Monarch of Evernight: Three thousand and twenty-seven days

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The Song family heard that the mountain gate of the manor was busy with traffic and people. Mrs. Anguo had many admirers in the empire when she was young. Many of them later became powerful figures, and their influence has always maintained good relations with the Song clan. Mrs. An Guogong's life was legendary, especially in her twilight years. She supported the Song Dynasty with her own strength and worked hard to seek change. Her methods were lenient and gentle, and she showed great wisdom, which earned her the respect of everyone.

In recent years, as Zhang Boqian has been promoted to the throne of heaven with extremely strong posture, the Song Dynasty has been in a state of turmoil. It is really admirable for Mrs. Anguo to support herself under such circumstances. Even Zhang Boqian had hinted, intentionally or unintentionally, that as long as Mrs. An Guogong was still there, he had no intention of dismantling the Song Dynasty.

The Song Dynasty is rich but not powerful. It has many rare resources and started as a business. There are not many industries that truly rely on unique and advantageous technologies, so it is the best target for carving up.

But for an entity like Ningyuan Heavy Industry, which has technological advantages and whose success or failure depends on Song Zining, it is difficult to take action. Even if Ningyuan Heavy Industries is snatched away, if Song Zining lets it go, Ningyuan Heavy Industries will turn from a cornucopia into a gold sales den. What's the use of snatching it?

Resources are different. To put it bluntly, what kind of technical content can mining have? Just send some slaves to dig. It doesn't matter if they die. Most of the gaps in mineral mining technology can be filled with human lives. So the mine owners just sit there and collect money, and real money comes easily.

Song Clan is rich in oil and water and easy to digest. Who doesn’t want to insert a few knives into it? Even those allies who support her may not be completely unmoved in the face of such interests.

It is precisely because the old lady has persevered all the way, surrounded by a pack of wolves, that she is even more respected. It's a pity that the Song Dynasty has no successors, and many of its descendants are dishonest, but they have no self-awareness. They all think that they have the talent to manage the world, sit on a large amount of resources, and can break the soil and ennoble them at any time. Little did they know that the windless and rainless sky above their heads was sheltered by Mrs. An Guo.

Mrs. An Guo passed away, and celebrities from all over the empire gathered to pay their respects. Most of the powerful families sent people to come. Regardless of whether they were friends or foes in life, most people had respect for the old lady. And only those real enemies know how hard it was for the Song clan to achieve calm on the surface.

A prince, two princes and a princess came to the imperial family. Empress Li also sent her confidant, the chief steward, to come, which can be said to be a great deal of attention.

Among all the families, only the King of Qingyang, Zhang Boqian, said nothing and did not send anyone.

This actually shows quite a bit of respect. If it had been anyone else, King Qingyang would have already come to the door as soon as the white flags were raised at the Song family gate.

The mourning hall is located in the Lotus Heart Building, which was the old lady’s favorite place during her lifetime. This courtyard was originally quiet. Although it occupies a large area, there are not many buildings. There are not even many servants inside. How can it accommodate so many guests? Fortunately, there was nothing else in the Song family. It was just someone who had money. They threw down large baskets of gold coins and temporarily built many guest rooms. They crammed all the guests who were not the most important among the guests into them, and then they reluctantly stayed.

Suddenly, houses were built outside the courtyard and even half of the mountain, and they were barely settled.

According to imperial regulations, Mrs. Anguo will remain in mourning for seven or forty-nine days and then be buried. The first few days were the busiest, and it was not until seven days later, after the peak of foreign guests paying tribute, that the Song clan had time to sit down and discuss important matters.

At this time, the house in the courtyard was tense, and all the elders could only huddle in a side hall to discuss matters. Everyone was so tired that they were dizzy, but no one cared.

Song Zhongnian sat down as usual, glanced at everyone in the hall, and said: "Now the matter is urgent. We, the Song Dynasty, are in a precarious situation. If you have any thoughts, why don't you just say it directly? Come."

The next person said: "A snake can't survive without a head. When our ancestors were still alive, she always decided major issues in the clan. Now that our ancestors have passed away, the big thing in front of us is, of course, to choose a new head of the family to establish our Gaoling Song Dynasty. The new style of the family is to develop the family business to comfort the ancestors."

This is very interesting. After the ancestor passes away, will the valve owner be changed? Which valve family has such rules?

Song Zhongnian's eyelids twitched. He looked towards the speaker and saw that it was Song Xiuwen. This person has never had much background ability, but he likes to speak in the Presbyterian Church. The first one to jump out this time was obviously someone behind his back.

