Under the cover of night, Yun Zhange stood alone in front of the mourning hall of the Yun family's manor on General Mountain, looking into the distance with deep eyes, and his mood was calm and waveless.

Yun Xiangrong knelt in front of the mourning hall to burn paper, the gust of yin wind is quite a sad taste, hanging a yellow paper mourning couplet in front of the mourning hall, the pen walks the handwriting of the dragon and snake, it is the calligraphy of the whole Chinese literature Zhuge Qinglong personally written, on both sides of the mourning hall, hanging big white lanterns, snow-white shelves support, above the mourning hall placed Yun Yao, Yang Yunxue, Qi Qing three people's photos.

Yun Zhange's expression was indifferent, not sad.

It's just that Yun Xiangrong sobbed while burning paper, Yun Zhange turned his head lightly, and under his calm face, there was the most out-of-the-bone pain, but this sadness was well concealed by him, and he couldn't see the slightest clue.

I don't know how long it took, Yun Xiangrong got up and left the mourning hall, walked to Yun Zhange's side, gently took his arm, there was a bone-deep sadness in his clean and clear eyes, and the voice of Tian Lai made people feel inexplicably pity, she said: "Brother, if you are sleepy, you go to rest first, and I will keep vigil tonight!" ”

Yun Zhange, who was dressed in a white filial piety dress and had a hemp rope tied around her waist, touched her little head with pity, smiled lightly, and said, "Brother is waiting for some people!" ”

Yun Xiangrong pursed his mouth slightly, and then turned his eyes to Yun Yao's last photo, only to feel that his heart was blocked in the general uncomfortable, flickering white lanterns, gently blown by the wind, dancing with the wind in front of the mansion, there was an inexplicable sad atmosphere.

Yun Zhanbin, who was also dressed in linen and filial piety, crossed the door at this time.

Rubbing shoulders with Yun Zhan Ge.

He quietly walked to Yunyao's mourning hall, put on three incense sticks, then kowtowed three times, and burned the dark paper for ten minutes.

After doing all this, he walked to Yun Zhange, who was standing against the door, and gently patted Yun Zhange's shoulder. said: "War Song, you and Xiangrong, go to rest, tomorrow, there will be many people to pay tribute to the second uncle, and you will be busy at that time, it is quiet in the dead of night, you can squint, it will be a while." ”

Yun Zhan Ge was unmoved, looking at the flickering lights of the big white lantern. Some sighed and sighed: "People die like lights going out, Yun Yao will be a hero all his life, who would have thought of today's ending?" ”

"Start with a hero and end with a hero, war song. The second uncle died well, not like your uncle. My father in general. Died in a daze. When he said this, there was an inexplicable chill in Yun Zhanbin's tone, which made people feel a little strange.

Yun Zhan Ge turned his head, suddenly stared at Yun Zhan Bin, and said, "Yun Zhan Bin, there is no shortage of outstanding elites from all walks of life in the Yun family. I know that you have a grudge against the death of your uncle, and after Yunyao's funeral, I will hand over Yunyao Group to you to take care of. Give you back what you deserve. ”

Groov!

Yun Zhanbin's heart suddenly jumped wildly.

Yunyao Group, what kind of industry is that, Yun Zhanbin knows it, and Yun Zhange knows better.

"War Song, we are brothers, I don't covet your father's inheritance!" What kind of character is Yun Zhanbin? How could he not hear Yun Zhange's tentative meaning, he waved his hand at the moment, looked awe-inspiring, and said: "I, Yun Zhanbin, am not a person who fell into the well!" ”

Yun Zhange smiled indifferently and did not answer, now in this critical period, he didn't have the heart to play tricks with anyone, he sat lightly on the threshold, and his eyes turned into the distance again.

Yun Zhan Ge, waiting for someone.

The first person he waited for was the seriously injured scholar Egret.

Scholar Egret went to the Yun Family Manor in General Mountain alone, and the second he saw Yun Zhange, a thick guilt flashed in his eyes.

