Shuhan

Chapter 515 Zhang Fei went to the funeral and took care of the funeral!
At noon, the sun was blazing in the sky, and golden sunlight shone on the earth. However, it failed to dispel the solemnity and sadness in the air.

A general came galloping from a distance. It was Zhang Fei wearing a battle armor. His white hair was fluttering in the wind. The armor was mottled with both the dazzling light from the sun and the scars left from the battle. The traces, those uneven marks, each one seems to tell the heroic legendary past of the third master.

Although the war horse under his lap is also a good horse that has experienced countless battles, it has been exhausted from running for a long time.

The war horse breathed thickly from its mouth and nose, and occasionally stuck out its tongue, as if silently protesting the overloaded running.

Entering Chang'an City, Zhang Fei's heart felt as if he was being weighed down by a huge boulder.

At this moment, Chang'an is bone-chillingly cold and now shrouded in a blanket of pall.

On both sides of Suzaku Road, both trees and houses were wrapped in white mourning flags, as if even heaven and earth were in mourning.

The people coming and going were all dressed in plain clothes, with sad and heavy faces. They walked in silence, and occasionally a few sobs came intermittently in the wind.

No matter what, Liu Bei is still very good to the people, especially the people of Chang'an. Not only does he exempt some taxes, but he also takes care of the widowed and lonely. Coupled with the increased publicity by the military commander, Liu Bei's image as Ming Jun has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. .

When such a wise king passes away from this world, how can people not feel regret and pain?

In Weiyang Palace, the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

Liu Bei's Zi Palace lay quietly in the side hall. There were many palace lanterns flickering outside the Zi Palace. These weak lights flickered in the empty hall, as if they would go out at any time.

Zhang Fei approached step by step, his footsteps heavy and slow, as if he was carrying a heavy burden with every step.

His eyes were fixed on the body of Zi Gong lying quietly, filled with reluctance and sadness.

Finally reaching Zi Palace, Zhang Fei could no longer control his emotions. His knees softened and he knelt down heavily.

"Brother! Brother!"

He shouted heartbreakingly, holding tightly to the edge of Zi Palace with both hands, as if this could bring Liu Bei back from the edge of death.

His voice echoed in the empty hall, carrying endless sorrow and despair.

"Why did you abandon our brothers? Didn't we agree to conquer the world together and share this prosperity? Why did you break your promise?" Zhang Fei's voice was full of sorrow and unwillingness.

His tears fell like broken beads, each drop embodying his reluctance to let go of Liu Bei.

They have experienced life and death together, and faced countless hardships and obstacles together. That deep brotherhood cannot be replaced by anyone.

"I don't want to be born in the same year and the same day, but I want to die in the same year, the same month and the same day. Brother, you have broken your promise! You have broken your promise!"

Zhang Fei beat Liu Bei's Zi Palace, and the sound of crying and howling resounded through every corner of the hall. Those who heard it were really sad and those who saw it shed tears.

"Brother, you have lived a life of benevolence and righteousness, but why have you ended up like this? How can this world, this country, be called complete without you? You haven't enjoyed your blessings yet, and you haven't seen the world return to its greatness, big brother! "

Zhang Fei's shouts gradually became lower and finally turned into a weak whimper.

His shoulders were shaking violently, and tears slipped silently down his vicissitudes of face, dripping on the cold ground.

Those days of fighting side by side with Liu Bei, those times when we jointly planned the world, those silent tacit understanding and trust between brothers... all the memories came to my mind like a tide at this moment, but were ruthlessly shattered by the cruel reality. .

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In the end, all that was left was the painful whimpering.

In the palace, Zhuge Liang looked at Liu Chan and said softly: "Your Majesty, General Chariot and Cavalry is not young anymore, so I'd better give him some advice."

If you are bereaved in old age and cry excessively, it is not impossible to follow Liu Bei to the ground.

Liu Chan nodded, stepped forward and gently patted Zhang Fei's thick broad back, and softly comforted him: "This man has passed away, uncle, it is better to express my condolences and accept the change. The kindness of my late father, the Emperor, is as great as a mountain. A hundred years later, it is certainly heartbreaking." , but life and death have destiny, wealth and honor are in heaven, this is the normal way of heaven and earth.

