Baojian

Chapter 42 Last Wish
On New Year's Eve, almost all units are on vacation. Units like crematoriums have already extinguished the fires. Hu Baoguo's phone call was a combination of pleading and threats, and through the relationship of the old chief of the province, he finally Let the crematorium agree to open another furnace separately.

When the cremation was completed and returned to Hu's house, the New Year's bell had already struck. Holding Master's urn, Qin Feng sat blankly in the room arranged for him by Hu Baoguo. It became a box of ashes, and it was the first time that Qin Feng faced this kind of separation between life and death in a real sense.

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

Hu Baoguo opened the door curtain with a bowl of dumplings. He has been busy all day, not to mention Qin Feng, who is only fifteen or sixteen years old. Take a breath.

"Brother Hu, I want to ask you one more thing!"

Qin Feng turned his gaze from the urn to Hu Baoguo, and said, "Although Master seldom reveals his identity to others, I know that he wants to be buried in Qingling. I want to fulfill Master's wish!"

He and Zai have been together for more than three years. Qin Feng once heard him say that his peer Emperor Guangxu, that is, Aixinjueluo Zaitian, once left a cemetery between the Qingxi Mausoleum and Puyi's Hualong Royal Cemetery .

Back then, Guangxu made a decree that this cemetery was reserved for the royal family of Zaizi's generation, such as the last prince, Prince Chun, Zaifeng and others, were all buried there.

Although Zai didn't say anything clearly, Qin Feng could tell that Master still wanted Ye Luo to return to his ancestral grave, but he had been separated from Aixinjueluo for a long time, and he knew that this wish was difficult to achieve, and he would only do it when no one was around to sigh. Showed a trace of heart.

"Buried in Qingling? Qin Feng, are you joking with Lao Hu?"

After hearing Qin Feng's words, Hu Baoguo almost knocked the bowl of dumplings in his hand to the ground, "What year is it now? The Qing Dynasty has long since perished. Except for the last emperor who was specially approved by the former Prime Minister, who else can bury him?" Where are you going? Old Hu, I don’t have that ability!”

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

Since the mausoleum of the last emperor had already been built, he was later moved in under the interference of the prime minister. This was also the last emperor buried in the Qing Dynasty. Since then, no one has heard of it. Who can be buried in the imperial mausoleum?

Although the Hu family can be regarded as a big family in Shishi, the biggest official that has been produced in the past few decades is only Hu Baoguo, the director of the juvenile prison. How much energy?

"Brother Hu, I didn't mean to bury Master in the imperial mausoleum, but an ancestral tomb in the Qing court next to the imperial mausoleum..." Seeing that Hu Baoguo misunderstood himself, Qin Feng quickly explained, what he wanted Help Master fulfill the last wish of recognizing the ancestors and returning to the clan.

Hu Baoguo shook his head again and again, and said, "This...Xiaofeng is that kind of mausoleum, and not everyone can bury it casually. It has been seven or eighty years since the old man left the Aixinjueluo family. Is there any trace of him in the genealogy?" I don’t even know the name, so who would believe it?”

As a member of the last dynasty, members of the Aixinjueluo royal family, the country has given a certain amount of attention, and the dead will set up a funeral committee, not to mention that Zai has now been turned into ashes, even if he is still alive, I want to verify Identity also requires a lot of formalities.

"Brother Hu, Master has left a note that can prove his identity. I will handle this matter, but I will temporarily store Master's ashes at your home. Do you think this is okay?"

The inheritance of the outsiders is handed down from heart to mouth, and the old man dare not make an exception, but in the last few years of his life, he wrote a lot of memoirs, including some things about Aixinjueluo that outsiders don't know. It still plays a big role in proving Zai Ye's identity.

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

Hu Baoguo glared at Qin Feng angrily. This kid who was still serving his sentence actually uttered wild words about something that he couldn't even do.

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

Qin Feng stared stubbornly at Hu Baoguo, unwilling to make the slightest concession. He knew that the reason why 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 because an old man recognized his ancestors and returned to his clan. Qin Feng felt that he should shoulder this responsibility.

"Well, you are the old man's direct disciple, so you can decide this matter!"

Looking at Qin Feng with firm eyes, Hu Baoguo sighed and agreed, put down the bowl of dumplings, then held the urn loaded with it, respectfully placed it on the table, and said: "You have something to eat Come on, go back with me tomorrow, and I will find a way to subtract the last two months of your sentence."

"Brother Hu, no need, it's only two months, I can afford it!"

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 of his master, and because Qin Feng wanted to sharpen his character. According to Master's words, only those who can endure loneliness can achieve great things.

Another point is that in the juvenile prison, Qin Feng can learn a lot from others. Although the prison is full of juvenile delinquents, none of these guys are fuel-efficient. There is a 12-year-old pickpocket who stole from the northeast. When he arrived in southern Jiangsu, he never failed. That kind of experience is exactly what Qin Feng lacks.

Zai always said in front of Qin Feng that if he could be sent to an adult prison, he would learn more, and that is where the "elites gather", ranging from senior officials and scholars to traffickers and pawns. There are all kinds of human beings in it.

Now Qin Feng has also seen it. Whether it is stealing or thousand skills, there is actually no difference between good and bad. It only cares where it is used. It is like the most common kitchen knife. It is just a tool in the hands of a chef. If it is in the hands of a criminal, it is a murder weapon. The key lies in personal choice.

After sending Hu Baoguo away, Qin Feng ate the bowl of dumplings that had turned cold. Looking at the urn on the table, he couldn't fall asleep no matter what. Too many things happened that day, and his cerebral cortex was always in a state of depression. A very excited state.

"Huh? What is this?"

Qin Feng withdrew his gaze, but suddenly found that in his mind, there seemed to be something that did not belong to his memory.When Qin Feng's attention was involuntarily shifted from the urn to his mind, a huge and complicated message instantly shattered his thinking.

(End of this chapter)