In the Chinese New Year's Eve, almost all units were on vacation, and units like the crematorium had long since extinguished the fire, and Hu Baoguo's phone call was even pleading and scarering, and through the relationship of the old head of the province, he finally got the crematorium to agree to open another furnace alone.

When he returned to the Hu family after the cremation, the New Year's bell had already ringed, holding the master's urn, Qin Feng sat in the room arranged for him by Hu Baoguo in a daze, he was still a living person in the morning, and now he has become a box of ashes, and it is the first time that Qin Feng has faced this kind of life and death parting in a real sense.

"Xiaofeng, let's offer the old man, wait for seven days, I will bury him at the top of the Hu family's ancestral tomb, and I will definitely not let the old man be wronged."

Hu Baoguo opened the door curtain with a bowl of dumplings, and he was busy all day, not to mention Qin Feng, who was only fifteen or sixteen years old, even he felt that he was about to be unable to support it, but the matter was finally dealt with, and Hu Baoguo was relieved in his heart.

"Brother Hu, I want to ask you for something again!"

Qin Feng's gaze shifted from the urn to Hu Baoguo's body, and said, "Although Master rarely tells people his identity, I know that he wants to be buried in the Qing Tomb, and I want to fulfill Master's wish!" ”

After getting along with Zaiyu for more than three years, Qin Feng once heard him say that his peer emperor Emperor Guangxu, that is, Aixin Jueluo? Zaiyan, once in the middle of the Qingxi Mausoleum and Puyi's Hualong Royal Mausoleum, there is a cemetery.

Back then, Guangxu once made a decree, and this cemetery was left for the royal princes of the Zaizi generation, such as the last prince Zaifeng and others, all of whom were buried there.

Although Zai Yu didn't say anything explicitly, Qin Feng could see that the master still wanted Ye Luo to return to his ancestral grave, but he had been separated from Aixinjue Luo for a long time, and he knew that this wish would be difficult to achieve, and only when he sighed nowhere else, he would show a trace of his heart.

"Buried in the Qing Tomb? Qin Feng, are you joking with Lao Hu and me? ”

After hearing Qin Feng's words, Hu Baoguo almost didn't hit the bowl of dumplings in his hand to the ground, "What age is it now?" The Qing Dynasty has long since perished, and who else can be buried there except for the last emperor who was specially approved by the former prime minister? I don't have that ability! ”

After the fall of the Qing Dynasty, whether it was the Beiyang government, the Nationalist government, or the current regime, they were all trying to reduce the impact of the imperial era on the country, and even the last emperor was not buried in the imperial mausoleum when he just died, but was buried in Babaoshan.

Because the last emperor's imperial tomb has already been built haode, so under the intervention of the prime minister, he was later moved in, which is also the Qing Dynasty buried Zuihou an emperor, since then, I haven't heard of who can be buried in the imperial tomb.

And although the Hu family can be regarded as a big family in Shishi, the biggest official in the past few decades is just Hu Baoguo, the director of the juvenile detention center.

"Brother Hu, I didn't mean to bury the master in the emperor's mausoleum, but an ancestral graveyard in the Qing court next to the emperor's mausoleum......" Seeing that Hu Baoguo had misunderstood what he meant, Qin Feng hurriedly explained that he wanted to help the master repay this last wish to recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors.

Hu Baoguo shook his head again and again and said, "This ...... Xiaofeng, it's that kind of mausoleum, not everyone can bury it casually, the old man has been away from Aixinjue Luo for seventy or eighty years, and I don't know if there is his name on the genealogy, who believes it? ”

As a member of the last dynasty, the people of the royal family who love Xinjueluo, the state has given a certain amount of attention, and the dead will set up a funeral committee, not to mention that Zai Yu has now turned into ashes, even if he is still alive, it still takes a lot of procedures to verify his identity.

"Brother Hu, Master has left a notebook that can prove his identity, I will do this, but I want to store Master's ashes in your house for the time being, do you think this is okay?"

The inheritance of the Outer Eight Gates is passed on from mouth to mouth, and the old man does not dare to break this case, but in the past few years in his life, he has written a lot of memoirs of the year, including some things that outsiders do not know about Aixinjue Luo, which still has a great effect on proving Zaiyu's identity.

"You kid, isn't it good to let the old man go to the ground? Do you have to toss so much? ”

Hu Baoguo glared at Qin Feng angrily, what he couldn't do, this kid who was still serving a prison sentence actually spoke wildly.

"Brother Hu, Master has such a little wish, I must help him fulfill it!"

Qin Feng stubbornly looked at Hu Baoguo, refusing to make the slightest concession, he knew that the reason why the master wanted to be buried in the Qing court was not because of his status as a member of the Qing Dynasty royal family, but purely out of the idea of an old man to recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors.

"Okay, you are the old man's personal disciple, you can call the shots in this matter!"

Looking at Qin Feng, who was determined, Hu Baoguo sighed and agreed, put down the bowl of dumplings, and then took the urn of Zaiyu, respectfully offered it on the table, and said, "You have something to eat, go back with me tomorrow, and I will find a way to reduce this zuihou sentence of two months for you." ”

"Brother Hu, no need, just 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 because there was a master, and secondly, Qin Feng wanted to sharpen his mind, according to the master's words, 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, don't look at the correctional center are all juvenile delinquents, none of these guys are fuel-efficient lamps, there is a twelve-year-old pickpocket who stole from the northeast to southern Jiangsu, and none of them missed, that kind of experience is what Qin Feng lacks.

Zai Yu always said in front of Qin Feng that if he could be sent to an adult prison, he would learn even more, and it would really be a place where "elites gather", from high-ranking officials and scholars to peddlers and pawns.

Now Qin Feng has also seen it, whether it is theft or a thousand techniques, there is actually no good or bad, it only cares about where it is used, just 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 criminals, it is a murder weapon, and the key lies in personal choice.

Sending Hu Baoguo away, Qin Feng ate the bowl of dumplings that had become cold, looking at the urn on the table, he couldn't sleep, there were so many things that happened this day, and his cerebral cortex was always in a very excited state.

"Huh? What is it? ”

Qin Feng retracted his gaze, but suddenly found that in his mind, something seemed to appear that did not belong to his memory. When Qin Feng's attention involuntarily shifted from the urn to his mind, a huge and complicated stream of information instantly shocked his thinking.