Chapter 639 Going to the Imperial Capital
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Mo Bi Mei Le Mo
half a month later.
Freshman, the last day of military training.
Jiang Lang said goodbye to several senior leaders of the school and did not bother to attend today's military training party. He took the high-speed train to Zhengzhou, Henan Province, and then took his private plane "Air Force One" to fly directly to the imperial capital.
Imperial City-International Airport.
In the airport where people are coming and going, there is something slightly different.
Both inside and outside the airport, there are several more groups of police patrolling, and there are even special police cars parked directly at the entrance and exit of the airport.
At the same time, all security check channels at the airport have been opened in order to pass the security check as quickly as possible.
You know, generally only on holidays, when the flow of people is particularly large, will all security check channels be opened.
There were also hundreds of men in black uniforms hidden in the crowd.
They were scattered in every corner, staring at every corner with serious eyes.
Ordinary people didn't notice anything was wrong. Only some well-informed people in high positions knew it.
The richest man has returned to the imperial capital.
Moreover, this time I came back specifically to stand up for one person.
Jiang Lang wore a mask and slowly walked out of the airport along with the flow of people.
Around him, Ace Shield bodyguards were also hiding in the crowd, following him out of the airport.
After getting into a Rolls-Royce Phantom parked on the side of the road, Jiang Lang breathed a sigh of relief and took off his mask.
Turning to look at Zhang Wanru sitting next to him, Jiang Lang raised a smile on his lips.
"Wait a long time?"
"No~" Zhang Wanru shook her head and said softly.
Paused.
She raised her eyes to look at him and asked, "Should we go to Zhang's house first or..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Jiang Lang: "Go see your mother first."
The main purpose of accompanying Zhang Wanru to the Imperial Capital was to pay homage to her mother who had passed away many years ago.
If we go to Zhang's house first, there will be a lot of wrangling.
Moreover, Zhang Wanru is not very interested in taking over the Zhang family.
Jiang Lang could still tell which one was light and which was serious.
There was an obvious smile on Zhang Wanru's face, and she nodded lightly: "Okay."
The car started and slowly disappeared down the street.
The suburbs of the imperial capital - Yulin Cemetery.
This is a private cemetery, very grandly built, with rockeries, pavilions and pavilions, and greenery everywhere, a bit like an imperial mausoleum.
When Jiang Lang heard it for the first time, he was stunned for a moment. It was the first time he heard that the cemetery was private.
"Crash~"
I don't know when, it suddenly started drizzling.
The sky looked gray, and the rain drifted here and there, wetting the entire land.
At the very back of the cemetery, there is a beautifully built tomb. However, this tomb is a bit desolate and old. It seems that no one has taken care of it for a long time. There are a lot of weeds nearby that have grown out of the gaps.
The rainwater slowly flowed down the tombstone and wetted the surrounding land.
Zhang Wanru didn't realize it. She knelt on her knees and looked at the tombstone with empty eyes. She stiffly raised her hand and added one piece of yellow paper to the brazier.
Jiang Lang held an umbrella in his hand and stood beside Zhang Wanru, looking up at the tombstone in front of him.
There are many inscriptions written on the tombstone.
What is the name, date of birth and death, identity, deeds, words of remembrance, etc...
Jiang Lang was not interested in these. He looked at the photos on the tombstone, and a trace of thought flashed between his eyebrows.
In the early years, there were no photos of tombstones. Painting technology was not developed at that time. After many people died, descendants could not remember their appearance. Especially the descendants who had never met them had a very vague impression of them.
But later, with the development of science and technology, the craftsmanship of stone carvings has been greatly developed, and it is not too difficult to carve photos on tombstones.
The woman on the tombstone is very beautiful, somewhat similar to Zhang Wanru, but her temperament is much more gentle.
This person is Zhang Wanru's mother.
Zhang Wanru used to be this kind of gentle and ladylike person.
However, in the past few years, with the other party taking charge of Shenlong Technology Company, there have been many business battles, large and small. She has long lost the gentle temperament of the Jiangnan water town she had at the beginning, and has instead turned into a strong woman who is somewhat vigorous and resolute.
Only in private can you see a bit of what it was like before.
Jiang Lang sighed quietly and turned to look around at the densely falling rain.
After hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help but remind him: "Wanru! The rain is getting heavier and heavier. Let's go back."
He is strong and strong, so it doesn't matter if he gets wet in the rain.
But Zhang Wanru's body is not like his. It would be bad if she catches a cold.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Wanru took a deep breath, stood up, and watched the yellow paper in the brazier gradually burn out.
Then he turned his head, looked at Jiang Lang, and nodded slightly: "Let's go."
night.
Imperial City - Xicheng District - Style Pedestrian Street.
