Son of Heaven

In front of the Chun family's mansion, cars were like water, horses were like dragons, and people came and went, all wearing black suits and mourning clothes, holding white chrysanthemums, coming and going in and out of the mourning hall, with a solemn look on their faces.

After all, although the Chun family may not be considered a large family in China as a whole, it also has a profound heritage. The family has developed for more than a hundred years. Human connections, therefore, the number of people who come to worship can be described as massive.However, because it is already the evening of the third day, although there are still many people coming, the funeral worship is coming to an end, and if there are no accidents, the burial can be done directly tomorrow.

But today will also be the most important day for the Chun family.Because according to the old customs of the Chun family, if the head of the family dies suddenly, without appointing the next head of the family in advance, before the head of the family returns to the earth tonight and tomorrow, under the leadership of the ancestral hall council, he must be in the spiritual body. The successor Patriarch has been elected.

In fact, this regulation is also afraid that the family will start a bloody fight for power and position, and the family's vitality will be seriously injured due to internal friction.

Seeing that the sky is getting late and it is almost dusk, at this moment, the mourning ceremony is finally over, and the next step is to start the prefabricated emergency temporary election plan by the Chun family. It is necessary to elect a new term before Chun Wanshan returns to the earth tomorrow. The Patriarch of the Chun Family came to preside over the next ceremony, officially appeared on the stage, and exercised the power of the Patriarch of the Chun Family. [

Before the mourning hall, the gloomy clouds had already been quietly wiped away, and replaced by the faint sound of gold and spears that were about to rain.

Now, the seven elders who make up the Chun family's council meeting, the two major deacons of the outer family and the inner family deacons, the widow Chun Wanshan's wife Wu Lizhen, her daughter Chun Shiyun, and all the respected seniors of the Chun family are gathered in front of the mourning hall. , everyone looked dignified, but many people had their own thoughts, their eyes were a little flickering, and they seemed to be planning for their own future.

"Everyone, let's stop talking nonsense. The Patriarch's sudden death has dealt a heavy blow to our Chun family. But no matter what, someone must take over the Chun family's great treasure and take on the responsibility and mission of maintaining the family's future. Now, I It is announced that the election of the Patriarch of the Chun Family will be officially launched. Since the Patriarch of Wanshan has no male heirs and no designated candidates, according to the regulations, in addition to the seven elders and two internal and external deacons of the Chun Family Council, the Patriarch's wife and daughter In addition to Chun Shiyun, the best of the younger generation can participate in this election. Now everyone present will conduct the first round of nominations, and the seven elders will review and select three candidates. The number of votes determines the final result." Chun Wanhe, the head of the seven elders of the Chun Family Council, raised his voice.

The old man is of the same generation as Chun Wanshan, but he is much older than Chun Wanshan. He is almost 70 years old this year. He has worked hard in this position all his life, is highly respected, and is also an elder of the older generation with a good reputation in the Chun family.

Chun Wanhe presided over the ceremony, looked majestically at the crowd below, and said in a deep voice.

"Great Elder, I feel that one of the qualified candidates you mentioned just now seems to be missing one." At this moment, another thin old man in his early 60s who was standing next to him turned his head and looked at him. He said loudly.His name was Chun Wanrong, and he was also the Second Elder in the Presbyterian Church after First Elder Chun Wanhe. He was usually unsmiling, but extremely majestic.

"Who?" Chun Wanhe froze for a moment and asked, frowning.

"Chun Shiyun is also the daughter of Xian Qu Patriarch Chun Wanshan." Chun Wanrong said, pointing at the girl standing beside Wu Lizhen.