Great Qin's son-in-law

Chapter 146 There is nothing more sad than heartbreak! (seeking subscription)
Japan and China.

The news of Wang Jian's death has spread throughout the city.

The whole city mourns.

The entire city of Xianyang was silent in sorrow.

Classes are closed for one day.

On both sides of Changyang Street, there are endless incense tables for sacrifices, and long streamers of white cloth fluttering.

Ji Que, who originally only posted notices.

At the moment, an elegiac couplet was also hung on it.

Shangyun: 'National dimension destroyed'.

Xia Yun: 'Demeanor lasts forever'.

In Xianyang City, people are crowded, and all the old Qin people come here after hearing the sound.

Solemn and mournful all over Guanzhong.

Old people, children, farmers, merchants, wizards and celebrities, who can come, basically come with their families and children. Everyone looks at each other with tears in their eyes, and scrambles to tell the story of the old general Qin Feng.

There was a loud cry of grief, Guan Shan whimpered!
Next to the Wei River.

Qin Luoheng hasn't gone to offer his condolences yet.

He was not surprised by Wang Jian's death.

Just still can't help but sigh.

exclaimed:
"Da Qin is really precarious."

"In the past, there were courtiers from aristocratic families who wanted to destroy the foundation of the Great Qin. Now the pillar of the Great Qin's country is collapsing again. These things have been rushed together."

"When Wang Wan and others retreated, Wang Ben Mengwu and others died of illness."

"The first emperor really became a loner."

"It's nothing more than a year later, Shi Huang's tricks are frequent, and under the destruction of the pillars of the country, even the most tenacious people will be destroyed. At that time, even the first emperor, really Can it hold up? And how rational can it be?"

"The building will fall, and the storm will come!"

Qin Luoheng sighed, weaved a bunch of white flowers in his hand into the wreath, and drew a pen to write an elegiac couplet.

'The big star in the sky sinks thousands of miles and the clouds and mountains are equally bleak. '

'The cold rain bursts into the world, and the three armies mourn together. '

Then went out.

in the city.

The vast Changyang Avenue was flooded with white banners and long flags, countless incense tables and offerings were piled up in front of every house, inside and outside the city and the streets and alleys were full of old people, women and children crying silently, as for the young and old, they went to I went to the palace to see you off.

White banners cover the city, weeping and crying.

When Qin Luoheng went to the palace, the palace seemed very peaceful.

Seeing Qin Luoheng, Wang Ping, who was sitting in front of the door, immediately greeted him, and said with a sad face, "Qin Shizi, you are here."

Qin Luoheng nodded.

Sentimentally said:
"The old general is eternal."

"The kid is incompetent, he couldn't save the old general, he felt ashamed, and he couldn't come up with any funeral, so he could only weave a wreath with his own hands to see the old general on his last journey."

Wang didn't care about funerals.

But when he saw the wreath and the elegiac couplet on it, Wang Ping couldn't help but change his expression slightly. After taking a few glances, he cupped his hands and said, "Qin Shizi, you have a heart."

Then he commanded:

"Come on."

"Put the wreath sent by Qin Shizi at the gate of the mansion."

Done.

Then he welcomed Qin Luoheng in.

Go through the second courtyard.

Qin Luoheng arrived at the place where the mourning hall was placed.

Wang Ben, dressed in sackcloth, knelt in front of a coffin. The old lady sat beside her, her eyes were already red, and there were seven or eight people kneeling below, all of whom were direct descendants of Wang Jian.

Seeing Wang Ben with gray beard and hair, Qin Luoheng almost didn't dare to recognize him.

Just a few days.

Wang Ben was so sad.

Qin Luoheng walked over.

Wang Ping said in a low voice, "Ah Weng, Qin Shizi is here."

Qin Luoheng mourned:

"Tong Wuhou's mourning and obedience."

"The old general has passed away, you should take care of yourself."

Wang Ben's eyes flickered suddenly, but his throat suddenly choked up again, his white hair shook rustlingly, and finally he spoke hoarsely and with difficulty.

"No"

"Father's last journey."

"I have to personally send him on the road"

Before he could finish a sentence, Wang Ben fell before the coffin and fainted immediately.

Wang Li hurriedly supported Wang Ben, couldn't help but carried Wang Ben to the dormitory, the old lady was also very anxious, and hurriedly trotted to lead the way, sometimes looking forward and sometimes backward, sweat overflowed from her already weak body .

Wang Ping said with tears in his eyes:
"Ah Weng, since last night we have been keeping watch until now, no water has been taken in during this period, and we have not listened to our persuasion, Qin Shizi, what can you do? I am worried about A Weng's health, if this continues, I may not be able to bear it."

Qin Luoheng hesitated for a while.

He opened his mouth and said:

"If you have honey at home, you can get some salt water, but it's only for a while. If you don't eat for a long time, your body will definitely not be able to bear it. You all want to spread the grief of Tong Wuhou, otherwise you will use Tong Wuhou's stubbornness and single-mindedness. , if you are indulging in grief and cannot extricate yourself."

"fear"

Qin Luoheng didn't say another word.

But Wang Ping knew what to say.

His complexion changed immediately.

He cupped his hands at Qin Luoheng, and hurried to Wang Ben's bedroom.

There is nothing more sad than death.

Wang Ben already has the appearance of "dead heart".

Qin Luoheng bowed deeply to the coffin, and then went straight out of the palace.

He was able to enter the palace because he rescued Wang Jian last time. If it was someone else, he would not be able to enter the palace at all. It is good to be able to mourn outside.