This man, when he entered the Yunyao Spiritual Hall, his eyes were red and he kowtowed three times in front of the Yunyao Spiritual Hall, his head sank into the ground, and the dull sound hit the floor, which was shocking.

After doing all this, the scholar Egret walked in front of Yun Zhange, his expression uneasy, and he lowered his head.

"I'm sorry, Warsong, we, disappointed you!" Scholar Egret said softly.

"It's good that you're not dead!" The corners of Yun Zhange's mouth pulled a slightly moving arc, and he gently patted the shoulder of the scholar egret.

Belch?

The scholar Egret was slightly stunned, then looked up, and saw that there was something called sincerity in Yun Zhange's eyes, and then sighed softly, turned his head and glanced at Yun Zhanbin, who was standing beside Yun Zhange, a little hesitant, and stopped talking.

Yun Zhange naturally knew his scruples, so he just smiled faintly and said, "Don't get in the way, you have something to say!" ”

Hearing Yun Zhange's words, the scholar Egret didn't talk nonsense, he spoke for a moment, and said: "Zhuge Yunfei was counterattacked by Liu Yunfeng in Liaodong, trapped in the enemy camp, fought Jinlin, and fought a decisive battle with the Giant Tiger Gang in Spring City, I don't know if he is alive or dead, I informed him in advance, there was a mole around him, but he didn't listen to it, and resolutely fought with the Dragon Gang"

Yun Zhange frowned slightly, then took a deep breath and waved his hand lightly, it seemed that suddenly, Yun Zhange grabbed a trace of inspiration, and vaguely felt the intention of fighting Jin Lin.

"My father's bones are still cold, and someone has decided to do something to me?" The corners of Yun Zhange's mouth pulled out a cold arc, then sighed lightly, and stopped talking.

The atmosphere seemed a little stiff for a while, Yun Xiangrong stared at his brother's cloudy face quietly, and then gently reached out to hold Yun Zhange's hand and shook it gently, obviously comforting Yun Zhange in this way.

Yun Zhange just smiled slightly, then set his eyes on Yun Xiangrong and touched her soft green silk dotingly.

"It's okay, brother, you can stand it, Dad is gone, Aunt Qi is gone, my mother is gone, in the future, my brother will take good care of you, and no one will hurt you, no one can do it!" Yun Zhange stared at Yun Xiangrong's delicate little face and said the first promise in his life.

Yun Xiangrong pursed his lips tightly, his eyes were red, and he just didn't let the tears flow.

Half an hour later.

Yun Zhange waited for the second group of people he was waiting for.

Xiang Lei, and Chu Shuntian's sister, Chu Xinxi.

When the two of them stepped into Yun Yao's mourning hall, Xiang Lei's face was heavy, looking at Yun Yao's portrait, the corners of his mouth were filled with bitterness.

Yun Zhan Ge didn't speak, and there was no expression fluctuation on his face, but his heart was a little gloomy.

Looking at Chu Xinxi's somewhat depressed face, Yun Zhange knew. The matter of fighting Jin Lin obviously brought a lot of blows to Chu Xinxi.

But Chu Xinxi and Xiang Lei, none of them were in front of Yun Zhange about this matter, and Yun Zhange didn't ask anything, and he tacitly agreed.

Yun Zhan Ge was in a precarious situation at the moment, and no one added pressure to this man.

The last to come were Yin Xuexin and Linghu Jiamei.

When Linghu Jiamei saw Yun Zhange, tears had already burst out of her eyes, she quietly looked at Yun Zhange's face, and then her eyes fell on Yun Yao. Yang Yunxue, on Qi Qing's posthumous portrait, for some reason, seeing the posthumous portraits of Yunyao and Yang Yunxue on the posthumous portrait, Ling Hu Jiamei only felt that something was blocked in her heart. Extremely uncomfortable.

Yun Zhange silently stared at Linghu Jiamei for a long time, and then gently picked up her supple green silk. Said softly, "Go and rest." Then come with me and spend the last few days with Dad! ”

Belch?

