Section 318

With the victory over, whether it was sadness or joy, resentment or annoyance, everything began to prepare for a grander party.

Until the former Prince's Mansion, mourning was everywhere, and the funeral music sounded, and Xue Qinghe's funeral began.

At this time, the Prince's Mansion was open to the public, but only the front hall was open, and everyone could come in to pay homage.

Qianshui, wearing sunglasses, also slipped in at this time and bowed three times to the portraits of Xue Qinghe and Ning Huahua to show his respect.

If he was not recognized by Xue Luochuan and Xue Haizang who were entertaining guests here, it would be even better.

"Your Majesty... If the eldest brother and sister-in-law are not dead, then what is the point of doing this?" Xue Luochuan asked.

Spreading his hands, Qianshui raised his eyebrows and said, "How do I know?"

In fact, he just wanted to make a final conclusion. The funeral was held, so he couldn't die any more. This was perfect, and he could run away with peace of mind.

"Oh, don't think too much, I'm going to find Rongrong!" Qianshui ran away.

"This..." Xue Luochuan didn't dare to stop him, but looked at Xue Haizang in confusion.

The latter just shook his head helplessly.

Almost everyone in the front hall came to pay tribute to the founder, and the backyard became a gathering place for some people.

"Well, it's a funeral anyway, so we won't drink! Use tea instead of wine." Qianshui, wearing a white headscarf, drank the tea in front of his good friends.

Then, Ning Rongrong smiled and filled Qianshui's tea again.

Bai Chenxiang pulled Zhu Zhuqing beside her and took off her sunglasses and said excitedly: "Sister Zhuqing, this is the reunion of the mythical team back then, right?!"

"Yes!"

"Who are these seven people! The teacher and his six teammates, and Sister Rongrong, the supreme governor, personally poured tea for them, it's just perfect!"

Back then, Qianshui's team was an idol in the minds of these young people. Seeing the seven of them together was enough to make Bai Chenxiang excited.

However, this was completely unattractive to Xiaowu. She put her arm around Bai Chenxiang's shoulders and teased: "Xiangxiang, why don't you tell us what strength these guys will have in the end!"

"I dare not tell!" Bai Chenxiang hurriedly shook her hand, her face full of fear.

It's not like she hadn't told Qianshui before, but the result was not only chaos but also a beating. In her opinion, that must be the future Qianshui.

It seems that he has reached the point where he will feel something when he calls her real name. Bai Chenxiang doesn't even dare to think about that level.

The children are happy to chase stars, and these shameless adults also have their own happiness. Yin Jin can't wait to ask: "Hey, Brother Shui, tell us how it feels to attend your own memorial service?!"

"Feeling? I don't feel anything..."

Qian Shui thought about it seriously, but felt embarrassed. Xue Qinghe should be Qian Renxue, and he is Ning Huahua.

That's interesting. Logically, he misses his female character. How should I put it? This feeling is very complicated?

Without getting entangled, Yin Jin teased again: "I say, Brother Shui, there will be a dinner next. The people who come are the leaders of major sects. Do you want to eat?"

"Yes, of course not!"

Chapter 335 Xue Qinghe's memorial service, accompanied by the opening of the conference [6000 words]

Since ancient times, weddings and funerals have always been good places for socializing, and mourning someone may be secondary.

For example, someone will spark a love affair, someone will promote a cooperation, and the important thing is that relatives and friends who have not seen each other for many years are gathered together.

Qianshui, who minimizes her own presence and eats and drinks everywhere silently, doesn't care about these.

In the years since he left, the catering industry in Douluo Continent has also made rapid progress, mainly due to the large volume and variety, which greatly satisfied his curiosity.

There are advantages to having more people. Except for the embarrassing status of the Spirit Hall, all the people in the entire Douluo Continent who have a face, status, power, means and strength have all arrived.

"Xunzi, listen to the wind singing!" Bai Chenxiang in the corner started the eavesdropping mode.

Although her hard power is not good, her means are also to a point where she can even hear the sound transmission.

Her teacher is similar, but the means of the master and the apprentice are only different in terms of realm. Qianshui is just standing next to him, eating and listening to gossip.

