The moment his father closed his eyes, the emperor was stunned. He did not cry or shout, but just looked at his father's body blankly. He couldn't believe that his father left him forever. The past is vivid in my mind. The tall figure carried him on his shoulders and walked around every corner of his horse. When he was conscious, he knew that his father was his life's support.

I remembered that my father taught me irritably, and took me to wash clothes. He was scolded by my eldest mother and punished by my mother... In my memory, my father was rapidly getting older, his strong big hands were covered with wrinkles, and his straight back gradually became hunched. The only thing that had not changed was that he always stood in front of him, sheltering from wind and rain. No matter what happened, the emperor was not afraid, because he had a mountain to rely on.

Now, the mountain has collapsed.

The emperor could not believe it or admit it, and his father left like this... He could no longer hear his teachings, his harsh lessons, his bitter persuasion, and his compassionate feelings... The emperor raised his head and let tears blur his eyes. The severe pain drowned him for a moment. The other children, looking at his father's body, became even more sad.

Cheng Qi hugged Fusu, and the two hugged each other and cried. Fusu hugged Zhongfu. He was still young and had experienced such a life-and-death separation for the first time, which made him unacceptable. Fusu cried loudly, and he was in Zhongfu's arms, trembling. Cheng Qi gently patted Fusu's back and comforted him, and he was also uncomfortable. He grew up next to Zhao Kuo, because his father died early, and he had long regarded Zhao Kuo as his biological father.

He held back his tears and hugged his nephew. Meng Yi had already left here with Shan who was crying and fainting. Zhao Kuo loved Shan the most. When Zhao Kuo left, Shan just roared and cried loudly. Meng Yi could not persuade her. Until Shan cried was exhausted and fell down, Meng Yi took her away. Amid the crying, Han Fei walked in tremblingly. Han Fei raised his head and looked blankly at the figure lying quietly on the bed.

"Teacher..." Han Fei only felt something hitting his forehead, and it was dizzy, but Han Fei still held it back. He stood hard, and he still remembered the teacher's teachings. The teacher never liked him to show his weakest side. The teacher had always persuaded him to be strong. When South Korea was destroyed, if it weren't for the teacher's persuasion, Han Fei would have passed away long ago in grief and anger.

Han Fei didn't know how he came in or how he stood in front of the teacher. Looking at the teacher with a calm face and frowning, Han Fei felt a little distressed. His teacher, who had been busy all his life for the people of the world, never completely relaxed at the last moment... Han Fei clearly knew the principle of life and death, and anyone would die, and Han Fei clearly understood the teacher. Such death may be a relief for the teacher.

Han Fei clearly knew it, but he just couldn't help it. Looking at the tired face of the teacher who had been running around all his life, Han Fei stretched out his hand and covered his face. He started crying. He was not crying for the death of the teacher, but he just felt sorry for his teacher. Except for him, no one understood that Wu Chenghou was fighting for what he had endured in his life. It was because Han Fei knew this that he became more and more sad.

Ruqi, Li Si, Xiao He, Zhang Cang and other ministers in the temple were all kneeling outside the inner room, constantly wiping the tears on their faces. Zhang Cang sat in a daze. He looked at Xiao He next to him, "Harao Wu Cheng left?" Xiao He saw Zhang Cang with a dazed expression beside him, and he nodded in pain, without answering. Zhang Cang had not been able to recover for a long time, but just sat on the ground in a daze.

In the courtyard, there were still many generals standing, such as Taiwei Liao, Meng Wu, Qiang Lu, etc. These generals were not good at hiding their emotions. They hugged each other very early and cried loudly. Zhao Kuo was a kind of faith for the generals of Qin. As long as Zhao Kuo was there, the generals of Qin would not think about defeat at all. Wu Chenghou was an invincible general. He was the god of the Qin army and the belief of the generals.

The faith collapsed, just like Wang Yan after Bai Qi's death. They also beat their chests and stamped their feet, crying in extreme despair. They would never meet a commander like Wu Chenghou again.

Zhao Xiu held Cuju and stood blankly in the courtyard. Although he was young, he read a lot. He understood what death meant, and the man standing beside him had already understood the meaning of death for a long time. Both of them were very scared. They wanted to go in several times, but the adults disagreed. They could only stay in the courtyard. No matter whether they were crying or making a fuss, they could not go in to see their eldest father again.

