The old brothers who worked under the Crown Prince rushed to Chengdu as quickly as possible no matter which city they were in or how far away they were.
Six people, six old men, knelt neatly in front of the prince's coffin. Of course, one or two of the six of them had some kind of emotion in their hearts, but they just dared to think about it. When they were really unsure,
They won't do anything. But now that the big brother they have followed for decades is gone, it is impossible not to be sad.
The Crown Prince has been tough all his life. Whether he was a dandy back then or a big brother now, he will definitely be associated with the word "legend" throughout his life.
However, no matter how legendary he is, he is still an underground figure who is rarely seen in the public eye. The funeral can be grand, but it cannot be too grand. Otherwise, some people with a white face may not be able to stand it.
But it's still the case, but I don't know how the news of the prince's death spread. There were actually many people watching at the funeral place, and there were even some middle-aged men and women in the same grade as the prince kneeling.
outside.
Uncle Eighth was the host of the funeral, and his expression was not very good. Whether it was Chang Xie or Ding Shaoyang, no one could have as deep a relationship as Uncle Eighth and the Crown Prince.
As far as Luo Hui is concerned, Uncle Eighth has always been the disrespectful one in front of him, and he can even be considered dirty. However, in the past few days since the death of the Crown Prince, Uncle Eighth did not say a word to him.
Even so, he never left the prince's room.
In fact, they are the real old brothers!
Uncle Eight glanced at the people outside and suddenly said: "Guangjun, let those outside come in. There are still many grateful people in this world. Jinru has never done any good deeds for Northwest in vain in his life."
In fact, when he saw the people outside, Luo Hui's feelings about the prince became different again. People in the underworld, to be honest, even Luo Hui himself thought that there were not many good people. But when he saw those outside, he felt very different.
Ordinary people, Luo Hui was indeed surprised.
The death of a man who was struggling to survive could actually make so many people sad. In fact, thinking about it, the prince's life was worth it!
From the former Seven War Generals to the ordinary people outside, the entire funeral lasted for almost two or three hours. It was not like a common memorial service, but important people would take a piece of paper and put a few drops on their eyes.
Potion, and even hired a few professional mourners to mourn.
The whole funeral was very peaceful, no one cried or rolled on the ground, only people rolled down or bowed their heads one by one, but the whole scene was indeed extremely shocking.
The funeral came to an end, and the entire funeral was just about bowing three times to the still very cold photo of the prince.
The funeral was about to end, and Luo Hui always thought that the person who might come has not come yet. Luo Hui couldn't help but sigh:
"How much hatred there must be!"
The crown prince's son, the champion, who was far away in the capital, still hadn't come. Uncle Eighth's eyes could be seen that he was still a little angry. After all, he had contributed to three generations of the Xiang family and could speak a little in the Xiang family.
But what people didn't expect was that when everyone left and only Uncle Luo Hui and Qi Zaihuan were left, there was a beautiful young woman in her thirties with a crew cut and a black tunic suit and the same black dress.
, and a five-year-old boy came over.
Luo Hui and the other three turned around at the same time, and Uncle Eighth's eyes suddenly turned red again when he looked at the visitor.
Taking a step forward, Uncle Eight said: "Jinzhuang, you are finally here!"
Xiang Jinzhuang, the number one scholar who is still prosperous in the "capital" where the walls of the red high school are covered!
Luo Huizai took a closer look at this middle-aged man. He had a crew cut and was even more ordinary in appearance than him. He was about 1.7 meters tall and was not very strong or even a little thin. His eyes did not look like those of those in power.
Ao Ao did not hear about the treachery from Empress Dowager Dou or Han Beixing or Li Tai.
This man was like an ordinary man who would leave no impression on anyone if thrown on the street. But the more he looked like this, the more Luo Hui felt that this man was unfathomable. He looked like an ordinary native dog, but his bite was the most deadly!
However, the woman next to this man made Luo Hui feel a sense of surprise. At first glance, this woman did not seem to be the kind of woman who looked like a fairy. But at second glance
When you look at her for the third time, you will find that this woman seems to have changed again, and you still have another feeling when you look at her for the third time.