This sneaky feeling is extremely exciting. After all, everyone cares about how others evaluate themselves, even if they are stubborn.

Just when Qianshui wanted to pick up a glass of fruit wine to rinse his mouth again, his wrist was grabbed.

Qianshui sensed who it was without looking back, and at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out to be Song Xuan.

Qianshui recalled that although she and Qianmei didn't know that their families were fine, time was the greatest comfort. After half a year, the two of them also came out of it and returned to their positions as secretaries.

This time, Xue Qinghe's memorial service was also organized by the two of them. After all, everyone knows the situation of the royal family. It's not appropriate to let Xue Beng do this for Xue Qinghe.

After discussing with Xue Luochuan and Xue Haizang, with the endorsement of the Supreme Archon and the family of the deceased, this memorial service was legitimately held.

"Dear guest, who are you?" It seems that Song Xuan doesn't want to give you any face, and he is shaking with anger.

She pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on her eyes, and there seemed to be a flash of soul power. She said indignantly: "It seems that you haven't paid the funeral money!"

After being pulled like this, Qianshui's presence instantly returned to normal, and he was so scared that he quickly changed his face when everyone's eyes were looking at him.

Then he forced a smile and looked back at Song Xuan.

Looking at the gold-rimmed glasses, Qianshui remembered that Song Xuan's martial soul was this, and it had no other use, but the method of "seeing" was particularly powerful, no wonder she could find Qianshui.

But someone was embarrassed, and several people who knew it was him had already stopped laughing.

After all, being chased by his former secretary for money at the memorial service for himself or his wife, this would be laughed at until the universe was destroyed, right?

"Ah! I am Ning Huohuo of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect!" In a hurry, Qianshui wanted to kill his other account.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Wu, who was watching the show excitedly, spit out a mouthful of wine. Fortunately, there was a little apprentice next to him, and the soul barrier was opened, so nothing happened.

It's just that the little apprentice will not save face for you, and all the wine bounced back to Xiao Wu herself.

This scene was full of big shots, with the entire Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect family present. Song Xuan subconsciously looked at Ning Fengzhi, who was also confused.

But Ning Fengzhi was still thinking, was there really a person like Ning Huohuo in their Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect? How could he have no impression of him at all?

This also reminded Qianshui, and a savings card with a limit of 100,000 yuan popped up and was handed to Song Xuan, and then he pointed at Ning Rongrong and began to blame her, "Miss is my direct leader, and Miss knows me."

Ning Rongrong, who was originally fooled by Xiao Wu, was wiping her wine, and Qianshui made her confused.

Ning Fengzhi even caught her and asked immediately, "Rongrong, do you have your own power in the sect?"

After all, looking at Qianshui's appearance, he couldn't talk nonsense. He had given 100,000 yuan, which was a huge amount. There were not many big shots present who could give so many gold soul coins as a funeral money.

And if he dared to talk nonsense in this situation, he would be torn into pieces the next moment.

"No..." Ning Rongrong was speechless again.

Unless she sold out Qianshui, there was no way to break this situation. She could only bite the bullet and admit that she had secretly created a force in her own sect that even Ning Fengzhi didn't know about.

For a moment, Ning Fengzhi's mind raced, thinking of countless possibilities, but in the end he sighed, "Alas, Rongrong, if you want this power, Dad can abdicate. It's just right. Dad has been tired these years and it's time to take a good rest."

As he said, Ning Fengzhi walked out of the hall with seemingly staggering steps.

When the army returned, the Nine Treasures Glazed Tower appeared out of nowhere. Ning Fengzhi watched it clearly from the side. Since the child wanted status when he grew up, this should be given, so take it.

But Ning Rongrong was about to collapse. The military and political affairs of the entire Douluo Continent, endless things were waiting for her to deal with. Originally, the family had her father watching over it, so there would be no problems.

If she took over directly, wouldn't that be asking for her life?

There was no other way, she hurriedly caught up with Ning Fengzhi. It was hard to explain under his nose, but she could still tell Ning Fengzhi that it was Qianshui behind his back.

