The horse-drawn carriage that Ying Zheng was riding in had not yet completely stopped outside the palace, but the sound of greetings could already be heard from all around.

"I respectfully welcome your Majesty----"

Accompanied by these hoarse and sad shouts, Ying Zheng also jumped out of the car.

Suddenly.

All the officials waiting at the palace burst into tears.

Ying Zheng ignored it and hurriedly walked through the mourning crowd and arrived at the gate of the palace.

The door of the house.

Wang Benchang knelt on the ground.

Leading the Wang family's children to welcome the First Emperor.

Wang Ben lamented:

"Your Majesty, King Ben, respectfully welcomes you."

"Father...Father..."

Ying Zheng helped Wang Ben up and said solemnly:

"I already know."

"I am equally saddened by the death of the old general. I should personally protect the old general's spirit and hold the ribbon to pay tribute to the old general's spirit in heaven."

"The funeral of the old general should be held as a national funeral ceremony."

"I have ordered the Pinyang County Magistrate to personally supervise the construction of the old general's cemetery."

"The funeral expenses of the old general will be borne by the Shaofu."

"Wang Ben, you should also take care of your health. I have ordered those two doctors to stay in the palace. Now that the old general has passed away, you have to cheer up for me."

Wang Ben said gratefully:

"I would like to thank your Majesty for the gift."

"It's just that it's not appropriate for Your Majesty to personally carry the ribbon to the funeral. Please take back your order."

Ying Zheng shook his head.

"How can I take back what I have said?"

"I have wronged the Wang family a lot."

"The old general has made illustrious military exploits for the Qin Dynasty, and his hard work is of great merit. If I don't see the old general off in person, I will feel very sad. Please don't refuse."

"Wang Ben thanks Your Majesty on behalf of the Wang family." Wang Ben knelt down and bowed.

Ying Zheng sighed.

He said sadly:

"Take me to see the old general."

...

After reading it, Ying Zheng did not let Wang Ben continue to accompany him and let him continue to organize the funeral. He went to see the old lady himself, stopped for a while, and was ready to return to the palace.

Walk to the gate of the mansion.

But I saw mountains of wreaths.

He couldn't help but wonder:

"What are these? Why are there so many?"

At this time.

Guo Dan squeezed out from the crowd, with a sad look on his face, and bowed:

"Return to Your Majesty."

"They are all wreaths sent by officials."

"To mourn and commemorate the old general."

"I was young and naughty. Although I was deeply saddened by the death of the old general, I couldn't write a good elegiac couplet. I really regret it."

Guo Dan choked and shed tears.

Ying Zheng glanced at Guo Dan.

Nodding and saying:

"You are serious."

"Of these wreaths, which one did you send?"

There was a hint of hesitation on Guo Dan's face, and he hesitated and said: "Your Majesty... Your handwriting is scrawled, but it is not in His Majesty's eyes. Your Majesty should look at other people."

Ying Zheng said coldly:

"Guo Qing is sincere to the old general, how can I blame him?"

Guo Dan's eyes turned red and he said:

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your understanding."

"That's the one I gave you."

Guo Dan stretched out his hand and pointed to the middle.

Ying Zheng looked in the direction Guo Dan pointed and saw Guo Dan's wreath in the center. A strange look appeared in his eyes. His eyes paused on Guo Dan for a moment, and then he walked over.

Looking at the elegiac couplet above, Ying Zheng frowned slightly.

Read:

"The big star in the sky has sunk down thousands of miles away and the clouds and mountains are as miserable as the sky."

"The cold rain in the world breaks out, and the three armies are mourning together with drums and drums."

Ying Zheng looked at Guo Dan.

He said in a deep voice:

"Guo Qing was quite self-effacing, but this elegiac couplet complements the old general's life. Why is it inappropriate to talk about it?"

Guo Dan looked slightly embarrassed.

whispered:

"His Majesty."

"I am the one next to you from Kaijiang."

Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly and looked aside.

Standing there for a long time.

said:

"I made the wreaths myself and wrote the elegiac couplet myself. Guo Qing's sincerity towards the old general must have been felt by the old general."

"You really put your heart into it."

"but......"

"Who made this wreath?"

Hear the words.

Guo Dan bowed and said:

"I'm just doing what I should do."

"This wreath was not made by a courtier, but by a historian."

"Shi Zi?" Upon hearing the word Shi Zi, Ying Zheng's brows jumped.

Guo Dan didn't notice it.

Continued:

"Your Majesty."

"He is indeed a historian."

"This Shizi's name is Qin Luoheng. He is indeed a rare talent. He not only knows Qihuang's healing skills, but is also proficient in funeral rituals."

"I was quite surprised when I heard about it earlier."

"In order to learn the art of weaving wreaths, I went to the residence of this Shizi and asked him to personally teach me the art of weaving. In my opinion, although this wreath is not expensive, it is more enjoyable to weave it with your own hands.

sincerity."

"I believe that this is the only way to express my condolences to the veteran general."

"Old General..."
To be continued...