Until Fusu, who had red eyes, walked out and came to them crying and hugged them into his arms. Fusu found that the two little guys were trembling. Zhao Xiu was trembling with a trembling voice. He asked, "Brother? I want to see my eldest father." This sentence made Fusu burst into tears again. He said nothing, but hugged them and asked hoarsely, "Brother? Will my eldest father tell us stories?"

The news of Wu Chenghou's death spread quickly, and the whole of Xianyang soon learned the news. When local officials came to the farmland crying and brought Zhao Kuo's death, the people who were farming were stunned... Wu Chenghou left? Impossible! How could Wu Chenghou leave? Crying sounds came from all over Xianyang. The people on the farmland put down their hoes, the merchants stopped hawking, the soldiers did not practice, and the whole Xianyang was overwhelmed by the crying sounds.

Hundreds of thousands of people spontaneously went to the mansion of Wucheng Hou. Some kowtowed in the direction of Zhao Kuo on the road. They cried and saw off for their beloved sages... The whole of Xianyang became extremely chaotic, and the officials had no time to care about them. Similarly, the officials were also among the crying crowd. When Zhao Kang brought his army to the outskirts of Xianyang, this was the scene he saw.

Crying sounds could be heard everywhere. The farmland was empty, and even on the road, I could not meet the pavilion commander who came to check... Zhao Kang was sitting in the military carriage, and the soldiers lowered their heads and moved forward. There was no joy of victory on their faces. Listening to these crying sounds, they seemed to understand something. Yang Duanhe, as disciples, was crying all the time, constantly wiping his tears, and the soldiers looked at Zhao Kang who was sitting in the military carriage.

Zhao Kang looked something wrong. He just looked ahead stupidly, as if he didn't hear the crying sounds, nor was he affected... Without Zhao Kang's order, the deputy generals took the soldiers to the schoolyard, while Zhao Kang was preparing to go home... When Zhao Kang's carriage came outside Zhao Kuo's mansion, there were already a lot of people here, but when these people saw Zhao Kang, they subconsciously made way.

The chariot kept moving forward and stopped outside Zhao Kuo's gate. Zhao Kang staggered out of the carriage and almost fell down. Zhao Kang stood up with difficulty and walked into the courtyard. "Father!!! I'm back!!!". Zhao Kang roared, scaring everyone in the courtyard to cover his ears. Zhao Kang staggered in. As soon as he walked into the courtyard, he suddenly fell on the ground. He struggled to stand up again, "Father!!"

"I won!!" Zhao Kang stood up again, walked a few steps, but fell to the ground again. Zhao Kang had never felt like this before. He lost his balance and had no strength. He kept falling on the ground and got up with difficulty. He was like an evil ghost, looking particularly scary. Even Zhao Xiu was frightened and hid in his mother's arms and cried. Someone came to support him. Zhao Kang knocked the person down with one punch, regardless of it, fell several times in a row, and finally walked into the mansion.

When he saw his father lying flat on the bed, he finally lost all his strength and fell down with a bang.

The emperor jumped up suddenly, yelled at the imperial physician, and everyone carried him into another room.

The body of Wu Chenghou could not be kept here all the time. Some ministers suggested that the body should be sent back to the horse suit, and some suggested that a large tomb should be built to bury him. These proposals were rejected by the emperor. He knew his father very well. His father did not need a luxurious tomb, nor did he need any temples for him in the horse suit. He decided to bury his father next to his mother... A simple courtyard wall was built around the tomb, imitating the former residence of the horse suit, so that they could rest here.

On the day when Wu Chenghou's body was traveling, countless people were kneeling on both sides of Xianyang roads. The people looked at Wu Chenghou who was being carried slowly forward, and they cried and said, "Send Wu Chenghou!" All the people in Xianyang came, and Zhao Kuo was carried to the suburbs and buried with Yi. This is also the place where Zhao Kuo has visited the most, and the news of Wu Chenghou's death has officially spread to all places.

In South Korea, when the local officials and people learned about Zhao Kuo's death, the local officials and people spontaneously held a funeral ceremony, facing the West, praying in the Korean way that ghosts and gods could protect Zhao Kuo's soul. In Zhao... Alas, when the Zhao people learned that Zhao Kuo had passed away, the sky collapsed and the earth broke, the Zhao people burst into tears. Some people cut themselves with swords, some people did not eat or drink, prayed for Zhao Kuo, and some people spontaneously took to the streets and shouted the name of Wu Chenghou.