Jiang Lang and Zhang Wanru, after eating outside, led Zhang Wanru to the Jiang family compound.
He planned to rest in the Jiang family compound tonight.
As soon as Zhang Wanru came in, she was surprised by the scenery in the courtyard.
There was a bit of surprise on her face, which washed away the sadness between her brows.
"This is the legendary Jiang Family Courtyard. It doesn't look as bad as others said! It's quite well decorated."
Jiang Lang explained: "It turned out to be quite poor. What you see now is that it has been renovated."
After saying that, he looked ahead and nodded slightly, with a trace of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.
This place is no longer as desolate as when Jiang Lang first saw it.
During his years in Myanmar, Zhang Shulong has been following his instructions to re-plan and renovate the entire scenic pedestrian street.
The Jiang Family Courtyard, located at the innermost part of the Scenic Pedestrian Street, is naturally the top priority.
The courtyard is lined with green trees, fragrant flowers, rockeries, pavilions and pavilions. Although the entire courtyard is in the traditional style of ancient China, it has strong but lively tones, making it appear unrestrained and grand.
Several hired servants were still in the yard, cleaning.
The yellowish lights made the whole yard look a little warm.
After thinking about it, Jiang Lang turned to look at Lei Dong behind him and ordered: "We will rest in the Jiang Family Courtyard tonight.
It's up to you to decide. Anyway, there are many rooms in the compound.
In short, safety must be done well. "
Lei Dong nodded and went down to arrange the manpower.
It's nothing more than, which ones are on duty tonight, which ones are on duty, and which ones are taking a break, to check for potential safety hazards in the yard, etc...
Jiang Lang was not interested in these.
Taking Zhang Wanru with him, he walked to the backyard. After arranging Zhang Wanru's room, Jiang Lang went directly to the innermost sacrificial hall of the compound.
After his father Jiang Lijun knew that Jiang Lang was going to the imperial capital, he told Jiang Lang to remember to pay homage to his ancestors when the time came.
Jiang Lang naturally agreed to such a small request, which is why Jiang Lang brought people to the Jiang family compound today.
Opening the door and turning on the lights, Jiang Lang saw the scene in the sacrificial hall.
Looking at the entire wall filled with memorial tablets, Jiang Lang shuddered inexplicably.
It's almost midnight, and I came to the sacrificial hall to pay homage to my ancestors.
is not it...
There's something wrong!
Freshman, the last day of military training.
Jiang Lang said goodbye to several senior leaders of the school and did not bother to attend today's military training party. He took the high-speed train to Zhengzhou, Henan Province, and then took his private plane "Air Force One" to fly directly to the imperial capital.
Imperial City-International Airport.
In the airport where people are coming and going, there is something slightly different.
Both inside and outside the airport, there are several more groups of police patrolling, and there are even special police cars parked directly at the entrance and exit of the airport.
At the same time, all security check channels at the airport have been opened in order to pass the security check as quickly as possible.
You know, generally only on holidays, when the flow of people is particularly large, will all security check channels be opened.
There were also hundreds of men in black uniforms hidden in the crowd.
They were scattered in every corner, staring at every corner with serious eyes.
Ordinary people didn't notice anything was wrong. Only some well-informed people in high positions knew it.
The richest man has returned to the imperial capital.
Moreover, this time I came back specifically to stand up for one person.
Jiang Lang wore a mask and slowly walked out of the airport along with the flow of people.
Around him, Ace Shield bodyguards were also hiding in the crowd, following him out of the airport.
After getting into a Rolls-Royce Phantom parked on the side of the road, Jiang Lang breathed a sigh of relief and took off his mask.
Turning to look at Zhang Wanru sitting next to him, Jiang Lang raised a smile on his lips.
"Wait a long time?"
"No~" Zhang Wanru shook her head and said softly.
Paused.
She raised her eyes to look at him and asked, "Should we go to Zhang's house first or..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Jiang Lang: "Go see your mother first."
The main purpose of accompanying Zhang Wanru to the Imperial Capital was to pay homage to her mother who had passed away many years ago.
If we go to Zhang's house first, there will be a lot of wrangling.
Moreover, Zhang Wanru is not very interested in taking over the Zhang family.
Jiang Lang could still tell which one was light and which was serious.
There was an obvious smile on Zhang Wanru's face, and she nodded lightly: "Okay."
The car started and slowly disappeared down the street.
The suburbs of the imperial capital - Yulin Cemetery.
This is a private cemetery, very grandly built, with rockeries, pavilions and pavilions, and greenery everywhere, a bit like an imperial mausoleum.
When Jiang Lang heard it for the first time, he was stunned for a moment. It was the first time he heard that the cemetery was private.
