Zongling Biography

Chapter 120
Ji Heng is Qiu An's only son, even if he can't accept it anymore, he still has to cheer up and hold Qiu An's funeral successfully without leaving any regrets.

The Ji Mansion got busy in an instant, preparing items for the mourning hall.

The Ji family has left a rule since ancient times that the Ji mansion cannot set up a mourning hall, even the head of the family. The mourning hall must be built in the courtyard next to the Ji family's ancestral grave.

Sijiu covered the old lady with a piece of golden cloth with dragon and phoenix patterns from her feet to her head, and two strong men carried her body out and put it in a coffin.

A group of people followed the old lady's coffin to the ancestral grave, and Donglai and Bodhi followed at Sijiu's feet. They both seemed to want to see the old lady off.

Sijiu never knew that the Ji family looked peaceful on the outside, but in fact secretly had many industries all over the country, all of which were run by trusted people.

Otherwise, it is impossible for the Ji family to eat forever if they only eat their money.

Mr. Ji passed down an order to announce the old lady's death to the public.

The mountain stream was playing dirges and music all the time, and many villagers rushed over to offer a bunch of white chrysanthemums to express their condolences.

Sijiu watched Ji Heng kowtow beside the old lady's coffin, crying like a child, how could he not feel sad?He lost his mother.
Everything was going on in an orderly manner, and at night on April [-]th ​​he insisted on keeping watch for the old lady. Mr. Ji thought that she must feel uncomfortable growing up under the old lady's lap, so he agreed.

Originally, Ji Heng wanted to stay, but Sijiu insisted on refusing, so Mr. Ji kept Uncle Hua, Chunman, Dumb Girl, and a few servants.

Qing Yuan was concerned about Mr. Ji's body, so he went back together.

The moment Ji Heng turned to leave, Sijiu said to Ji Heng's back: "Let Auntie come and burn incense sticks for grandma tomorrow!"

Ji Heng nodded silently, then walked away.
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late at night.

Sijiu couldn't sleep, holding a small cushion, sitting under the coffin, in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

Then the dumb girl came in, took a water bottle in one hand, and a bowl in the other, squatting in front of her, "Miss, drink some milk, you haven't eaten all day, you can't be sick now, there are many things that need you! "

Sijiu looked at the dumb girl's concerned face, nodded, took the bowl from the dumb girl's hand and emptied it.

The dumb girl breathed a sigh of relief, Uncle Hua put sleeping pills in it, wanting the lady to have a good rest, so he had no choice but to do such a thing behind her back.

And at this moment, Qiu An's portrait fell to the ground with a bang, and the glass shattered.

Sijiu and dumb girl looked at the ground at the same time, their hearts skipped a beat, and then they looked at each other.

Sijiu asked, "Is grandma back?"

The mute girl tremblingly said, "Miss, don't scare me."

She stepped forward to pick up Qiu An's photo, and carefully saw that the corner of Qiu An's mouth turned from up to down.

She looked at the photo and asked, "Grandma, is there something you are not satisfied with? If not, you can find a way to tell me."

With Bodhi, the soul-eating cat, guarding here, the little ghosts nearby would not dare to spend incense and candle money, unless the little soul doesn't want it anymore!

Dong Lai was a little restless in the house at this time, running around and around, the wind outside was whistling.

Sijiu always felt uneasy in his heart, but his head was heavy, and he was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes for a while.

(End of this chapter)