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Although it was not an ordinary city road, Jiang Chen still followed the principle of giving way to the straight-moving vehicles when turning, and ordered the convoy not to move and let the other vehicle go first.

It’s not that he has a deep relationship with the US troops stationed in Japan. After all, the other party was just doing the job for money. But everyone is here to attend the funeral today. Even for the sake of the host, they should not argue over such a small matter as who goes first and who goes later.

Moreover.

They are all people of status.

Identity represents both pattern and cultivation.

Only the common people would get angry and curse on the street with red faces.

This is not.

It seemed that he had the same idea as Boss Jiang, and they were in perfect harmony, so they also stopped and waited.

Finally, seeing that Boss Jiang remained motionless and was too polite, he had no choice but to start the process first.

We can't just stay here forever. There are a constant stream of guests coming to pay their respects, and it would definitely not be a good idea to have the road blocked.

Solving problems does not necessarily require conflict. Courtesy is a better way.

Both sides passed through peacefully and in an orderly manner.

Upon seeing this, Wu Sheng retracted his head and raised the window again.

Although he was used to being a bully in the village, he didn't think there was anything shameful in giving way. What's the meaning of never retreating in chess?
Only pawns.

At the gate of the Fujiwara family's ancestral home, the U.S. military convoy stationed in Japan, which had previously encountered Boss Jiang, arrived first. The door opened and a burly white man got out of the car.

It was none other than the commander of the U.S. forces in Japan, the American four-star general – Bonnie Benjamin.

of course.

Not only the highest commander of the US forces in Japan came to pay their respects, but also a series of senior generals.

As American troops stationed in Japan, they are already closely entangled with local Japanese forces, and it would be reasonable for them not to miss the funeral of the head of Japan's top chaebol.

"General Bonnie."

Knowing that all the visitors today would be distinguished guests, Fujiwara Takuya personally greeted them at the door.

There is indeed a difference in aura.

Even though the Fujiwara family prepared a large number of people along the way, and there were a lot of tough men in suits at the door of the ancestral home to create an atmosphere and maintain order, as soon as these senior US military officials stationed in Japan arrived, they instantly became supporting roles.

Moreover, these senior generals did not wear military uniforms, but attended in casual clothes.

"I am sorry to hear such sad news. Chief Fujiwara has dedicated his entire life to the country and the people. His departure is great and glorious. May he rest in peace."

The troops stationed abroad are all privileged classes, but this four-star admiral does not have the arrogance and arrogance of a superior person. He gave Fujiwara Takuno and the Fujiwara family the respect they deserve.

Times have changed.

Even if you raise a dog, you can't just beat it with fists and kicks. You have to use both kindness and force.

"Thank you, General Bonnie."

Fujiwara Takuno was touched and shook hands with him. He was polite while maintaining the dignity of a Japanese family, neither humble nor arrogant. At the same time, his eyes seemed to be attracted by something, and he couldn't help but look at a white man behind Bonny Benjamin.

The other person has brilliant golden hair that seems purer than the color of the sun, but his skin is so white and flawless that it can make women ashamed. Coupled with his deep and three-dimensional facial features, people can't help but think of sculptures of Apollo, the god of the sun.

Fujiwara Takuno remained silent, but he was full of doubts in his heart.

He basically knew all the senior US military generals in Japan. Even if he was not familiar with them, at least he had met them. However, the one who came to pay his respects with the US troops stationed in Japan looked quite unfamiliar.

Fujiwara Takuya quickly searched in his mind and finally confirmed that he had never seen it before.

I have to admit that in terms of appearance, even he is slightly inferior, and it is impossible for such a charming person not to leave an impression once you meet him.

and.

The other person's temperament doesn't seem like that of a soldier at all, and he is incompatible with a group of senior US military officials.

Needless to say, this white man was not on the invitation list, but Fujiwara Takuya certainly wouldn't be stupid enough to ask questions.

Those who come are guests.

There is no need for an invitation letter. The emperor of Japan, alas, Japan’s most loyal friend, four-star general Bonny Benjamin is the best business card.

"Everyone, please come in."

Today is a slightly cool day with moderate humidity, making it a suitable day for a funeral.

Fujiwara Takuno planned to lead the way himself, after all, these guests were too important, but Bonny Benjamin rejected his kindness.

"Don't bother, just entertain the guests behind."

After saying this, ignoring the stunned Fujiwara Takuya, a group of high-ranking officials who were superior to any privileged class in Japan walked towards the ancestral home.

There was no introduction given to the Apollo-like man who came uninvited.

Fujiwara Takuno watched their figures disappear and enter the house.

