On New Year's Eve, almost all units were on vacation. Units like the crematorium had already extinguished the fires. Hu Baoguo's phone call was a combination of pleading and threatening, and through the relationship between the old provincial chiefs, he finally
Ask the crematorium to agree to open a separate furnace.
When the cremation was completed and he returned to Hu's house, the New Year's bell had already rang. Holding his master's urn, Qin Feng sat blankly in the room arranged for him by Hu Baoguo. He was still a living person in the morning, but now he has become a living person.
Turning into a box of ashes, Qin Feng faced this kind of separation between life and death for the first time in a real sense.
"Xiao Feng, please bring the old man up and wait for seven days. I will bury him at the top of the Hu family's ancestral grave. I will not let the old man suffer any injustice."
Hu Baoguo opened the door curtain with a bowl of dumplings and had been busy for a whole day. Not to mention Qin Feng, who was only fifteen or sixteen years old, even he felt that he could no longer hold on. However, the matter was finally settled, and Hu Baoguo felt relieved.
Take a breath.
"Brother Hu, I have one more thing to ask of you!"
Qin Feng's eyes turned from the urn to Hu Baoguo, and he said: "Although Master rarely tells others about his identity, I know that he wants to be buried in the Qing Tomb. I want to fulfill Master's wish!"
Qin Feng had been with Zaishi for more than three years. Qin Feng once heard him say that his contemporary Emperor Guangxu, also known as Aisin Gioro Zaitan, once left a cemetery between the Qingxi Mausoleum and Puyi's Hualong Royal Cemetery.
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At that time, Guangxu had made a decree that this cemetery was reserved for the royal relatives of the Zai generation. For example, the last prince, Prince Chun, Zaifeng and others were buried there.
Although Zaishi didn't say anything explicitly, Qin Feng could tell that the master still wanted Ye Luo to return to his roots and return to his ancestral grave. However, he had been away from the Aixinjueluo family for a long time and knew that this wish would be difficult to achieve. He would only do it when there was no one to mourn him.
Show a trace of your heart.
"Buried in the Qing Tomb? Qin Feng, are you kidding me about Lao Hu?"
After hearing Qin Feng's words, Hu Baoguo almost knocked the bowl of dumplings in his hand to the ground, "What era is it now? The Qing Dynasty has long been destroyed. Apart from the last emperor who was specially approved by the former Prime Minister, who else can bury it?"
Where are we going? Lao Hu, I don’t have that ability!”
After the fall of the Qing Dynasty, both the Beiyang Government, the National Government and the current regime are working hard to reduce the impact of the imperial era on the country. Even the last emperor was not buried in the imperial mausoleum when he just died, but was buried in the
to Babao Mountain.
Since the imperial mausoleum of the last emperor had been built long ago, he was later moved in with the intervention of the Prime Minister. This was also the last emperor buried in the Qing Dynasty. Since then, no one has heard of it.
Who can be buried in the imperial mausoleum?
Although the Hu family is considered a large family in Shishi, the largest official in the past few decades is Hu Baoguo, the director of the juvenile detention center. Under the current system, he, a division-level cadre, can
How much energy does it have?
"Brother Hu, I didn't mean to bury the master in the imperial mausoleum, but an ancestral graveyard in the Qing court next to the imperial mausoleum..." Seeing that Hu Baoguo had misunderstood what he meant, Qin Feng quickly explained what he wanted to do.
Help Master fulfill his last wish of recognizing his ancestors and returning to his clan.
Hu Baoguo shook his head repeatedly and said: "This... Xiaofeng, even that kind of mausoleum, not just anyone can be buried in it. It has been seventy or eighty years since the old man left the Aixinjueluo family. Is there any trace of him in the family tree?"
I don’t even know his name, and he’s just talking nonsense, who’s going to believe him?”
As members of the last dynasty, the country pays a certain amount of attention to the people of the Aisin Gioro royal family. Every person who dies will set up a funeral committee. Let alone Zai, who has now turned into ashes, even if he is still alive, he wants to be identified. Identity still requires a lot of procedures.
"Brother Hu, Master left a notebook that can prove his identity. I will take care of this matter. I just want to store Master's ashes in your home for the time being. Do you think this is okay?"
The inheritance of the Outer Eight Sects is passed down from heart to heart, and the old man did not dare to break this rule. However, in the last few years of his life, he wrote many memoirs of those years, including some things about the Aixinjueluo family that outsiders did not know. Proof of your identity is still very useful.
"Boy, why don't you let the old man rest in peace? Do you have to go through so much trouble?"
Hu Baoguo glared at Qin Feng angrily. What he couldn't do himself was that this boy who was still serving his sentence actually spoke arrogantly.
"Brother Hu, Master only has this last wish, and I must help him fulfill it!"
Qin Feng looked at Hu Baoguo stubbornly, refusing to give in at all. He knew that the reason why his master wanted to be buried in the Qing court was not because of his status as a member of the Qing royal family, but purely because an old man recognized his ancestors and returned to his clan. Qin Feng felt that he should shoulder this responsibility.
"Well, you are the old man's direct disciple, you can make the decision on this matter!"
Looking at Qin Feng with firm eyes, Hu Baoguo sighed and agreed, put down the bowl of dumplings, then took the urn containing the ashes, placed it on the table respectfully, and said: "You have something to eat. Well, come back with me tomorrow and I will find a way to deduct the last two months of your sentence."
"Brother Hu, no need, it's only two months, I can afford to wait!"
Qin Feng shook his head. With his current ability, how could he be trapped in this small prison? The reason why he stayed here was that his master was here, and secondly, Qin Feng wanted to sharpen his mind. According to Master, only those who can endure loneliness can achieve great things.
Another point is that in the juvenile detention center, Qin Feng can learn a lot from others. Even though the correctional facility is full of juvenile delinquents, none of these guys are fuel-efficient. There is a twelve-year-old pickpocket from the northeast. He stole from Sunan without missing a beat. That kind of experience is exactly what Qin Feng lacks.
Zaishi always said in front of Qin Feng that if he could be sent to an adult prison, he would learn more and it would truly be a place of "elite gatherings", ranging from high-ranking officials and scholars to traffickers and pawns. All kinds of things in the world are in it.
Now Qin Feng has also seen it. Whether it is stealing skills or thousand skills, there is actually no difference between good and bad. It only matters where it is used. It is like the most ordinary kitchen knife. It is just a tool in the hands of a chef, but If it is in the hands of a criminal, it is a murder weapon. The key lies in personal choice.
After sending Hu Baoguo away, Qin Feng ate the bowl of cold dumplings and looked at the urn on the table. He couldn't fall asleep. There were too many things that happened that day, and his cerebral cortex was always in a state of confusion. A very excited state.
"Huh? What is this?"
Qin Feng withdrew his gaze, but suddenly found that something seemed to appear in his mind that did not belong to his memory. When Qin Feng's attention involuntarily shifted from the urn to his mind, a wave of The huge and complicated information instantly overwhelmed his thinking.