This woman feels like a mystery. Although her face is a little sad at the moment, she still gives people a feeling that she can be seen from a distance but not played with.
If she were placed among the ancient sects, she would definitely be trained as a saint of the sect, and her appearance would be as good as any of the women around Luo Hui now.
"I am his son after all. Even if I don't come, Xiaoping will have to come and kowtow to his grandfather." Xiang Jinzhuang said.
Uncle Eight nodded heavily and said: "He actually has no regrets in his life. The only thing he has is that he can see his grandson. I hope he can see him before he goes too far."
The man smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, looking a bit stiff. He glanced at Luo Hui and Qi Zaihuan without saying anything, and took the woman and child to the prince's grave.
A child is still a child after all. He has never seen his grandfather, but he still knows that he has a grandfather. After all, blood dissolves in water. Even though he has no impression or affection for his grandfather, he still can't help but wow.
cry.
The saint-like woman couldn't help but secretly wiped away her tears and knelt in front of the grave with her child.
The dead are the most important!
But that man, the famous number one scholar in "Beijing", kept standing like that. The eighth uncle behind him could only smile bitterly when he saw this scene.
The woman and the child toasted a few glasses of wine and kowtowed a few times before standing up. Then Xiang Jinzhuang said, "Xuanyi, take Xiaoping and get out of the car first and wait for me."
The woman nodded and took the five-year-old boy away who was crying like a little tearful person. However, Xiang Jinzhuang said again: "Uncle Ba, you and Zai Huan can go down as well. Luo Hui, you stay."
The prince's tone was very calm, but in fact there was still a sense of domineering in these words.
Uncle Eighth didn't have much tone, but Qi Zaihuan was very dissatisfied with the number one scholar. The prince was kind to him, and since the man in front of him was the prince's son, no matter how old he was, he was dead.
His resentment should have dissipated, but he didn't even kneel down.
Uncle Eight pulled Qi Zaihuan, and the two finally left.
Luo Hui actually didn't have any big plans for Xiang Jinzhuang, the number one scholar. If the number one scholar was really unfaithful, unfilial, benevolent, and unjust, then he wouldn't be able to enjoy his life so well. He just didn't have any big plans for why he should stay.
It was strange for him to do this to him. But after the eighth uncle and Qi Zaihuan had left, the famous number one scholar in the capital did not say a word to him, but stared at the tombstone in a daze.
After being in a daze for a long time, Xiang Jinzhuang suddenly said: "You have been coquettish all your life. Grandpa once wrote such a passage in the old house in Dawang Village. The Xiang family's crotch birds can be small, but when they go
We must go out more ruthlessly and violently than others, make our enemies want to eat our flesh, and make women who like us willingly take off their clothes. In fact, you have met grandpa's requirements in your life, and you have never lost to anyone.
Anyone who hates you will die a good death."
"But do you know why I gave Xiaoping the name Xiang Ping? Because I just want him to live a normal life. I also know that you ignored me in the beginning because you wanted me to become worse than you in the end.
Even more powerful than grandpa. In fact, I really have no intention of fighting with anyone, but you cruelly forced me to do it."
"It snowed heavily the night grandma left. I sat on her grave all night. I thought you would definitely come to pay homage to her miserable woman. But in the end you didn't! This is what I am
What I really hate about you is that it’s okay if you don’t care about me, but that’s your mother, a miserable woman who has been blind for decades. Why can’t you see her for the last time? Just because I was born like this
Is this the son of a bitch who died?!"
"Now that you are gone, I won't care what anyone says. I will also obey the suicide note you gave me. There are three generations of the Xiang family, the three big lords. It sounds very powerful and majestic, but you know that I
Have you been miserable and helpless when fighting with others for so many years? In fact, I did all this just like you, just to prove it to my father...Dad!"
When Xiang Jinzhuang shouted "Dad", there were two small pieces of the ground in front of his feet, just the pads of his little fingers, that were wet. However, Luo Hui sighed in his heart as he listened. This man has always been regarded as an unfilial and rebellious son.
, at this moment, he finally cried out everything in his heart. A man crying? In fact, there is no shame in it! What’s more, he is a son!