Although the arrival of senior US military officials was expected, for some reason, he sensed something unusual. Before he could ponder it too much, not long after four-star General Bonny Benjamin left, Fujiwara Takuno turned his head, looked at the road, and saw another convoy arriving.

Boss Jiang got out of the car.

The scene was equally grand. At least there was a Taoist nun there, which was enough to attract everyone's attention.

"Tsk, dancing in front of the grave."

The Wu Sheng, who couldn't wait to jump off another car, was immediately attracted by a group of weirdos.

They were dressed in strange clothes and were jumping around strangely around the fire, spinning in circles and mumbling to themselves.

Dancing in front of the grave.

This guy is really brave.

Does he really think that his sister Liuli has the ability to mobilize the power of heaven and earth, or does he treat those muscular men in suits as decorations?
Even a spit from each person would be enough to drown him.

Pan Yang had a strange look on his face after hearing what the young man said. He was silent for a moment, looking at the group of weirdos in long robes dancing and muttering to themselves, and explained, "They are Onmyojis from Japan, responsible for praying for the deceased."

The Martial Saint suddenly understood and nodded immediately, "I see, they are just Taoist priests from the local area. However, these people are just pretending to be gods and ghosts, and they definitely have no real skills."

Exorcising evil spirits and praying for blessings are symbolic in nature. Are there really people who can communicate with spirits?

But after two days of contact, although they had not known each other for a long time, Pan Yang also understood the boy's speaking style and did not take it to heart.

"Mr. Jiang, Fujiwara Takuya is here."

he reminded.

That's right.

After seeing off the American four-star general, Fujiwara Takuya walked over here immediately.

"Mr. Jiang, thank you for your hard work. I'm sorry to bother you to make this special trip."

The young master Fujiwara, who theoretically should have hated him to the core, was extremely polite in his attitude. His appearance had not changed much. After all, he had the same genes as his sister and was handsome and suave. However, compared to last year, his eyes and eyebrows were obviously more weathered and haggard.

Right.

After all, he was suffering from the pain of losing his father.

There are not many disasters in life that are heavier than this kind of misfortune.

"I am deeply sorry for the passing of Chief Fujiwara. I hope you will accept my condolences."

Jiang Chen was relieved.

"Birth, aging, illness and death are the laws of nature, and no one can escape them. My father was tortured by illness during his lifetime, and passing away may be a relief for him."

It’s truly a family.

Both brother and sister are top actors.

Jiang Chen nodded.

"Please come in."

Fujiwara Takuno made a gesture.

There was a constant stream of guests and there was indeed not enough time for greetings. However, his attitude towards Jiang Chen and his party had undoubtedly changed. Before, he wanted to personally escort the four-star admiral in, but now he had no such intention.

But yes.

After all, Jiang Chen was not a guest he invited.

Whoever invites should be responsible for the reception.

In an emergency, of course, no one would mind such a small detail. Just as Jiang Chen and his party were walking towards the vermilion lacquered gate, another group of guests arrived in a hurry. Jiang Chen glanced at them casually.

ho.

It's an acquaintance.

Prince Watari also got out of the car, holding the little princess Mei's hand.

The royal family came too.

This is the style of Japan's top chaebols.

"Oh my god, why is that guy so ugly?"

Looking at Du Zheye, Wu Sheng blurted out, but this time he took the occasion into consideration and intentionally lowered his voice.

To be honest, times are getting better and better. As long as you clean up and dress up a little, no matter if you are a man or a woman, you won't look ugly. But this little Japanese guy is an exception.

Even if you get out of a luxury car, you can't change the visual impact.

In comparison, the little girl next to her looks particularly well-behaved and cute.

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The Martial Saint certainly didn't know that he was insulting the real royal family, but it couldn't be considered an insult.

Is it a crime to state the facts?

But because he lowered his voice, no one heard it.

"Your Highness, Your Highness."

Fujiwara Takuya quickly went up to greet them. After the two sides exchanged greetings, Fujiwara Takuya gestured over here and said something to the half-brother and sister.

Then Duzhe also walked towards this side holding Mei's hand.

Human sorrows and joys are not interlinked.

Although Fujiwara no Takuno and Fujiwara no Reihime may appear to be on good terms with each other, their relationship as a royal sibling seems to be getting better and better.

Jiang Chen did not avoid it. He was not as anxious as the four-star general. After all, it was a condolence and the person was already dead. A little later would not have much impact.

"Mr. Jiang."

When they came a few steps away, the little princess Mei was the first to look over and say hello. Normally, a child of this age shouldn't have such a good memory.

