Wenfu is a big event today, the funeral of the three older generations of the family, a grandfather, two Mrs. Edict, Wen Jingye is an upright person, a person who has contributed to East China, there are many people in the imperial city who respect him, today's funeral, the people who came to see off followed the funeral procession for a long time... In the past, when Qi Rong went out for the funeral, it was the royal family that ordered the officials of several products to attend, but Wen Jingye this time, although the royal family gave Ah Jue enough face, there were no regulations for officials, they were all voluntary, and the number of people was as good as Qi Rong's time! However, Qi Rong's contribution to East China is far from being comparable to Wen Jingye, even Qi Hai cannot be compared, no matter how large-scale the Wen family is, no one dares to say anything, the emperor will allow it!

The eldest son walked at the front of the funeral road with a banner and a statue, followed by the coffin, and the family scattered paper money on the road, followed by the family and the people in the clan and friends who volunteered to see him off, such as Murong Qingyang... Wen Qingchen walked in front with Fan, Ah Jue followed behind his brother, and his nephews also followed him, the whole brother did not have a family, and his status was behind the children born by Wen Qingchen... In this way, I walked around the imperial city before leaving the city, and went to the auspicious site that had been chosen for burial...

When they arrived at the burial place, the monks of the National Temple were also invited to perform the ritual, and Wen Qingchen, his younger brother, son, nephew, and some of the younger children in the family knelt beside him to burn paper money. Murong Qingyang was in charge of the funeral this time, so he walked to the side and commanded, it was time to bury after the French style was done, and when it was time for the burial, the coffin should be slowly lowered into the tomb with a big rope. The sound of drums and music was in his ears, and the grief in Ah Jue's heart finally couldn't be controlled, and he ran forward, wanting to look at his father and mother again before the big rope put the coffin down, Murong Qingyang's eyes quickly grabbed him, but Ah Jue wanted to bury his dearest relatives like this... Crying and shouting, he got rid of Murong Qingyang, and Master Qingyang saw that it was not good, and gave Ah Jue a blow to the back of the neck when he was about to get to the coffin, and asked someone to carry Ah Jue back to the back of the crowd.

"General, Ah Jue's emotions are a little out of control..."Murong Qingyang stepped forward to explain to Wen Qingchen: "The old man will take him to the back to rest for a while." ”

"Take him with you, you didn't ask him to vent that day, and he couldn't control it after two days of accumulation... It's true that the master still gives him a chance to vent, you can't cut him like this every time..."Wen Qingchen looked at Ah Jue, who had fainted, and was also distressed and helpless.

"There will be a chance to vent in the future, now like this, the old man is worried about him..."Murong Qingyang now values Ah Jue more and more, a Ah Jue, a Zuo Zuo, are his most proud apprentices, he has no children, just treat these as his own children, he is more accustomed to A Jue than Wen Jingye, and he can see it at Ah Jue's wedding last time. If he goes to Nanyue this time, he will not let Ah Jue go by himself, he will definitely protect him by his side and teach him swordsmanship and the art of war! Teach him everything you know! In the future, when Jingye is gone, he will have to take care of this son for Jingye...

"I will rely on the master to preside over the overall situation for a while, and I will send the deputy general to protect him on the side..." Wen Qingchen hurriedly turned his face and waved his hand at the deputy general, asking him to help, and Yang Hao was also nervous A Jue on the side.

"Okay, it's okay if someone protects his old man!" Murong Qingyang watched the deputy general ask someone to carry Ah Jue out, and he had to preside over the funeral ceremony for Jingye, so he couldn't take care of Ah Jue anymore.

After Murong Qingyang presided over the ceremony, Wen Jingye and his wife were buried. This place is not too far from Qi Rong's cemetery, and there are not many around the imperial city of Feng Shui treasure, when choosing this place, I also went to Ling'er to ask the emperor for advice, and the emperor approved it to choose here, occupying the light of the royal family, and buried next to the royal family.

Murong Qingyang took Ah Jue, who was still sleeping, to the palace, and at this time, as long as he was sent back safely.

"Master..."Ah Jue was woken up by the bump of the carriage.

"Awake? Drink some water..."Murong Qingyang helped him up.

"Master Xie..."Ah Jue picked up the kettle and drank some.

"Just now, you were a little emotionally out of control, just as a teacher..."Murong Qingyang patted Ah Jue's shoulder: "It's not now to vent, go and catch Shi Mi, kill the Nanyue royal family, and kill Yelu Duoyi!" That's revenge, that's venting! If you don't control yourself like this, you're hurting yourself. Dedication is gone, and I will discipline you like him in the future as a teacher..."Murong Qingyang was about to say that he loved him, thinking that if it was his own son, he wouldn't be able to say this, so he would discipline you! Only a child like Ling'er can make people feel that they love her.

"Master..."Ah Jue cried in Murong Qingyang's arms, this kind of venting can be regarded as a kind of venting, I can suffocate myself in the past two days, and it is better to cry out like this. Murong Qingyang hugged him and patted him lightly on the back, wanting to comfort his father, Ah Jue grew up with his mother when he was a child, his father gathered less and left more at home, even if he could see him once a year, it was very good, the dedicated father loved his brother so many people to share, and there was not much left, when he was older and could read, he often wrote to his father, and his father always replied to himself, at this time his father's love was on paper, and the longest time he really stayed with his father was to go to Northern Xinjiang twice! The brothers are luckier than themselves, the father has always taken the three older brothers with him, they have received more fatherly love than themselves, and the calmness of the eldest brother is estimated to be a height that he will never reach...

"Good boy..."Murong Qingyang looked at Ah Jue like this, and he felt very uncomfortable, he was busy for the past few days, and today he can be regarded as accompanying Ah Jue to vent, the master and apprentice cried darkly on the way back to the palace. When they were about to arrive, Yang Hao felt that they couldn't enter the palace like this, and it was unlucky to cry like this in the palace...

"Your Highness, it's almost at the gate of the palace..."Yang Hao heard it clearly outside the car, and wanted to cry, but he was walking outside, so he could only wipe his tears and didn't dare to cry loudly.

Ah Jue heard the voice of Yang Hao, and he was tired and thirsty from crying, so he took out a handkerchief to clean up his tears and snot, and asked Yang Hao to stop next to him and his master to fix his hair.

"Master, they all have gray hair..."Ah Jue found gray hair when he took a comb to fix his master's hair.

"The masters are all old!" Qingyang no longer feels that he is a young man, he is already old, he is not as old as himself, he is full of children and grandchildren, but he has left early...

"Ah Jue has never combed his father's hair, Ah Jue is really an unfilial son, in the future, the master will be the same as his father, let Ah Jue come to be filial to you..."

"Good!" Murong Qingyang smiled at him and patted his shoulder!