"Crash~"
I don't know when, it suddenly started drizzling.
The sky looked gray, and the rain drifted here and there, wetting the entire land.
At the very back of the cemetery, there is a beautifully built tomb. However, this tomb is a bit desolate and old. It seems that no one has taken care of it for a long time. There are a lot of weeds nearby that have grown out of the gaps.
The rainwater slowly flowed down the tombstone and wetted the surrounding land.
Zhang Wanru didn't realize it. She knelt on her knees and looked at the tombstone with empty eyes. She stiffly raised her hand and added one piece of yellow paper to the brazier.
Jiang Lang held an umbrella in his hand and stood beside Zhang Wanru, looking up at the tombstone in front of him.
There are many inscriptions written on the tombstone.
What is the name, date of birth and death, identity, deeds, words of remembrance, etc...
Jiang Lang was not interested in these. He looked at the photos on the tombstone, and a trace of thought flashed between his eyebrows.
In the early years, there were no photos of tombstones. Painting technology was not developed at that time. After many people died, descendants could not remember their appearance. Especially the descendants who had never met them had a very vague impression of them.
But later, with the development of science and technology, the craftsmanship of stone carvings has been greatly developed, and it is not too difficult to carve photos on tombstones.
The woman on the tombstone is very beautiful, somewhat similar to Zhang Wanru, but her temperament is much more gentle.
This person is Zhang Wanru's mother.
Zhang Wanru used to be this kind of gentle and ladylike person.
However, in the past few years, with the other party taking charge of Shenlong Technology Company, there have been many business battles, large and small. She has long lost the gentle temperament of the Jiangnan water town she had at the beginning, and has instead turned into a strong woman who is somewhat vigorous and resolute.
Only in private can you see a bit of what it was like before.
Jiang Lang sighed quietly and turned to look around at the densely falling rain.
After hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help but remind him: "Wanru! The rain is getting heavier and heavier. Let's go back."
He is strong and strong, so it doesn't matter if he gets wet in the rain.
But Zhang Wanru's body is not like his. It would be bad if she catches a cold.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Wanru took a deep breath, stood up, and watched the yellow paper in the brazier gradually burn out.
Then he turned his head, looked at Jiang Lang, and nodded slightly: "Let's go."
night.
Imperial City - Xicheng District - Style Pedestrian Street.
Jiang Lang and Zhang Wanru, after eating outside, led Zhang Wanru to the Jiang family compound.
He planned to rest in the Jiang family compound tonight.
As soon as Zhang Wanru came in, she was surprised by the scenery in the courtyard.
There was a bit of surprise on her face, which washed away the sadness between her brows.
"This is the legendary Jiang Family Courtyard. It doesn't look as bad as others said! It's quite well decorated."
Jiang Lang explained: "It turned out to be quite poor. What you see now is that it has been renovated."
After saying that, he looked ahead and nodded slightly, with a trace of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.
This place is no longer as desolate as when Jiang Lang first saw it.
During his years in Myanmar, Zhang Shulong has been following his instructions to re-plan and renovate the entire scenic pedestrian street.
The Jiang Family Courtyard, located at the innermost part of the Scenic Pedestrian Street, is naturally the top priority.
The courtyard is lined with green trees, fragrant flowers, rockeries, pavilions and pavilions. Although the entire courtyard is in the traditional style of ancient China, it has strong but lively tones, making it appear unrestrained and grand.
Several hired servants were still in the yard, cleaning.
The yellowish lights made the whole yard look a little warm.
After thinking about it, Jiang Lang turned to look at Lei Dong behind him and ordered: "We will rest in the Jiang Family Courtyard tonight.
It's up to you to decide. Anyway, there are many rooms in the compound.
In short, safety must be done well. "
Lei Dong nodded and went down to arrange the manpower.
It's nothing more than, which ones are on duty tonight, which ones are on duty, and which ones are taking a break, to check for potential safety hazards in the yard, etc...
Jiang Lang was not interested in these.
Taking Zhang Wanru with him, he walked to the backyard. After arranging Zhang Wanru's room, Jiang Lang went directly to the innermost sacrificial hall of the compound.
After his father Jiang Lijun knew that Jiang Lang was going to the imperial capital, he told Jiang Lang to remember to pay homage to his ancestors when the time came.
Jiang Lang naturally agreed to such a small request, which is why Jiang Lang brought people to the Jiang family compound today.
Opening the door and turning on the lights, Jiang Lang saw the scene in the sacrificial hall.
Looking at the entire wall filled with memorial tablets, Jiang Lang shuddered inexplicably.
It's almost midnight, and I came to the sacrificial hall to pay homage to my ancestors.
is not it...
There's something wrong!