It seems that Boss Jiang was quite impressed by the girl.

Even the Martial Saint is almost numb.

What is a real tough guy?

Brother Jiang Chen doesn't need a business card. With just this face, people will recognize him wherever he goes.

"Your Highness has grown taller again."

Jiang Chen smiled kindly. Even though he was filled with feelings of national hatred and family feud, it was difficult for him to feel any resentment towards such a well-educated and reasonable little girl.

"Mei hopes to be as tall as her teacher in the future."

It is very meaningful to know who this "teacher" refers to specifically.

Du Zhe also touched his sister's head and said, "If you want to grow taller, you have to supplement your nutrition and eat more."

What a heartwarming picture.

Only the Martial Saint was a little dazed.

What did Brother Jiang Chen call me just now?
Princess?

This is not a movie.

After a brief distraction, Wu Sheng quickly reacted.

The perverted life is different from theirs. The slave mentality is deeply rooted, and there are still emperors today.

In other words, this ugly guy and this little girl who looks like a grown-up are the royal family in their daily lives?
Be nice.

It was worth the trip.

Of course, the Martial Saint had no awe, only curiosity. In this small barbarian country, among the surnames passed down in China, if you are willing to count, which family has not produced emperors and generals?

Therefore, the Martial Saint didn't care at all and looked at the Du Zheya brother and sister unscrupulously.

"Your Highness the Prince."

Jiang Chen also greeted Du Zhe.

"I didn't expect Mr. Jiang to come all the way from Shenzhou."

Can you not come?

Who told me to be so familiar with your fiancée?

Don't even say it.

If you can try to change your perspective when facing a problem, you may get a completely different feeling.

Boss Jiang is an absolute master at adjusting his mindset, so when facing the prince who is about to marry a beautiful woman, he is quite calm and says, "As a junior, it's my duty."

Young Master Fujiwara, who was welcoming guests from a distance and peeking at this side without leaving a trace, must have felt a little disappointed when he saw such a harmonious scene.

"Mr. Jiang, let's go together."

Du Zhe also extended an invitation.

Jiang Chen nodded.

After a brief greeting, the two groups walked together.

Members of the Fujiwara family will respectfully lead the way.

Passing through the ancient vermilion gate, a winding stone road extends under your feet. Different from the hustle and bustle outside the house, after entering the ancestral home of the Fujiwara family, the environment suddenly becomes quieter, with the occasional sound of gurgling water coming from the distance.

On both sides of the cobblestone road, neatly trimmed flowers bloomed silently. The swaying colorful petals formed a visual contrast with the high-hanging white lanterns, as if they intentionally did not want the funeral to be too heavy and depressing.

When you step onto the wooden corridor, your feet make a slight "creaking" sound. The columns on the corridor show the texture of uncarved logs. In the center is a clear pond, with a few koi swimming quietly in the water, occasionally wagging their tails and stirring up a few ripples. Beside the pond lie a few moss-covered boulders, the patterns on the stones tell of the long history of this family.

Further away, you can see a beautifully trimmed dry landscape. The white sandstone floor has rake marks like sea waves, and several stone groups of various shapes are scattered among them, some standing and some lying.

I have to say that the ancestral home of the Fujiwara family is quite something. It follows normal aesthetics and does not follow the Wabi-Sabi style. It displays a unique charm and profound Zen meaning in its natural and simple style, isolating itself from the disturbance and noise of the outside world.

Because it was a condolence, even though they were traveling together, both sides tacitly agreed not to chat too much. Only Wu Sheng kept looking at the brother and sister duo, like they were looking at pandas in a zoo.

Du Zhe didn't seem to notice it, but he made the little princess Mei feel a little embarrassed. However, her good upbringing did not make her nervous, and she even turned her head occasionally to look at the Martial Saint.

Often at this time, the Martial Saint would smile "evilly", revealing two rows of big white teeth.

"Den."

It felt like someone had hit me on the head.

The Martial Saint raised his head in pain, looking at Jiang Chen with grievance and confusion.

Jiang Chen gave him a warning look.

Good guy.

He went to flirt with girls from the Japanese royal family.

And don’t you see how old the girl is?

The sound of Buddhist chanting came from the front.

The funeral hall is coming.

The Martial Saint scratched his head, not knowing where to appeal, only to see Sister Liuli suddenly frown.

"Sister, what's wrong? Is there a ghost?"

His attention was immediately diverted.

Duanmu Liuli said nothing, just looked at the quiet sky above the mourning hall.

The Martial Saints all looked up, puzzled.

Can't you see it?

The sky is full of resentment.

(End of this chapter)