Spring and Autumn I Am King - Chapter 1201

Chapter 1201 Hand in the Yellow Bird

Chapter 1201 Hand in the Yellow Bird

“Let’s go, go to Longxi, go to the western border, go to the place where the Qin people first arose, you are the last hope of our Qin country!”

Looking at the west gate of Yongcheng in April, the white-haired ruler of Qin State was standing on the city tower, waving goodbye to the soldiers of 4,000 clans and 30,000 people of Yongdu.

Ten days ago, the Crown Prince of Qin was stabbed in the Bashang Qin camp to take the throne, seized Zipu’s military power, and commanded the Bashang Qin army to surrender to Zhao. Zipu returned alone in despair. When he turned around, he found that there were 4,000 people behind him who were unwilling to surrender. The son of Zhao’s clan.

“We are willing to return to Yong with the great concubine, and fight again with the whole army!”

The memory of the ancestors’ hard work and hard work is engraved in the hearts of the Qin people, especially the princes and people of the Qin state, and they are even more disgraceful for not fighting.

“The people of the Yongdu country have the determination to live and die together with the Sheji of the Qin country, and they will never be greedy for life and fear death like Fenghao’s Zhou survivors!”

The children of the Gongzu and the people of Yongdu were still leading the battle, but Zipu knew that the situation was over.

“The Zhao army is cunning. At that time, I will definitely use the new ruler of Qin State to clear the way. Can we still shoot arrows on the head of the ruler?”

What Zipu could do was to let the people of the country move westward to Longxi before the Zhao army advanced to the capital of Qin, so as to leave some seeds for Qin.

In Zipu’s opinion, Zhao’s words are not credible. If Zhao Wuxi occupied Yongdu, but did not fulfill his promise to destroy the Qin State’s Sheji, then at least the Qin people could keep the land of Longxi in order to make a comeback…

“Sir, please walk with us!” After the people who were unwilling to return to Zhao in Yongdu left, some Gongzu disciples knelt at the west gate and begged Zipu to continue to lead them. This veteran who served three generations of Qin Jun led them Qin State has gone through 30 years. Under the great changes of the millennium, Qin Neng has persisted until now.

“The old man is the chief concubine of Qin, how can he go to the country? Qin Jun can surrender, but Zipu can’t, Qin people can move, but Zipu can’t move… The life of this old man has been given to this capital. Jing, my feet are rooted and I can’t walk.”

Zipu smiled and waved to let everyone leave quickly. Zhao Jun’s forward was only a few dozen miles away from Yongcheng.

“Xuanhe Chenfeng, Yubi Beilin. I haven’t seen a gentleman, worry about Qinqin!”

Singing a sad Qin Feng, wiping away tears, more than 30,000 Qin people in Yongcheng took difficult steps, left Qiyang where they lived for generations, and marched towards Longxi.

Looking at the distant smoke and dust, Zipu sighed and said, “O Qin’s predecessors, there is only so much this old minister can do for Qin.”

He looked back at Yongdu, which was already an empty city, with streets and walls, square and upright, unpretentious, just like the stubborn character of the Qin people. It’s a pity that the splendidness of the past is no longer there, and the neighboring Lilu is lonely. Only the chickens and dogs who have not had time to follow them make a desolate sound, and the Dazheng Palace, which is high on the stage, has long been empty.

What was left to Zhao Jun was just an empty city.

Looking at the hundred or so clansmen left around him, Zipu ordered: “Take the coffin of the first emperor and go to Xiling!”

According to the ritual system, the feudal lords were buried on the fifth day and buried in the fifth month.

Qin people advocate black, chariots drive black horses, and black sacrifices are used for sacrifices. Although there are only more than a hundred members of Zipu’s clan left, they are still black. This black stream left Yongdu and went to Xiling.

Qin’s Gong Mausoleum was originally located in the West Frontier. Since Duke Qin moved the capital to Yongcheng, the subsequent eleven generations of Qin Bo are buried in Xiling, ten miles south of Yongdu City.

The tomb of Duke Miao of Qin was dug a few years ago, and Zipu personally supervised the work.

This large tomb is located in a small basin in the middle of the mountain. The ground has been excavated more than ten feet down. Standing on the edge and looking down, the plane of the tomb is in the shape of “middle”, with a total length of 300 steps and a large and wide area. See the shape of the east and west tomb passages and tomb chambers.

