I rely on Qin Shihuang to enshrine the gods

As the saying goes, when a country is about to perish, there must be monsters.

All the stars in the sky dimmed together, and then in the boundless sky, there were two stars that looked like burning fireballs. They reflected half of the red light and gradually came closer together, faintly filled with an ominous omen.

"This is Ying Huo Shou Xin."

Aloe vera field.

The old man with a white beard looked up at the instructions in the sky, pinched his fingers and said: "Yinghuo means chaos, disabled thieves, illness, mourning, hunger, and soldiers. This punishment star also heralds the death of the emperor and the rebellion of traitors. This The world of Great Qin seems to be changing."

Next to him, a sturdy barefoot boy was digging out the mud from the rotting skull.

Throw it into the water, scoop out the water, pour it into your mouth, and slam it into the water.

The hatred bursting out from the young face was like adding another layer of blood to the red haze night.

"Violate Qin! Sooner or later, I, Xiang Yu, will destroy his ancestral temple, destroy his country, and burn down the Qin Palace that was built after demolishing the Chu Palace!"

The tiles on the top of the Sand Dune Palace were faintly covered with red haze. Yinghuo Shouxin was swaying wildly on them, and the endless branches were fluttering black shadows on them.

Danger.

And unknown.

"Hold on, no one is allowed in except the Prime Minister!"

"Yes Yes!"

Zhao Gao walked out of the main tent, gritted his teeth and ordered, then walked in quickly, even having no time to pay attention to the trembling red light in the sky around him.

The imperial doctor inside was pressing his chest urgently, inserting sharp silver needles into Ying Zheng's body, and then opening his eyelids.

The pupils were dilated, not even the flames of the golden and bronze lamps were reflected.

Their expressions became ugly, and they suddenly collapsed and sat on the ground.

"This, this, there's nothing we can do about it!"

"Father! Father!"

Hu Hai's eyes were red and his face was filled with tears. He hugged Ying Zheng's body tightly and roared, "Why can't you save my father? I will bury you one by one!"

The anger spewed out of the young man's throat, and he wanted to skin someone and cause cramps.

This is scarier than the devil.

The eunuchs were frightened and kowtowed one by one.

Hu Hai's face continued to twist, "Save! Save quickly! No matter what method we use, we can't save him! Each of you will be buried with him!"

"Your Highness, with all due respect, Your Majesty has lost body temperature, his limbs have become stiff, and his eyes have become cold. Your Majesty, you cannot be resurrected after death!"

The imperial doctor who looked down upon Hu Hai's character didn't finish his words of remonstrance when Hu Hai, who was furious, kicked him hard and broke three ribs. "Trash, trash, a bunch of trash!"

He didn't know who his mother was, her last name, whether she was dead or alive.

Now, his father is gone too.

Hu Hai's eyes seemed to be bleeding, and he collapsed and knelt on the ground crying.

Seeing His Highness kneel down, the humerus ministers accompanying him on the hunting tour also knelt down beside Ying Zheng's body.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

He felt incredible at the passing of their talented and powerful emperor, and at the same time felt even more sad, "Your Majesty, why did you leave before my old minister?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Your Majesty, please open your eyes quickly."

Even though he was weak, he shouted hoarsely, "Your Majesty, why do you abandon us? Your Majesty, Great Qin still needs you. It needs a saintly Lord of the people to save the people from the fire and water. We have come so far. The head of Guizhou needs you. Why do you still need me?" You can’t leave, Your Majesty.”

Zhao Gao also knelt down and moved, wiping his tears, "Your Majesty, didn't you say you want to do big things? Xiao Gaozi doesn't know what big things mean, but he can still serve your Majesty with tea and ink. Your Majesty, wuwu Oh, why did you leave like that?"

"Your Majesty, weren't you joking with the old minister that the Great Wall is about to be completed? Do you want to take me there to see it? You haven't brought us old guys to see the Great Wall yet!"

The color of heaven and earth changed.

Thunder was rolling outside and it was pouring rain.

The Sand Dune Palace was swaying in the blink of an eye and submerged into the knee-deep water. The guards braved the heavy rain outside and braved the thunder that shook their ears to build walls to save themselves.

Li Si opened the tent and walked in. The mournful courtiers inside raised their heads one after another, and saw that Li Si was soaked to the skin. His usually meticulous temples were blown by the wind, and even his cheeks were pale.

He held a dark box in his arms.

"Rumble--"

It was about time that the trees outside were split by thunder, and there was a cracking sound. The dense slanting rain flashed in with a bright white light, illuminating Li Si's figure in a blur, almost like a shadow hanging over everyone's heads. .

