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Chapter 977 Retreat
Just as Yang Zheng was about to abdicate, something happened that made him immersed in grief again.

Liu Heng actually passed away first.

This guy's nature has not changed, and after recovering his body in the past few years, he became complacent again, secretly took Wushi powder, and kept counting women at night, and finally ran out of fuel and fell headlong on the woman's belly...

A joke that year has become true.

Character determines destiny, and there is no way to stop whoever wants to go.

Looking at Liu Heng in the coffin, he was no longer as strong as before, like a mummified corpse that had been drained of water, "Your life is not in vain, boy, you have become a romantic ghost."

Recalling the bits and pieces of the past, I feel sadness coming from it, and there is always a banquet in the world.

The time has come to part ways.

Maybe it's because people are getting older, their moods are getting more and more, and they think about it day by day and dream at night. For four or five days in a row, Yang Zheng dreamed of Liu Heng, and dreamed of the days when they charged into battle together in the past.

Dreaming of him smirking at himself...

When I woke up, I just felt groggy.

Yang Xu stayed by his side every step of the way, serving the decoction.

Coupled with Huangfu Mi's treatment, it took more than half a month for Yang Zheng to gradually improve.

After experiencing this incident, Yang Zheng's determination to abdicate was further strengthened.

In the first half of his life, he spent a lot of time sleeping and sleeping for the Qin Dynasty. A person's life is long and short, and for the remaining few years, Yang Zheng only wants to live for himself.

As soon as the wind was released, several Ping Shang Shushi came to persuade him.

"Your Majesty is young and powerful, and should lead the Great Qin to create a prosperous age. Now that he is eager to abdicate, the people and soldiers will feel uncomfortable." Wei Guan was the first to speak.

The world only knows that Wei Guan's power is in favor of the government and the public, but in fact, if Yang Zheng hadn't supported him all these years, Wei Guan would have been trampled underfoot by the Youth Camp and other factions long ago.

The tree catches the wind.

The important ministers of the Great Qin Empire, Lu Zhi, Du Yu, etc., either semi-retired, or served outside, and did not get involved in the muddy waters of the court.

Only Wei Guan has been standing on the cusp.

So Yang Zheng's abdication had the greatest impact on him.

"The country is dealing with urgent matters, and it may be inappropriate for His Majesty to abdicate at this time." Lu Zhi's words were more tactful.

The rest of Suo Jing and Yang Hu remained silent as usual.

Yang Zheng shook his head, "I've thought of everything I should have thought of. I'm not in the prime of life now. Five years ago, I was sick and sick, and I often felt physically and mentally exhausted. These years are like walking on thin ice. It is not easy to survive until today. Besides I still want to live a few more years, as for the common people and soldiers, they will get used to a new emperor."

The prince passed all the tests of Yang Zheng perfectly, and he did better than Yang Zheng in some aspects.

Yang Zheng ruled the country fiercely, suppressed what should be suppressed, and removed what should be uprooted, leaving behind an almost perfect Daqin.

Yang Xu is tolerant and benevolent by nature. China, which has emerged from a hundred years of war, needs a monarch like him.

Retire as soon as possible. The tragedy of many dynasties in history is the greed for power and position.

On the other hand, the prince's wings are hardened now, and there are countless capable ministers and generals under his command, and they also need to be superior.

If he continued to stay on the throne, he would inevitably block the way of some people.

"If Your Majesty resigns, I will also resign. These years, my health has been deteriorating, and it is time to take care of myself." Wei Guan cupped his hands.

"The ministers also please resign." Lu Zhi, Suo Jing, and Yang Hu cupped their hands.

"You..." Yang Zheng knew what they were thinking.

One emperor and one courtier, the new dynasty has new rules, and they may not be able to adapt.

The position of Ping Shang Shushi is enough to make the dignitaries of the new dynasty jealous.

Struggles are everywhere and will never stop. If you are not careful, the reputation accumulated over decades will be lost.

The tacit understanding between the monarch and his subjects for so many years made several people fall silent.

In fact, it would be a good thing for them to retire now.

After pondering for a long time, Yang Zheng said: "I already know your intentions, but it will take a process to replace the old with the new. I still need you to help me with some princes. Let's do this, one person will be retired every year or two."

Four people is seven or eight years.

Lu Zhi is old, Wei Guan is extremely cold at the top, Suo Jing is young, it's a pity that he has retired now, and Yang Hu has also suffered from illnesses in recent years.

Everyone has their own situation.

"The minister takes orders!" The four of them cupped their hands.

After these people settled down, all the officials in the court could only let nature take its course, and the local admonitions flew like snowflakes, begging Yang Zheng to think twice.

In fact, they have long been psychologically prepared.

It was a clear signal that Yang Zheng had been giving excessive power to the prince all these years.

Whoever leaves the world still turns.

However, when Yang Zheng's abdication edict was issued, the people of Daxing City took to the streets one after another, knelt facing north, weeping and mourning, reaching the palace, "Why did your majesty abandon me?"

What's more, he knelt on the street and prayed for Yang Zheng for three days and three nights.

There are as many as a thousand people who fainted in pain.

Hearing this voice, Yang Zheng suddenly felt that his life in this world was not in vain.

There are still so many people who remember themselves.

No matter how the history books evaluate him, at least in the eyes of the common people, he is still a good emperor.

Suppressing the gentry, relocating the powerful, punishing corruption, and exempting exorbitant taxes are actually for the well-being of the people.

Many monarchs in history regarded the people as cattle and sheep, thinking that they had no thoughts and no feelings, but great men said that the eyes of the people are discerning, and they know who is really good for them.

I wanted to hide in the deep palace, but more and more people were crying, and the crying was getting louder.

It seems that the child is longing for the comfort of the parents, which is heartbreaking.

Jing Zhaoyin's people tried to persuade him for many days, but it didn't work.

Yang Zheng walked to the street with his personal guards, and cupped his hands at the people, "Why do you guys do this? My mission is over, and a new era will follow, and Daqin will be even more glorious. I hope you will support me as much as I do." New gentleman."

Looking at the expectant crowd, Yang Zheng suddenly spoke more, "I believe that my son will be able to do better, and the prosperity of Daqin will surely reappear in his hands."

The people listened intently, the sadness on their faces gradually faded, and their eyes began to brighten.

"Your Majesty's son, of course it's not bad!"

"The prince is also a benevolent king, and our good days are yet to come."

Someone in the crowd said excitedly.

For so many years, it was they who sent their sons into the army and shed their blood on the battlefield, which made Daqin what it is today.

So their feelings for Daqin are the most sincere and simple.

"I've worked hard all my life, so I should take a break. From now on, I'll ride horses, travel around the world, and give lectures in the Taixue. Is it a pity that I won't have time to appreciate this huge country I built? Don't worry, everyone. Daqin's mission is to bring the world into a new prosperous age, where the old have a place to depend on, the young to take care of, and no one will be hungry or cold anymore!"

"His Majesty……"

The crowd wept again, but this time it was not grief but joy.

(End of this chapter)