A few days later, Li Chen was discussing with Liu Bang and others in Shimenshan about meeting with envoys from various countries.

"Marty?"

Li Chen was discussing with Liu Bang how to plan to plot the envoys of various countries. Zhao Que hurriedly walked in with an anxious look on his face. Needless to say, Li Chen looked at Zhao Que's face and knew something extraordinary happened.

"What's the matter?" Li Chen was uneasy in his heart and asked quickly.

"Elder General Wang Jian, passed away." Zhao Que said with a heavy expression.

Today, the Great Qin Dynasty is really raining all night long. The Qin Emperor is seriously ill and bedridden. The only remaining veteran Wang Jian of the Great Qin Dynasty has not survived this winter. This sign of the heart of the heart is not a good sign. Now the entire Xianyang City is full of wailing.

Wang Jian was running around for the Great Qin with a sound. He experienced the four generations of the Great Qin monarchs of King Zhaoxiang of Qin, King Xiaowen of Qin, King Zhuangxiang of Qin and Emperor Shihuang of Qin. During the reign of King Zhaoxiang of Qin, Wang Jian was still a young boy. King Xiaowen of Qin and King Zhuangxiang of Qin were both short-lived monarchs. One ruled for a year and the other ruled for three years and died. Wang Jian also began to gradually become a famous general of the Great Qin since the reign of Emperor Shihuang.

Although Wang Jian's rise was as high as the Emperor of the First Emperor, he was already at the young generation during the reign of King Zhaoxiang of Qin. In the rise and battle of Changping in the Qin Dynasty, although the protagonist was Bai Qi, the number one general of Qin State. At that time, Wang Jian, who was still a young boy, had already begun to make his mark. At that time, Wang Jian offered a plan to King Zhao of Qin, lured Pingyuan Jun to come to Hangu Pass to the banquet, and thus detained Pingyuan Jun and sent him to Xianyang.

Wang Jian almost spent his entire life fighting. He led his army to eliminate Yan and Zhao, then wiped out the Three Jins, and finally defeated Xiang Yan and eliminated Chu. But in this way, at least half of the current Qin Dynasty was defeated by Wang Jian and his son.

Wang Jian's death can be said to be like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's hearts, leaving the entire Xianyang City in anxiety. The signs of Ying Huo's hearts shrouded in the hearts of the ministers like a nightmare.

Wang Jian's death was not a coincidence. He was old and had many hidden injuries left when he was young. The most important thing was that Wang was tied to Li Chen tightly, so when Hu Hai occupied Xianyang, people including Wang Jian hid everywhere. After working hard, Wang Jian's body was not very good, which made him even worse.

Although Wang Jian's death was understandable, it was really not the time. When he heard the news of Wang Jian's death, Li Chen felt his face twitching and the muscles on his forehead were wrinkled together. Then, the feeling of hollowness in his heart came immediately.

"Let's go and see the old general for the last time." Li Chen sighed and said to the people beside him.

People have birth, old age, sickness and death, and everyone will have a day to move to the end. However, when they really see the person leaving in front of them, the loss in their hearts is unspeakable. Now, Li Chen still has the same appearance as an old farmer, smiling and holding a hoe, Wang Jian.

It was late winter and the weather in Xianyang was particularly cold. After a heavy snow a few days ago, snow was everywhere in Xianyang City.

The palace.

In the high snow, the black tiger-headed gate of the Wang family seemed particularly conspicuous. The plaque of the gate was hung with soul-summoning banners and white paper lanterns. The lanterns were radiating a faint yellow light, making people look chilling.

Li Chen, Zhao Que and others came to the gate of the palace, and the smell of burning paper money came to their faces. At the door were several men of Wang who were welcoming guests, wearing Bai Xiao's face and looked sad.

"Dong, dun, dun."

Three shocking sounds of drums, followed by a loud voice shouting: "The Grand Marshal of the World, Ronglu Hou Li Chendao."

Li Chen walked into the courtyard, where the Wang family members were covered with white filial piety everywhere. They all looked sad, and some of them were crying red and swollen.

The coffin of the old general Wang Jian was in the main hall. In front of the dark coffin was a square table with offerings and incense and candles on it. In front of the square table was a burning brazier, with yellow paper in the brazier.

Li Chen walked to the mourning hall, knelt down with a sad expression, and respectfully kowtowed three times to Wang Jian's coffin. Wang Li was kneeling on both sides of the mourning hall, and was crying like a tearful person.

Li Chen's current identity is that he went to court with swords and shoes and did not bow to you. In fact, with such an identity, no one would say anything even if he bowed in front of the spirit. But in Li Chen's heart, Wang Jian is a respectable elder. Li Chen had few close relatives in this era, and Wang Jian was like his grandfather in his heart.

Wang Li and some of the younger generations of Wang clans cried bitterly, as if thinking of the sadness. Wang Li was almost breathless in tears. His lips were dry and his face was bloodless. Wang Li and Wang Jian had a particularly deep relationship, and he was even above his father Wang Ben.

Wang Li is the kind of person who was raised by his grandfather. Since he could remember, Wang Ben has been at the border for many years. Wang Jian was with him all year round and pulled him up. At this time, no one could understand Wang Li's feelings. He looked at his grandfather in the coffin, clenched his hands tightly into fists, his fingernails embedded in the flesh, and his palms were pierced.

Li Chen glanced at Wang Jian in the coffin. The old general was still like an old farmer. However, now his face was no longer bloody, and the skin leaked was also yellow and dry, and his white hair lost its vitality like dry grass.

There were many officials waiting for worship behind him, and Li Chen withdrew from the mourning hall. As soon as Li Chen returned to the courtyard, a Wang clan elder came up. With Li Chen's current identity, such a distinguished guest could not be left here.

"On the day of the funeral of the old general, I will help the coffin for the old general." Li Chen said to the old Wang clan.

"In this case, we naturally cannot get it." The old man from the Wang clan agreed happily.

The meaning of holding a coffin is to escort the deceased on the last journey to avoid being disturbed by the little ghosts on the way to the underworld. According to folk sayings, the nobler the person, the more powerful the person, the more powerful the person will have. This aura must be respected, even if the little ghost is afraid, even the officials in the underworld must respect it. Therefore, the nobler the person who holds the coffin, the nobler the person in the coffin will be respected even if he reaches the underworld.

Now, besides the First Emperor and Fusu, who is more than Li Chen's identity than Li Chen? Even some princes are three points shorter in front of Li Chen. Now that Li Chen can take the initiative to support Wang Jian, this is of course better for Wang.
Chapter completed!