The entire tomb has been filled with burial objects: seven tripods and six guilds, the vassals of the princes, sets of bronze bells, stone chimes carved with eulogy, lead-made weapons and armors specially used for Ming ware, Dazheng Palace. Treasures, utensils, and beautiful jade are piled up into mountains, and the wine is packed in a big li, exuding bursts of mellow fragrance…

As a martial state, Qin people loved horses, and Qin Miaogong’s favorite war horses were slaughtered one by one in the burial pit, and the neighing was endless. Behind them, there were also exquisite military chariots. After dozens of horses died, blood was pouring all over the ground, gradually seeping into the surface, making the entire burial pit filled with a strong smell of blood.

However, no one died. After the great concubine introduced the new law ten years ago, the first thing to do was to follow the example of Zhao State, “stop from death” and prohibit human sacrifice. Today, Duke Miao of Qin’s burial is replaced by some half-human-high terracotta warriors. In the burial pit, there are hundreds of warrior figurines all dressed in battle robes. Also holds a sword, with different shapes.

“The return of the soul, there is no north, no south, no east and no west…”

Wu Zhu’s divination was completed and everything was ready. Hundreds of people carried them shoulder to shoulder. The heavy coffin containing Duke Miao’s body was transported to the edge of the large tomb. It is a specification only for the emperor, but as early as the time of Qin Jinggong, the Qin state surpassed the outdated ritual system. From then on, they also had the ambition to go out to the east and dominate the Central Plains. was empty.

The eldest son of the concubines, Pu, watched Duke Miao’s coffin slowly being put into the coffin room. When the people on the tomb were about to fill up and seal the roof, he suddenly laughed a few times and said:

“It has been fifty years since the old man, as a concubine of the prince’s clan, entered the Dazheng Palace and served the former lord Ai. He even handed over the political affairs of the Qin state to me. I don’t expect the old man to let Qin Zhongxing, but at least he must keep his ancestral land. However, today the old man is incompetent, lost his teacher and lost his land first, and lost his country and abandoned his capital. I should be punished for my crime, the predecessors can’t punish it, can I punish myself?”

After saying that, he untied his bun and walked down the tomb.

“Grandfather, what is this?” Zi Pu’s grandchildren were shocked and wanted to pull him up.

However, Zipu drew his sword and shouted sharply, “No one is allowed to come down!”

“The state of Qin is about to perish, and the old man is disheartened. He is unwilling to surrender, and he is unwilling to leave. How should he deal with himself?”

Grief, pain, turned into relieved laughter~www.mtlnovel.com~ Zipu has found the answer:

“Dead country, can it be?”

“Fall to the ground! If you don’t seal the cave, Zhao Jun will come. You want to let the coffin of the first emperor be humiliated, and your soul will not be at peace!”

Pointing to his own descendants, Zipu ordered sharply.

There was blood from the kowtow, but there was no way to stop the grandfather’s grandchildren from doing nothing. They could only close the tomb of the tomb with tears in their eyes.

Zipu’s face was calm, and there was no grief from the dying person at all. He inserted his sword deeply into the soil and sat in front of Duke Miao’s coffin, together with the terracotta warriors who guarded the world after Qin Bo’s death, as if he was leading the way. their old general…

The dust and stone kept falling, albeit slowly, but sooner or later the tomb would be buried.

The stone door of the tomb slowly closed. As the last light disappeared in front of him, Zipu closed his eyes and recalled the rise and defeat of the Qin people in the past hundred years. Finally loam again…

“A hundred years of hegemony, a hundred years of emptiness…”

An hour later, the deep tomb had been completely filled up, and a desolate Qin Feng sounded above Uncle Qin’s tomb.

“Crossing the yellow bird, it stops at the thorns. Who will follow Mu Gong? The child car is dying. It is the uniqueness of a hundred husbands. When you come to the cave, you are terrified. Hey, there are hundreds of people!”

“Hand over the yellow bird, stop at the mulberry. Who is from the mourning? The son of the sage is the elder. The elder of the sage is the father of all the people. When he comes to his cave, he has no fear and no chestnut. The sky is the sky, annihilate my beloved! If it can be redeemed, There are hundreds of people!”

At the same time, Zhao Jun’s forward, who has reached Yongdu, stepped into an empty city with crisp horseshoes…

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