On Tie Dongrui's memorial day, only Tie Dongming and Uncle Zhong came to pay their respects.
In this dynasty, there is no custom for elders to worship the younger ones, so it is understandable that the old couple did not come.
Tie Shaochen wanted to come, but his mother wouldn't let him.
Originally, Tie Yunqing and Gao Hong also wanted to bring their youngest son along, but they were scolded by Tie Dongming and ran away.
Are these two crazy? Putting aside the bad things Tie Yunqing did in her early years, just take her youngest son, a four-year-old child, and how dare they bring him to the cemetery?
Gao Hong was quite clear-headed a few years ago, how come he has become like this now?
Gao Hong also had his own troubles. People say that having more children means more blessings, but he had too many children in his family.
As a descendant of an aristocratic family, a large population means fewer resources. By his son's generation, there are more than a dozen legitimate children from each branch of the family. How can there be any way out if he doesn't fight and compete?
After Tie Dongming sent the people away, he did not rush to offer sacrifices. He was waiting, hoping that Tie Zhu would come to see his parents.
Han Zeyu kept his promise and brought the iron pillar to worship on time.
This was the first time the two sides met after their identities were revealed.
When Tiezhu saw General Tie again, he couldn't help feeling embarrassed. It turned out that this man was his second uncle. He had knocked his son off the ring before. Wouldn't he hold a grudge?
Uncle Zhong had spent some time with Tiezhu and spoke to him in a more casual manner. Seeing the two of them looking at each other awkwardly, he quickly spoke up to help them out and asked Tiezhu to go over and burn incense.
Tiezhu looked at the name on the tombstone, but still couldn't recall any memory. However, after reciting it several times in his mind, he felt a sense of familiarity.
Tie Dongming looked gloomy. It seemed that the child still showed no signs of recovery.
Forget it, you can't force it. Besides, it's a blessing to be able to forget such a painful memory.
Han Zeyu looked at them and felt that this wasn't a satisfactory conclusion, so he changed the subject and asked, "Is there still no news about Tiezhu's aunt?"
It's no wonder he asked this question. Tiezhu was stabbed and survived at the age of eight, so there is no reason why the older Xu Jiaxi would die.
Uncle Zhong sighed, "We're still searching. We've expanded our search to the surrounding villages and towns. Unless she marries far away, she must be under the jurisdiction of Junshan Prefecture."
Han Zeyu felt that Uncle Zhong's approach was correct. If Tiezhu could be washed to Qingshan County, Xu Jiaxi might not be far away.
But the question arises again: "Logically speaking, Xu Jiaxi has memories, so if she was saved, why didn't she come to Beijing to look for her relatives?"
Tie Dongming and Uncle Zhong sighed together. It was probably not that they didn't want to come, but that they couldn't come.
There is a murderer hiding behind the scenes, and the suffocating Wuxing Marquis Mansion. She is just the weaker party who is unable to compete. What can she get in return?
The topic turned a bit heavy, and Han Zeyu patted Tiezhu's shoulder, motioning him to kneel down and kowtow to his parents.
Tiezhu had practiced this part at home and knew what to do.
He picked up the paper money and slowly burned it, muttering to himself about all the grievances he had suffered over the years.
In fact, the things that Tiezhu could remember were all trivial matters, but he couldn't help but feel sorry for the uncle.
Tie Dongming hugged his nephew who was slightly taller than him and cried loudly.
Tiezhu is so anxious! You are so embarrassed that you want to shed tears!
Han Zeyu rolled his eyes. This idiot failed to perform at the critical moment, and he had to take action himself.
"Tiezhu, don't cry. Your parents are watching you! How heartbroken they will be if you cry!"
As soon as Han Zeyu finished speaking, there was a gust of flying sand and rocks, and the green leaves on the trees began to fall.
After falling to the ground, the leaves rolled up the sand and moved towards the iron pillar. Finally, they circled around him twice before reluctantly scattering at his feet.
The atmosphere group came on stage again. Han Zeyu's eyes were slightly red. He clutched a handkerchief to wipe Tiezhu's tears. He used the same rhetoric, but it was slightly upgraded.
"Tiezhu, stop crying! I told you your parents are watching you. Look, it's working!"
If Han Zeyu had not fooled Old Man Han with this kind of miracle before, and Tiezhu happened to be there, he might have really believed it.
Tiezhu cried, "Master, please stop wiping it. It's really eye-irritating. I can hardly open my eyes."
Han Zeyu also wanted to cry. He was moved to tears by his own hard work and dedication.
He really worried a lot, talked a lot, and almost broke his body, just to make them believe that ghosts exist in this world.
Uncle Zhong fell to the ground, tears streaming down his face. His savior! Did you see that? Shaoyu is back, and he has grown up healthy and strong.
Tie Dongming blamed himself so much that he even had the urge to hand over the general's mansion to Tie Zhu.
But then I thought again, what can this terrible general's mansion offer? Should I let the child take over the mess?
No, he couldn't let Tiezhu, who was kind-hearted, get involved in all this trouble. He had to plan a better way out for Tiezhu.
No, this is Shaoyu, his eldest brother’s only flesh and blood, Tie Shaoyu!
The three men, old, middle-aged and young, cried separately without any interference, and even echoed each other.
At this time, Han Zeyu turned his head in confusion. Just now in the southeast direction, he seemed to sense a fluctuation of supernatural power, but now it is gone. Could it be his illusion?
It’s really strange. Could it be that besides Zhou Yi, there are other people with supernatural powers in the capital?
At this moment, the gears of fate begin to turn, a huge conspiracy is about to surface, and things seem to be getting interesting...
I mean, go to hell with you! He hates trouble the most, so stay away from these nasty things.
Han Zeyu shook his head, trying to get rid of all the random garbage in his mind.
He doesn't want to bother thinking, he just wants to be a beautiful little waste who does nothing.
Han Zeyu took the iron pillar and left from the southeast. He felt it carefully again and there seemed to be no supernatural power fluctuations.
I don’t know whether that person left or his feeling was wrong. Maybe there are no other people with superpowers at all. Who knows?
Ma Zhao breathed a sigh of relief. They finally left. It was really thrilling just now. Fortunately, he sensed the danger and retreated in time, otherwise his whereabouts would probably be exposed.
Han Zeyu seems to be casual, but he is actually very thoughtful!
Hey, little guy, how could I be wrong?
I'm playing the long game, catching the big fish. If you dare to follow me again, you still want me to let you go without paying you a thousand taels? Dream on!
After reviewing memorials for the whole morning, His Majesty the Emperor rubbed his temples tiredly.
Eunuch Wang reported in a low voice that Ma Zhao had been waiting in the side hall for a long time.
The emperor nodded and gestured for him to come in.
Ma Zhao knelt before the imperial desk and said in a deep voice, "I am useless. I failed to investigate thoroughly and nearly exposed my whereabouts."
His Majesty the Emperor raised the corner of his mouth, somewhat interesting...
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