Chapter 483: Emperor Grace

Emperor Qin looked at the figure below that was the most conspicuous among the civil and military of Manchu.
Nostalgia and mixed emotions flashed across the scrawny face.
Qin Huang felt in a daze, how long has he not looked at his son?
Now this figure standing upright, exuding a cold breath, and being watched by everyone, is it the son he once needed to be secretly protected by him and thinks it is impossible to escape his palm?
Emperor Qin remembered that Qin Che was still the helpless child, and now, he has become the of war in everyone’s mouth. He alone has taken up the safety of the border fortress. He has never heard of those great things. Less, the more you listen, the more you feel, is that still his son?
Since when did he have grown to this point?
And since when did his body become so weak?
Qin Huang's expression drifted away a bit, and after slowly pulling back, he found that all the officials in the court were looking at him, with sympathy and understanding in their sights. Such a sight made Qin Huang laugh at himself. Up.
No matter how brilliant his first half of his life was, at this moment, he was sympathized by his courtiers and hoped that he would establish an heir earlier.
How sad!
Qin Huang coughed a few times before slowly saying: "I am very pleased that the emperor has returned in triumph today. The emperor has guarded the frontier for so many years, but it has been hard. Come here to pass on my will.
Before he finished speaking, Emperor Qin began to cough, coughing louder and louder, as if he had coughed out his lungs. The whites of his eyes were exposed, frightening a whole group of people and waiting next to him. The close-fitting father-in-law shouted in a sharp throat: "Quickly pass on the royal doctor! Quickly!"
The whole chamber was in panic, and the courtiers underneath all showed worried expressions. The body of the emperor is not as good as one day, and now this situation seems to be dead at any time!
Han Fei looked at the throne, Qin Huang frowned as he coughed out of breath, his expression seemed to be about to die, but at this time he died suddenly, which was not good for the whole situation.
Han Fei stretched out her hand and pinched a pill between her fingers, but it was a bit of a headache to put it in front of everyone.
Just when Han Fei hesitated, the imperial doctor had already arrived. When the imperial doctor hurriedly passed by her, Han Fei stuffed a porcelain bottle into his open medicine box, and his movements flowed smoothly, but there was no one. People found out.
She did what she could. As to whether Emperor Qin could be rescued, it was up to his fate.
When the imperial doctor hurriedly stepped forward to check the Emperor Qin, the ministers underneath all began to whisper to each other, for fear that their emperor would just let go, and many people even looked at Qin Che.
At this time, it seemed that His Royal Highness the Three Princes who appeared in front of everyone had the most hope to ascend to Datong.
The chief imperial physician who was treating the Emperor Qin had already given up. The vitality in the emperor's body was gone, and there was no way to save it. He watched the emperor's breath unable to come up, and his entire face was grim. It was terrible, and I couldn't help sighing in my heart. Right here, the main doctor saw the extra porcelain bottle in his medicine chest.
The imperial doctor stretched out his hand to take out the porcelain bottle, opened it and smelled it, his face was ecstatic, and he shouted: "Quick! Help the emperor up! It's a heart-saving pill!"
The master doctor hurriedly poured out the pills inside, shaking hands, for fear that the pills would fall to the ground. When the pills were finally fed into Emperor Qin's mouth, everyone couldn't help but wait with their breath.
Finally, Qin Huang's breath slowly eased, and his face turned into a purple color also looked much better, but the whole person looked weaker.
Han Fei looked at it, and sighed in her heart. Even if it is the heart-relief pill, it can only reach this level. It can only be delayed for a day or two. Qin Huang's interior has long been hollowed out. They can't move, how can they be saved.
But even a day or two is enough.
The Emperor Qin, who was slowly coming over, looked down slowly, waved his hand, and said, "Go back. I can't die."
The doctors responded and retreated to the door, but did not dare to leave, for fear that they would come back a few more times just like the shock.
Qin Huang's muddy gaze slowly swept toward the courtiers. His breath at this moment was very weak, but he still held up his spirit, saying: "Cough cough, pass on, pass on my will... Reward Golden Wanliang for many honorable hometowns The soldiers, all the generals above the ranks, are all canonized, blessed for three generations...cough, cough, order, to name the third prince Qin Che as the general of the town, reward..."
After Qin Huang said this paragraph, he coughed up blood.
Underneath, the generals knelt down and took orders in a complicated mood. At this moment, they did not have any excitement or excitement. Even if they became officials, they could not change the fact that the country was gradually weakening.
And Qin Che, when he took his order, suddenly remembered the stone tablet with dense names recorded on it. He suddenly knelt down and said in a deep voice: "The minister is willing to distribute his rewards to our soldiers who died on the battlefield. Guys, may their families live in peace and security. They are my chilly protectors of the country and deserve to be treated kindly. I would like to disperse the family wealth and keep my sleeves clean."
With these words, all the generals were red eyes.
At this moment, their respect for the prince has risen to the extreme, and they even want to howl. This is the first time that a general has not put his own interests first. The prince always thinks of soldiers at the bottom. Guys, how is this not touching!
Afterwards, the many generals who had just been rewarded behind Qin Che knelt down and opened their mouths: "The ministers are willing to go with the prince to disperse the rewards and bury our soldiers."
At this moment, the ministers of Manchuria were a little moved.
Qin Huang's eyes lightened even more, and suddenly a surge of energy surged into his body, which made his originally frustrated look suddenly refreshed, looking very excited.
Yes, he was once the emperor who galloped on the battlefield. How much of the territory of this country was taken down by him, how could Emperor Qin not understand how heavy the heart of this compassionate soldier was? He immediately exploded three good words in a row. The originally weak body that needed to be supported suddenly stood up. With a wave of his empty sleeves, he said: "I don't need you to shed your wealth! Those good men who died for the chills Naturally, we will be favored by the court! Come and pass on my will, every soldier and his family who died will receive twelve golds, build mausoleums, bury them in a unified way, and choose auspicious days to go to the soil."
At the moment, all the courtiers knelt down.
"Emperor grace, long live my emperor! Long live emperor grace, long live my emperor..."