The important thing was that she could not take on more work. Ning Rongrong still felt that it was more important not to die from overwork than to be misunderstood as having an affair with Qianshui.

Song Xuan, who was also a little confused, accepted the huge amount of condolence money and had nothing to say. She was also too concerned about Xue Qinghe and couldn't stand seeing people eating and drinking for free.

"Please, my guest. I'm sorry for being so presumptuous." Ignoring the big shots' quarrels, Song Xuan bowed and apologized to Qianshui.

"Oh, it's my fault. I forgot the most important thing in such an occasion!" Qianshui also hurried down the stairs.

When they thought it was time to eat and drink, a person who shouldn't have jumped out from a corner.

"Prince Xuexing?" Qianshui flipped through his memory.

He almost forgot the existence of this person. After the war, he seemed to have been transferred to the front line to be in charge of logistics.

Now that the war is over and he has returned to Tiandou City, his status as a clan member and his age as the oldest naturally make him the head of the clan.

At this moment, this old man who doesn't understand the situation is asking Song Xuan and Qian Mei for the condolence money.

"Xiao Song, Xiao Qian, I haven't been back for many years, but I can't do this big thing for Qinghe. Do you think this condolence money should be handed over to the royal family?" I don't know if it's because Qianshui gave a little too much, but not that much.

Although this is a lot of money, it has more symbolic significance than practical significance. Not many people care about a dead person.

Especially the people from various sects, they are more concerned about the face of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect and the rumored 100,000-year soul bone.

In addition, there is no one in Xue Qinghe's family. It seems that because of this, Xue Xing has an illusion that this should be the money that belongs to the royal family, and he even has a reason to say Ning Rongrong.

What's more, Ning Rongrong has gone out, leaving only two girls. This situation seems to be a particularly favorable opportunity for him to control Song Xuan and Qian Mei.

This happened suddenly, Song Xuan and Qian Mei were really at a loss, Xue Xing's words were really reasonable.

For a moment, the children didn't understand and didn't care much, but a group of teammates, including Feng Jingyi who was talking to Feng Bailong, the leader of their own Fengjian Sect, looked at Qian Shui. After all, if this thing is really to be given, it should be given to me.

Coincidentally, I was at the scene.

But I was even more helpless, he couldn't jump out and beat Xue Xing up, right?

Xue Luochuan, who was present, wanted to step forward to stop them, but was stopped by Xue Haizang, "Second brother, don't! After all, from the surface, even if our uncle succeeds, it's not a big sum of money. If we step forward, I'm afraid it will become a farce in such an occasion, and then my royal family will really lose face!"

Xue Luochuan thought about it and realized that it was true, so he didn't move, but just asked, "What should we do then?"

The only one who responded to him was Xue Haizang's hands. How could he know what to do for a while?

The best way is for Ning Rongrong to come back to stop it, or for Xue Beng, who has not yet arrived, to issue an imperial order, which would be more face-saving.

Once the two of them rushed up, they would not make sense and quarreled, and all the big guys would laugh at them.

For a while, when it came to choosing the lesser of two evils, the best choice was to sit back and watch, and Xue Xing would be the only one who would suffer in the quarrel.

Many times, villains are disgusting, and that's how you can't do anything about it.

However, after all, someone is still there, and he is more experienced in saying shameless.

"Prince, this is not good, right? The money should be given to His Royal Highness, right?" Song Xuan didn't want to give in, and they could see what Xue Xing wanted to do.

"Isn't the Royal Highness here? It's reasonable for me to keep it for my nephew!" As he said this, Xue Xing also glanced at Xue Luochuan and Xue Haizang who didn't move, and became even more unscrupulous.

As the wrinkles on Xue Xing's face became deeper, his smile became more and more rampant.

After all, in his eyes, his nephew, who had the best relationship with him, had the support of the Haotian Sect and became the king of the Tiandou Empire. With such power, it's not right for him to take something? What's more, he has a reason?

At this moment, Xue Xing's pupils trembled violently, almost shrinking to the size of a needle tip, and his throat let out a hissing roar, but he found that he couldn't move at all.