The Zhao people hoped that Zhao Kuo could find his hometown, and his home was in Zhao State, Handan, and Mafu... They gathered together and shouted "Mafu Lord is back~~", using this method to guide Zhao Kuo's soul and call on his soul. The officials here received orders and were not allowed to stop the behavior of the people... The crying sounds in Zhao seemed to be even louder than Xianyang. The Zhao people lost their country and at this moment they lost their faith.

Officials from all over the country also wanted to go to Xianyang and bid farewell to Ma Fujun... When the news reached Yan State, the people of Yan State were even more so. The people of Yan State were deeply favored by Zhao Kuo, and Zhao Kuo was very prestigious here. Li Mu, who was guarding here, was the first to learn that Zhao Kuo was seriously ill and was about to go to Xianyang, but he learned about Zhao Kuo's death... The calm and steady general could not remain calm at this moment.

Li Mu treated Zhao Kuo as his brother and his goal. Li Mu didn't say much, and the soldiers guarding the local area started to cry. Li Mu's eyes were red, but he did not cry. His mind was filled with the brave and fearless brother, patting his shoulders and telling himself that no matter what he encountered, he must not be afraid or give up, and always keep himself strong and strong from the inside out.

He maintained his last strength, comforted his soldiers and told them not to be sad.

In Qi, Wei, and Chu, there were many people who saw Zhao Kuo off. There had never been such a situation. The whole world was crying for one person... On the land of China, the crying sounded across the sky sent away their last sage, and an old era also followed Zhao Kuo to the end. Zhao Kuo left like this, leaving the people he loved deeply, and entering the land he loved deeply.

Generals and prefects from all over the country came to Xianyang to say goodbye to Zhao Kuo. Not long after Li Mu left Liaodong, the Donghu people learned the news and took the opportunity to attack the Liaodong border. As a result... the local people and soldiers who were mourning for Zhao Kuo were red and went to fight. On that day, the Donghu people saw the people of Yan who looked like evil ghosts. From the soldiers, some were holding bows and arrows, some were holding hoes, and countless people rushed out to fight with them.

The Donghu people were frightened and dispelled their thoughts and began to retreat. The Liaodong Hu people along the way rode their horses and began to chase them. These Liaodong Hu people were bullied in Yan State. It was Zhao Kuo who saved them and gave them freedom and dignity. At this moment, the Donghu people were insulting Zhao Kuo. The Liaodong Hu people who were always well-behaved could no longer sit still. When these Liaodong Hu people rode their horses to chase them all the way, and even chased them to the Donghu territory for a while, the Donghu King learned about this.

This matter was his own decision, a general who guarded the place, and he had no idea. The King of Donghu was furious and hurriedly killed the general and gave his head to the Qin people, which slightly calmed the anger of the Liaodong people.

Zhao Kang knelt in front of his father's tombstone, and had never spoken for a long time. When his mother passed away, he was not here, and when his father passed away, he was still not here... He seemed to be able to understand his father's mood at the beginning, and his father's mood for many years of fighting outside. Zhao Kang sat here for a long time before he got into the carriage and rushed towards Xianyang. When he walked on the road, he saw several old men walking slowly towards Xianyang with crutches. These people were going to worship Zhao Kuo and were preparing to go home at this moment.

Zhao Kang had almost no hesitation. He took the carriage and asked the coachman to take the old men back, but he walked back by himself.

The old people were very happy and kept thanking the kind young man for getting on the carriage and heading to Xianyang. Zhao Kang just smiled at them and said nothing more.

When Zhao Kang returned home, Zhao Xiu was in his mother's arms and sobbing. Zhao Kang stretched out his hand and picked up his son, "I want to hear the story? I can tell you!" Xiu's eyes were red, and he said, "Mao stayed in his father's mansion and didn't want to come with me..." Zhao Kang nodded, put down him, and walked towards Zhao Kuo's mansion. Soon, he came back, holding Mao's hand, Mao looked a little restrained and scared.

When Zhao Kuo passed away, he seemed to have lost everything.

Zhao Kang rubbed his head and said, "From the future, you will stay here and study hard with Xiu. If you dare to go to Xiu with Huo, I will not show mercy!"

Gan Luo didn't know the news of Zhao Kuo's death at this moment. He was bringing his men to the Yuezhi tribe.

Marquis Wu Cheng passed away, but everything continued. The Qin Empire continued to move towards the distance in a grief, and did not stop because of this.
Chapter completed!