"His Majesty!"

Li Si shouted out this sentence tearfully, along with the painful tears on his face. He took three staggering steps and looked at Ying Zheng lying on the couch with his eyes closed.

After being out of breath, he staggered back and was almost supported by an old minister, "Physician, physician, hurry, help, hurry up, help!"

While everyone was pale and shaking their heads slightly in sadness, Li Si burst into tears, opened his lips and couldn't say a word, and knelt down.

"Your Majesty!!!"

There was still thunder overhead, and the dark clouds filling the room could not be cleared away.

After weeping for a long time in the house, one of the accompanying ministers asked hoarsely: "Prime Minister, you are now the head of our administration. Your Majesty is lying on the sand dunes. The Xianyang court is unstable, and the restorers are launching a fierce attack. We are far away from Xianyang. I'm afraid it's beyond our reach, I'm afraid if it happens, the world will change drastically."

Li Si's face turned pale.

Shaking his bones, he stood up and said, "What your Majesty told Si a few nights ago is the edict in Si's hand, and it is also the edict that stabilizes the world today."

"Since Your Majesty has a posthumous edict, please ask the Prime Minister to read it out."

The ministers wiped away their tears, held on to their official hats, dragged their exhausted bodies to their feet and knelt down again. With the heads of these old ministers on the ground, Li Si slowly opened the edict.

There is no doubt that he can have His Majesty's legacy and ministers. After all, in the hearts of the whole country, Li Sigao is a well-deserved arm of His Majesty, and is also the first to bear the brunt of the new policies.

"The imperial edict of the First Emperor states that the prince Hu Hai is resolute, wise, and virtuous. It is appropriate for him to ascend to the throne of emperor, comfort the world, and rest in all directions. The government affairs will be assisted by Li Si Xie, and the soldiers will be Meng Tian. He will be buried in Xianyang with a funeral party."

Li Si read the last part, unable to form the tune, and choked and knelt down.

He dragged the imperial edict with his withered hands and bowed his head to the emperor, "Your Majesty, Li Siding will do his utmost to be loyal and will never turn back!"

The edict was handed over to the ministers of Tears for review. The handwriting was correct, the leather scroll was correct, the jade seal was correct, and even the knot on the original leather roll was correct.

This is also the usual habit of His Majesty who they personally do.

After passing the message to the last minister, Hu Hai was still clutching the emperor's body and unwilling to let go. Zhao Gao was wiping his nose and tears beside him and did not look at the edict. The secret light in Li Si's eyes flickered.

The white old hand took back the edict. At this time, someone suddenly asked: "Prime Minister, when His Majesty handed down the imperial edict, were you the only one? Are there others present?"

It stands to reason that when this crucial edict was issued, the division of rights was clearly decided. In order to avoid conflicts caused by irrelevant strife, ambiguity, and unclear intentions, only one person would be present to receive the edict.

Li Si said hoarsely, "Your Majesty fell ill earlier, and the secret disease struck again with ferocity. He already knew that his time was running out, so he prepared a posthumous edict to Si in case something unexpected happened."

This key point can also be explained clearly.

After all, the emperor was seriously ill and far away from the center of power in Xianyang. He prepared the posthumous edict in advance and did not issue it secretly. This not only curbed the spread of panic among ministers and sergeants, but also properly handled the posthumous affairs.

It is also inevitable.

What's more, Li Si has followed His Majesty for decades and is loyal and loyal. There is nothing to doubt.

The hidden doubts of the ministers were also eliminated, and now there was another serious matter before them, "Prime Minister, what should we do now?"

"Now that we have not returned to Xianyang, we are afraid that the world will change, so we can only keep the funeral secret. We will bury His Majesty after returning to the palace, and then the prince can ascend to the throne."

Li Si stood up, looking calm and reliable, looking at the young Hu Hai, and said: "This is a critical time for survival, so please work together!"

"Okay, let's go to the old Qin Dynasty together to fight against the national calamity!"

"We have full authority to obey the Prime Minister's decision."

"Jiujiao Lao Qin! We will fight against the national calamity together."

The old ministers reluctantly came out of their grief, and someone else asked: "Then how can we keep the mourning secret? Where is the secret?"

"Lee Si."

The voice is magnetic and full of majesty.

It is the order that has been issued for decades from the high throne.

This voice startled everyone present, and they really thought His Majesty had come to life and was speaking to them.

When all eyes went over, they could only see half of Hu Hai's cold face.