Suddenly hearing Yun Zhange's words, Ling Hu Jiamei burst into tears, his eyes were full of tears, and he suddenly threw himself gently into Yun Zhange's arms without saying a word. At this time, no words are worth a thousand words.

Yun Zhan Ge gently patted her back, but no one could see clearly. In Yun Zhange's eyes, at this moment, under that strong appearance, there was a kind of coldness and coldness that no one could see clearly.

Three days later.

Yun Yao's memorial service was held at Jiangjun Mountain.

On this day, the entire Yanjing was completely shaken.

The whole city is under martial law.

On this morning, the streets of Yanjing were completely under martial law, and at Yanjing Airport, the security guards guarding the airport had already been replaced, but a group of Zhongnanhai bodyguards dressed in black.

A memorial service, and Zhongnanhai bodyguards were dispatched?

Those in high positions know what it means.

It is not surprising that the powerful Yun family has created such a movement.

But—

An unexpected scene, starting at nine o'clock in the morning.

One by one, unfamiliar faces began to take special business planes one after another, landing at Yanjing International Airport, this group of people from all over the world, after getting off the plane, escorted by the group of Zhongnanhai bodyguards, went to Jiangjun Mountain.

At twelve o'clock at noon, the memorial service of Yun Yao, Yang Yunxue, and Qi Qing officially began.

On this day, the atmosphere on General Mountain was solemn.

A wordless aura of sadness permeated the entire General Mountain.

At twelve o'clock, the memorial service began, and a memorial message from the giant battle in the entire Chinese literary circle was slowly read out in the mouth of a powerful and powerful person.

Yun Zhange and Yun Xiangrong knelt in front of the mourning hall, strongly suppressing the sadness in their hearts, and listening to the sacrificial text about Yun Yao's life slowly read from the mouth of the big man.

At this moment, the audience was solemn.

They, all in their own way, are mourning.

The sharp-eyed person unexpectedly found that beside Yun Zhange and Yun Xiangrong, there was actually a woman kneeling -

Linghu Jiamei.

Linghu Jiamei and Yun Xiangrong each knelt beside Yun Zhange, this scene made everyone slightly stunned, and guessed Linghu Jiamei's identity for a while, and knew Linghu Jiamei's identity, they had all kinds of feelings in their hearts, they knew that since Yun Zhange asked this woman to perform the gift of filial piety, it was enough to show that the Yun family recognized Linghu Jiamei's identity and status, and only those who were close to each other could kneel at the front when reading the sacrifice.

After the memorial is read, the guests come forward to bow and the family of the deceased responds.

As the voice of the host of the memorial service sounded, the names of the big people who were enough to move the whole of China were slowly read out from the mouth of the host of the memorial service, and then, the faces that often appeared on the news broadcast appeared on the scene with solemn expressions, all of which bowed with serious expressions when the names were read.

Yun Zhange, Yun Xiangrong, Linghu Jiamei, the three of them wore linen and filial piety, and after the guests bowed, they returned the salute to the group of big people who came forward to bow one by one.

Suddenly, the host of the memorial service took the list of people who came to the memorial service, was stunned for a few seconds, his face was strange, and then read out a name aloud.

"Anne, granddaughter of Her Majesty the Queen of the Commonwealth Royal Family, come forward and bow!" The host suppressed the shock in his heart and slowly pronounced out this name, and as this name was pronounced, many people trembled.

Commonwealth royalty?

Looking at the wonderful expressions on everyone's faces, he endured the pressure of his heart about to beat out of his chest, swept his gaze towards the bottom of the list, and suddenly his face changed again.

Chairman of the Nashville Group?

Chairman of the Italian Nacker Group, Desen?

The Pope of the Holy See?

Names that seemed to only appear on TV or in newspapers suddenly appeared on the list.

After a brief shock, the host understood that this was not an ordinary funeral, it must be a global sensation. (To be continued......)