When my father was still alive, he regarded his uncle as a subordinate minister. Today, the Han Dynasty still needs his uncle's support, and the people still look to his uncle for protection.

I firmly believe that my father’s spirit in heaven will also hope that my uncle can cheer up and continue to fight for the future of Han Dynasty.

My uncle is a hero in my heart and a pillar of the great nation. I hope that my uncle will remember his father’s last wish, preserve his dignity and continue to move forward for the sake of the Han Dynasty.

Although I am young, I will uphold my father's ambition and work with my uncle on national affairs to calm the hearts of the people. I hope that my uncle will put the world first and the country first, and jointly create the glory of the Han Dynasty. "

Zhang Fei raised his head and looked at Liu Chan. He cried so much that he became a tearful man.

At this moment, his white hair was draped loosely on his shoulders, in stark contrast to the face that was distorted by grief.

His eyes were so red and swollen that he could barely open them. Tears were pouring out from the corners of his eyes, sliding down his cheeks and joining the snot hanging from the corners of his mouth.

His nose was red, twitching from time to time, and he was breathing heavily.

There were tears and snot hanging on the beard, which made him look a little messy and even more funny.

But there was no smile on Liu Chan's face, and he only felt heavy in his heart.

"Thanks to Your Majesty, the late emperor's ambition has been succeeded by someone!"

Seeing that Zhang Fei was gradually calming down, Liu Chan said: "My uncle is the brother and sister of the late emperor. The affairs of the late emperor are left to my uncle."

The emperor was buried on the seventh day and buried in the seventh month. The princes were buried on the fifth day and buried in the fifth month.

The "funeral" here refers to the coffin being kept but not buried, while the "burial in July" means that after the emperor's death, the coffin needs to be kept for seven months before being buried.

According to stories from the Han Dynasty, after the death of an emperor, his body had to be laid to rest for at least a month before he could be buried.

On the one hand, it is to prevent suspended animation, which is the so-called stopping the coffin after burial to wait for the person to survive.

Because of the lack of various medical auxiliary equipment in ancient times, diagnosis and diagnosis of diseases mostly relied on doctors' "visual, hearing, asking, and analyzing."

However, purely manual diagnosis will inevitably have errors. Sometimes the patient may still be alive, but due to extremely weak heartbeat and breathing, it is very likely to be misdiagnosed as lifeless, and then hastily buried and lifeless.

On the other hand, it is probably the most important aspect.

That is to build mountains and mausoleums, and to build palaces to house spirits.

There has always been a saying in ancient my country that "death is like life."

As the most important person in the Ninth Five-Year Plan, the emperor not only had to enjoy all kinds of splendor and wealth during his lifetime, but also had to pay attention to the grandeur of his mausoleum after his death.

During the Warring States Period, Marquis Zhao Su said that "the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang was built in fifteen years." More than 700,000 manpower was recruited for the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang. The project took nearly 40 years and was not completed until the death of Qin Shihuang.

It can be seen that such a huge project as the construction of the imperial mausoleum will most likely not be completed until the death of the emperor. Therefore, before the construction of the imperial mausoleum is completed, the emperor's coffin cannot be buried at will, and the coffin needs to be stopped and waited.

Especially in the Song Dynasty, officials only started to select sites to build mountain mausoleums after the emperor's death.

So until the mountain cemetery is built, the emperor's coffin can only be placed in the palace temporarily. This is the important "covering the palace" ritual.

The mausoleum Liu Bei booked was outside Chengdu, but now that Chang'an has been recovered, it is naturally impossible to bury Liu Bei in Chengdu.

He must be buried in the Han Cemetery to show his legitimacy.

But what’s embarrassing now is that Liu Bei’s mausoleum has not even been built, not even a site has been selected.

There is no doubt that choosing a site and building a mausoleum is a big project and a very important matter.

Zhang Fei wiped his nose and tears, his eyes gradually became firm, he nodded immediately and said:

"This may not be much I can do for Your Majesty."

Give Third Master something to do, don't be too sad and follow Liu Bei.

This big man still needs some loyal and old ministers to assist him.

As Liu Bei's sworn brother, Zhang Fei is definitely someone Liu Chan can trust completely.

How could Liu Chan not pay attention to such officials, how could he not cherish them?

There is another chapter tonight.

(End of this chapter)