Chapter 389 Funeral Day

"Father is right, my son is stupid."

Seeing him calm down, the Seventh Old Master calmed down and said.

"Don't worry about anything now, just look at the things around you. It's been so many years since my eldest brother died, and we have only removed two secret agents. We don't know how many are left. My eldest sister-in-law died, and I deliberately revealed some clues. I want to see if the couple can detect it. If they activate those secret agents, we can follow the clues to find out."

What the Seventh Old Master was planning was not this little power in Jinling City at all, but something more magnificent. After all, my eldest brother could follow the founding emperor and get the favor today, so he might not be able to do it.

After this clear guidance, Gu Yanguang became much more cheerful and soon knew what he should do.

The days passed by, and soon it was time for the funeral of Mrs. Gu.

The sky full of paper money and mourning music filled the eyes and ears of the people. Naturally, there were road sacrifices set up by various families on the roadside, and there were also funeral teams organized by the people.

When Mrs. Gu was still alive, she was kind and generous. The Gu family had a strict family tradition and there was no talk of bullying the people, so everyone still had a good impression of the Gu family.

In addition, in order to keep the border peaceful, the Gu family buried so many people. Even if they had forgotten some of them in the past years, with the death of Mrs. Gu, these old thoughts rushed back to everyone's minds again.

Therefore, compared with the red-eyed and pale-faced Gu family, some of the people who were attending the funeral cried even more uncontrollably.

Before leaving today, Gu Shaoyu asked the wet nurse to take the four children to kowtow to their grandmother respectfully in front of the mourning hall before starting the funeral.

When leaving, he asked his father-in-law and mother-in-law to take good care of the children at home, and left Luo Yuan and others to guard them.

And he was naturally in mourning and walked in the front, holding the tablet of Mrs. Gu, followed closely by the rest of the Gu family.

Today, the eldest aunt also appeared in the funeral procession in plain clothes, and asked people to support her on both sides, and moved forward little by little.

Originally, Du Jingyi arranged a sedan chair for her, but the eldest aunt insisted on walking by herself, so she had no choice but to ask three or four doctors to follow the team to take care of the sick eldest aunt and the pregnant Gu Xiaochun and Gu Xiaoyun at any time.

All the way north, walking and stopping.

The ancestral tomb of the Gu family is located in Qingshui Town in Jinling City, so on this section of the road in the city, everyone walked forward step by step, and waited until they were outside the city, and then they got on the carriages one after another and headed for Qingshui Town.

The journey was not very far, just half an hour.

But for the sick and pregnant aunt and others, it was very tormenting, so when the carriage stopped in front of the Gu family ancestral hall, the faces of the three of them were very ugly.

Du Jingyi made a prompt decision and asked the maids who served them to take them to the side room to rest immediately, and then asked the doctor to treat them together. As for her, she followed her husband Gu Shaoyu to send the tablet of Mrs. Gu into the ancestral hall first, and then waited for an auspicious time to bury her.

This was the first time Du Jingyi came to the Gu family ancestral hall.

As she slowly climbed the steps, the ancestral hall of the family that had stood for hundreds of years finally appeared in front of her.

In the past, she only knew that the Gu family was a famous family in Jinling City and a family that had survived for hundreds of years, but she did not have a very clear understanding of this. Until now, looking at this complex and solemn ancestral hall, she felt what hundreds of years of glory was.

At this point, she had a higher level of respect in her heart. She accompanied her husband in a serious and upright manner to carry the tablet of her grandmother, Mrs. Gu, inside and placed it next to the tablet of Marshal Gu.

Here, the other members of the Gu family who had previously quarreled with them at home were also standing aside with solemn expressions. It was obvious that they all respected Mrs. Gu from the bottom of their hearts, so there was no blasphemy at all.

However, these people did not include the Seventh Old Master who had evil intentions. When he looked at the tablets of Marshal Gu and Mrs. Gu standing side by side, his heart was calm.

After retracting his gaze, he looked at the swaying longevity palace lantern not far away, which read "Gu Family Prosperity of Luwei", which guaranteed the future and fortune of all the descendants of the Gu family.

Seeing this, he felt a little more sarcastic in his heart.

How can the way of heaven be better than human efforts? If you want the prosperity of the Gu family, you have to fight for it. This is the hard truth.

Unfortunately, he had learned to keep all his emotions in his heart for decades, so no one could see anything wrong with his face. They just thought that he had a slight dispute with Gu Shaoyu two days ago, so he was indifferent and expressionless.

With the sound of "the ceremony is over", the tablet of Mrs. Gu was properly placed. She would stay here and share the offerings and sacrifices of the descendants of the Gu family with the old marshal.

The auspicious time was set for two hours later, so the people who had been rushing all the way here finally had time to rest.

After returning to the wing room, Du Jingyi first found a doctor to ask about the situation of his aunt and others. After getting a relatively positive answer, he felt relieved.

Then he told Yingtao.

"Let the small kitchen of the ancestral hall send some food to everyone. The ceremony will start later, which will take at least two or three hours. Fill your stomach and don't be too hungry by then."

The deceased should mourn as much as possible, and the living should also take care of their own bodies.

"Yes, Madam."

After Yingtao left, Du Jingyi walked up to Gu Shaoyu, sat down, held his hand, and said comfortingly.

"Although we can no longer fulfill our filial duties, it is good for grandma to be reunited with grandpa in the underground. She has worked hard for the Gu family all her life, and the general should also be relieved."

Du Jingyi could feel that Gu Shaoyu's mood had been much lower since he came to this ancestral hall. Although his face did not fluctuate much, as a person beside him, he could still feel these emotions.

Gu Shaoyu did not say much, but just held her hand back and quietly digested those emotions.

After simply eating some cakes, the two closed their eyes and rested for a while.

When the auspicious time was about to arrive, Yingtao came in and woke them up, and then went to the ancestral tomb for burial after a little tidying up.

Outside Qingshui Town, there is a hundred acres of land, which is the cemetery of the Gu family.

It's just that some are main branches, some are side branches, and the place where Mrs. Gu is buried is in the center of the entire cemetery, which was specially built by the craftsmen who repaired the imperial tomb under the order of the emperor.

Marshal Gu and the men of the Gu family who died in the battle are all buried here.