He was still holding his father in his arms and said: "My father is seriously ill and cannot live. I can take care of him while he lives in the carriage. I want to follow my father on his last journey." "

Even Zhao Gao was stunned.

He had never thought that this young prince who aspired to become his father would learn from His Majesty's wisdom, his martial arts, and His Majesty's habits, even his voice and demeanor.

In a daze, even he, the chamberlain who served him closely all year round, couldn't tell whether it was true or false.

"Prime Minister, Prime Minister, what's wrong with you?"

Li Si didn't know why, but suddenly he knelt down. His limbs were as stiff as wood, as if he had been frightened by some savage beast that jumped out. The minister next to him quickly helped him, "Prime Minister, what's wrong with you?"

"Prime Minister, at this critical moment, you must not fail."

"The Prime Minister just got caught in the rain, hurry up! Put on your cloak quickly, where is the imperial doctor, imperial doctor!"

Wrapped in the cloak, Li Si waved his hands tremblingly and said, "How dare Li Si collapse first when he was ordered to be in danger!"

"Boom-boom-boom-"

The floods swelled and covered the Sand Dune Palace like a sea. The guards carried the emperor's sedan chair and walked in the pouring rain.

Several ministers who were originally supposed to ride in the sedan chair, with their old faces, still insisted on walking in front as the emperor.

Clear the way.

They were afraid that when the emperor left and no one would see him off, his life would be lonely.

Tears mixed with rain rolled down their cheeks. The veterans could only suppress their cries and looked at the sunken sand dunes.

In 210 BC, Qin Shihuang died of illness in Sand Dune Palace at the age of 50.

*

same year.

Hu Hai ascended the throne in Xianyang Palace and proclaimed himself the second emperor of Qin.

On the first day he ascended the throne, he ignored Guo Zuo at all, and only issued a levy of 700,000 yuan to go to Lishan Mountain to build the imperial mausoleum. He also said: "Without the great achievements of my father, there would be no today's world. There must be elephants." His life is to send him to death. The mausoleum must be large and the collection must be extremely comprehensive, so that it can show the achievements of my father and the spirit of our great Qin Dynasty!"

He also made it clear: "The top of this mausoleum is based on heaven, the bottom is based on earth, and the middle is based on humans. It must be a combination of heaven, earth, and humans."

"He cut the mountain and cut the stone, imprisoned three springs, used copper as a coffin, and walked around for more than thirty miles."

"The upper part is painted with images of astronomical stars, and the lower part is made of mercury as the four rivers, the rivers, the five mountains, and the Kyushu, with geographical features, palaces, officials, strange tools, and treasures filled in, and the craftsmen are made to make crossbows to penetrate them. Shoot them frequently, use mermaid paste as a lamp and candle, and choose the one that does not burn out for a long time."

This requirement is very demanding, and if we don’t think carefully about it, the project will be huge and there will be no end in sight.

The late emperor's body was in a state of embarrassment when it was brought back, not to mention that the current emperor was also out of filial piety, facing such a shocking expense that he did not dare to think about.

The ministers actually acted in tacit agreement, as if they were all silent.

But such an extreme construction requires top-notch builders.

In danger.

When Zheng Guo came out, his face was as bright as the moon among a group of decayed old ministers, and his voice was as gentle as water, "Your Majesty, I am a humble minister who can take on this great responsibility."

"No, absolutely not."

"Master Zheng is still building water conservancy projects, so we must not get away from building a mausoleum."

Hu Hai's cold eyes pierced a circle of people in the main hall: "Then tell me, besides Zheng Guo, is there anyone else who can supervise the construction of the mausoleum?"

The group of officials fell silent for a moment.

They don't dare to recommend easily. Once recommended, if there is a slight mistake, it will be a dilemma.

Hu Hai pursed his thin lips slightly, raised his head and scolded: "You are here one on the left and one on the right. Why? Isn't water conservancy more important than my father? Isn't it less important than the late emperor? A bunch of ungrateful people dare to It’s disrespectful to the late emperor, how bold!”

A child with a hot temper and a surly temper.

If you say light it, light it.

A group of old ministers had their heads lowered and frowned quietly, but some people had already knelt down, and one after another a large number of people knelt down in front of the main hall.

Hu Hai's posture is upright, and his stern outline is very similar to the late emperor.

But the newly embroidered dragon claws were worn by him to look a bit ferocious, with wisps of dark light leaking out of his eyes.

I saw that only Li Si was still standing.

Hu Hai smiled strangely, his two tiger teeth clearly visible.