It was getting dark for a while, so Lin Kun first went to visit Mr. Zhu in his small courtyard. The old man planned to visit the mourning hall tonight. His son will be buried tomorrow. He wanted to take a last look at this home. The old man was a hero all his life.
But in the face of his son's death, his heroic passion became timid.
Lin Kun helped the old man to the mourning hall, followed closely by the old housekeeper. There were still many people paying condolences in the mourning hall. After seeing the old man, everyone was in awe and kept chanting: "I have seen Mr. Zhu, please ask Mr. Zhu."
Sorry for the old festival..."
Mr. Zhu kept staring at the portrait in front of the coffin. The face that had seen the vicissitudes of time and had seen all kinds of things in the world was constantly trembling, and tears fell down...
"Son, my son, don't worry, your enemy dad will definitely avenge you before closing your eyes. Dad will place the murderer's head and all the heads of the murderer in front of your grave to worship.
May you bless Lin Kun under Jiuquan and help Lin Kun find the murderer smoothly!" Mr. Zhu burst into tears and his body shook violently.
The old housekeeper lit three sticks of incense, and Mr. Zhu inserted them into the incense burner himself. The old man stood silently in front of his son's soul. After a long time, he turned around and walked out of the mourning hall. It was not until Mr. Zhu left that everyone in the mourning hall broke up.
Tranquility, and Liu Moli and his three children originally wanted to talk to Mr. Zhu, but when they heard the words in Mr. Zhu's words, "Bless Lin Kun to find the murderer soon," they gave up their thoughts.
In this huge Zhu family, the only one who can win the trust of the old man is this grandson. Yesterday, Lin Kun broke off Zhu Zhenglun's hand. It is impossible for the old man not to know about it. But looking at the old man's attitude today, he has no intention of blaming...
It was late at night and dawn, and there was another silent night. Early the next morning, everyone in the Zhu family began to work. At this time, Mr. Shen, who lived in the Shen family in Jiangnan, came with his second son Shen Congjun, who is now in charge of the family affairs, and he was accompanied by
The two younger members of the Shen family are Shen Shengnan, the eldest daughter of Shen Congjun, and Shen Jiabin, the only son of Shen Congwen, the eldest son of Mr. Shen.
Since the death of Lin Kun's mother, Mr. Shen has not visited the Zhu family for more than 20 years. This time when he heard that something big happened in the Zhu family, he rushed over. He only sent his juniors to pay his respects.
Mr. Shen's visit this time had another purpose entirely, regarding his grandson's succession as the head of the Zhu family.
Even if Zhu Kunhang does not die, Mr. Shen plans to come to Mr. Zhu’s birthday banquet to congratulate him, and to witness with his own eyes Mr. Zhu’s announcement in front of half of the big families in Yanjing City that he will hand over the power of the Zhu family to
In the hands of his grandson.
The Shen family enjoyed the highest hospitality from the Zhu family, and the two old men sat together and had a long talk.
At nine o'clock in the morning, the funeral procession officially set off. The funeral procession was as high as the death of a national-level leader. There were police cars along the way and rushed to the foot of a famous tomb mountain in Yanjing.
Most of the heirs of the Zhu family went together. Mr. Zhu and Mr. Shen did not go. The white-haired man sent the black-haired man. At such an old age, it was reasonable for Mr. Zhu not to go. Moreover, many people in the family advised him not to go, for fear of going.
The old man's body could not bear the excessive grief.
Mr. Shen looked at Mr. Zhu in front of him and sighed: "Old guy, your life is worse than mine. I have experienced the pain of losing a child once, but you have experienced it twice."
Mr. Zhu smiled bitterly, shed tears, and sighed again, "If I could, I would trade my old life for a few years of Kunhang's life. It's a pity that destiny is hard to change."
Mr. Shen said: "I shouldn't have much to do with your Zhu family's affairs, but when Lin Kun returns this time, have you considered passing on the title of head of the family to him?"
Mr. Zhu smiled bitterly, "You old fox, it's already this time, and you still negotiate terms with me."
Mr. Shen said: "Old man Zhu, this is wrong. The current situation of your Zhu family is unclear. You and I have reached this age. We may pass away one day. If the inheritance of the head of the family is not determined by then, can you imagine?
Is it a disaster for the Zhu family?
My Shen family has already decided on the heir, who is the soldier I brought with me. If I pass away one day, the affairs of my Shen family will still be in order, but what about your Zhu family?"
Mr. Zhu smiled bitterly, "Old Man Shen, do you really think that I, Mr. Zhu Bingshan, am confused? Don't worry, as soon as the eldest son's funeral is completed today, I will ask the young man to pay tribute to all the big families in Yanjing City in my name.
Send a letter, Lin Kun is my long-lost grandson Zhu Bingshan, from now on he will carry the banner of the Zhu family...
While I'm still here, I can help pave the way for him as much as possible. As for the future, if I leave this world before you, you, a grandfather, can't just sit back and do nothing."
Mr. Shen said: "Don't worry about this. Our Shen family has a lot of wealth and dominates the prosperous land in the south of the Yangtze River. I cannot guarantee anything else. As long as my grandson is the head of the Zhu family, my Shen family will be your Zhu family."
The vault behind.”
Zhu Laodao: "Okay, with your words, I feel relieved."
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The funeral convoy arrived at the foot of the famous mountain. The Zhu family's cemetery is a large place. Countless heroes and souls are buried on this mountain. The Zhu family's location is definitely superior.
The auspicious time has come, and the coffin is sealed and buried. Shao Puyang is wearing a Taoist robe and directs the ceremony. Lin Kun comes to a nearby grave at this time. The people Zang Zhe here are his parents. This is not the first time for him to come here and look at the tombstone.
In the photo of his parents, the handsome and tall man looks very similar to him, and the beautiful woman
The person was very similar to him. Lin Kun knelt in front of the grave. A servant of the Zhu family came over and wanted to pull out a wisp of grass in front of his parents' grave. Lin Kun stopped him. The cemetery on the vast mountain
There are countless of them. If every grave was kept very clean, it would seem too old-fashioned. It is nice to have this touch of green.
Lin Kun kowtowed to his parents' graves three times. He straightened up and walked to his grandma's grave. Then he kowtowed to the graves of other elders of the Zhu family. After this circle, Zhu Kunhang's coffin had been filled.
After the ceremony, a huge group of people came down the mountain, and Liu Moli stayed at the end with her three children.
Even though Zhu Zhenggang and others were hateful, they looked very pitiful at the moment. Lin Kun stood in front of Zhu Kunhang's grave and said: "Uncle, I will avenge you, Zhenggang, Zhengdong, Tingting, the three of them,
As long as they don't embarrass me in the future, I will treat them well. You can rest well underground and help me find the murderer as soon as possible!"
Lin Kun turned around and looked at the three brothers Zhu Zhenggang and Liu Moli. The hostility in Liu Moli's eyes faded away and became more about compromise. The three brothers Zhu Zhenggang had hatred in their hearts, but they had to compromise. Thinking of losing a hand