Stay in the palace for a long time.

He is not qualified yet.

With Wang Jian's prestige, status and achievements, all the officials of the court will definitely come, how can he be qualified to be listed with the officials as a mere historian?
Qin Luoheng naturally knew this.

The condolences are over.

Also left directly.

Qin Luoheng didn't know that the wreath he sent solved the courtier's big problem.

Obituaries and condolences have been a basic process since ancient times.

When mourners come to express their condolences, they always give some funeral objects to the bereaved family, which the ancients called "赗 (feng)".

If an ordinary family has a funeral, the mourners send some money and things, which is called fu (fu), and some clothes and quilts, which are used to dress the deceased, which is called 'sui (sui)'.

But Wang Jian is different.

He is the founding minister of Great Qin.

His achievements are unrivaled.

They came to express condolences, but it was difficult to give gifts.

Wang Jian's status was prominent, so the gifts they gave naturally couldn't insult Wang Jian's status, they could only be given to a higher level, but Wang Jian's status was too high, and if he was a higher level, he would be a king.

Baiguan dare to send the 'king' gift?

Sending a gift of the same level or a lower level is really disrespectful to Wang Jian. If His Majesty finds out about it, His Majesty may be dissatisfied.

Both ends do not fall well.

Baiguan also made it difficult for this.

A courtyard house outside the city.

A man over [-] years old was frowning and studying what gift to give.

He paced up and down the room.

But I can't think of a good funeral gift.

a long time.

Couldn't help scratching his head and said:

"Wang Jian has made outstanding achievements in his life. What kind of reward has he not received? Even Wang Li, His Majesty rewarded him back then."

"It's just that this funeral still puts me in a dilemma?"

"The mother and maid!"

"I really don't know what to give."

"And my plague-stricken father, if you say you're going to die, why don't you bring back some of your stuff? Just leave this for me, how can I find something suitable to give away?"

"Why have I been so weak all my life?"

The person in front of him is the son of Guo Kai, a hero of the Great Qin Dynasty.

Guo Dan.

Just when Guo Dan was cursing, a servant said from outside the door: "Parents, I found out something."

Guo Dan frowned.

Displeased said:
"I'm busy without looking at your parents, so I don't have the eyesight to see? I don't have the heart to listen to other miscellaneous things. Go away."

"Don't disturb my thinking."

Li Chen smiled awkwardly.

Whisper:
"Parents, I have inquired about the funeral ceremony given to Marquis Wu Cheng by the officials."

Guo Dan's eyes lit up, and he immediately opened the door.

Displeased said:
"Then what are you still doing?"

"Don't tell me soon!"

Li Chen had long been accustomed to the man's behavior, and immediately cupped his hands and said: "Go home and grow up."

"Hundred officials did not send a regular funeral."

Guo Dan's face darkened.

scolded:

"Aren't you talking nonsense?"

"Regular funeral, send money and clothes? Wang is short of your money? Short of your cloth?"

"If you talk nonsense again, believe it or not, I will kick you to death!"

"The mother and maid!"

Li Chen showed aggrieved face.

Whisper:
"All the officials seem to be preparing wreaths."

"Wreath? What is this?" Guo Dan frowned, with suspicion in his eyes, but he had never heard of such a thing as a wreath.

Li Chen didn't talk too much.

He took out a piece of white cloth from his cuff, and there was a painting on the white cloth, which was exactly the wreath Qin Luoheng sent.

Staring at the wreath with elegiac couplets for a while, Guo Dan couldn't help patting his legs and said, "Why can't I think of such a good thing?"

"Who sent this?"

"Is there someone in the court who is more intelligent than me?"

Li Chen said:
"I went to inquire about it."

"This person is not an official of the court, but a scholar of the school."

"Some time ago, Marquis Wu Cheng was rescued by this Shizi after he was critically ill, and this wreath was also sent by this Shizi just now."

"Shizi?" Guo Dan raised his eyebrows and whispered, "Is the Shizi of Qin so powerful?"

"Never mind that."

"Now you follow the style of this wreath and prepare one for me. Make it bigger and better. No, it can't be too big."

"The other courtiers also sent wreaths. If I was older than them, wouldn't I overwhelm them? These old things are all bad."

"You can't send too much."

"But it can't be too small. If it's too small, wouldn't it be inferior."

"I, Guo Dan, I am also one of the courtiers."

"At least higher than Lang Guan's status."

"And this couplet."

"How can I write these things?"

"And my dog-planed Qin Zhuan, how can I get it?"

Guo Dan thought secretly.

Sudden.

A light flashed through his mind.

Immediately said:
"Go and get my jade wrench."

"I'm going to see that Shizi."

"Jade finger? This person is just a historian." Li Chen's eyes were full of surprise.

Guo Dan snorted coldly.

Disdain:
"You know shit."

"He is Shi Zi now, will he still be Shi Zi in the future?"

"Even if it's just a Shizi, who can enter the palace, can it be an ordinary Shizi?"

"My parents and I can't just go to the palace."

"But others can."

"Not only was he able, but he also rescued Marquis Wu Cheng. Will the people of the Wang family repay this kindness? After graduation from the school, won't they just go straight to the sky?"

"Your parents, I'm buying bones with thousands of dollars!"

"Moreover."

"No matter how other courtiers make wreaths, this Shizi can do it?"

"If this is messed up, it will not only offend one Wang family, but also offend His Majesty, and even offend the entire Great Qin Dynasty. Your parents, I dare not make such a mistake."

"Go down and prepare."

(End of this chapter)