Song Zhongnian said slowly: "Before our ancestors passed away, they never said that they wanted to change the head of the family. Moreover, the head of the family was never chosen by the elders. Xiuwen, are you trying to get the Supreme Elder to be your leader?"

Song Xiuwen was really rude and said: "If Zhongnian you are willing to recommend me, I have been working for the Song clan for these years, and I have worked hard without any credit. It is still difficult for a supreme elder to do so."

Seeing that Song Xiuwen even omitted the verbal title of the clan leader, Song Zhongnian's face suddenly turned dark and he said coldly: "The Supreme Elder must have both moral integrity and talent. Xiuwen's word "virtue" has long been public opinion. As for the word "talent", You should know what your cultivation level is. If you go outside, I, the mighty Song clan elder, can't even beat a young man in his early twenties, which would be a joke!"

Song Xiuwen's face turned red, he slapped the table and stood up, saying angrily: "What do you mean? Stop showing off your authority as the head of the family! Tell me, which young man in his early twenties can beat me?" ”

"Zhao Jundu."

Song Xiuwen was suffocated. After a moment, his face was filled with blood, and he said: "Of course this doesn't count. He...how many resources does he have on him? If I had so many resources back then, maybe I wouldn't be among them. ”

These words made all the elders feel embarrassed. Zhao Jundu was invincible at the same level, which had long been recognized by the empire. Even if Song Xiuwen was at the same level as him and no matter how thick-skinned he was, he still wouldn't dare say he could fight Zhao Jundu. What's more, Song Xiuwen's cultivation level is even worse at this time.

As for geniuses who are created with resources, they are not geniuses at all. This is even more unreasonable for Song Xiuwen.

Song Zhongnian refused to let him go down the steps, and sneered: "There are many guests outside now, Xiu Wen. You might as well talk to them and ask them to comment."

Song Xiuwen was furious, "Song Zhongnian, what do you mean? If you want to target me, Song Xiuwen, just say it directly, don't beat around the bush like this!"

Song Zhongnian said calmly: "You alone are worthy of my targeting? With a person like you in the Presbyterian Church, I, the Song clan, would have been embarrassed a long time ago."

Song Xiuwen was about to say more, but Song Zhongnian suddenly shouted: "Sit down!"

A force of force rolled in, making Song Xiuwen dizzy. He slumped back in the chair, his blood and blood surged for a moment, and he was speechless.

After forcibly suppressing Song Xiuwen, Song Zhongnian looked at the elders and said coldly: "As long as I am still in the position of the head of the family, I have the authority to act. I will put the ugly words first. Who dares to rely on outsiders to judge?" If it’s your family’s idea, then I’ll remove that branch from the family tree!”

One sentence immediately stirred up a thousand waves, and many people shouted: "They are all of Song family blood, why do you want to get rid of them!"

"That is, can you remove the name and bloodline?"

Song Zhongnian and others made a fuss for a while, then Fang said: "It's not like you want to separate the family, why are you so excited?"

The few people who jumped out realized that they had made a mistake and sat down angrily.

Song Zhongnian said again: "It seems that many people want to change the head of the family?"

Most of the elders nodded.

Song Zhongnian felt discouraged for a moment and said slowly: "I know that I am not talented enough to cope with the current situation. I feel uneasy if I sit down in this position again. But..."

His eyes turned cold, he glanced at the many elders, and said: "If anyone wants to use the position of the head of the family to divide the Song clan, then don't blame me for being rude!"

After all, Song Zhongnian still retained his prestige, and the elders suddenly felt shocked and quietly put away many small abacus. It is even easier for the head of the empire, not only family affairs, but also national affairs. The empire may not interfere in the internal affairs of the family, but the inheritance of the title that symbolizes the head of the family must be reported to the imperial capital as a rule, and the imperial family approves the appointment.

If Song Zhongnian refused to voluntarily remove his title, it would be a difficult matter. It’s unlikely that Duke An Guo’s wife will be newly mourned, and the Song clan will follow the death of the clan leader, right? If all the elders here really had such bold and evil intentions, the Song clan would not be in such a mess.

Song Zhongnian saw that the elders finally calmed down a bit, and said: "Now that the clan is facing a crisis, it is time to work together as a team. Now that it is rare for Zining to come back, let him also participate in the discussion."

As soon as this statement came out, the reaction immediately became more intense.

"Hasn't Xiao Qi left the Song clan? Strictly speaking, he is no longer a member of the Song clan, right?"

Song Zhongnian glanced at the man and said, "Didn't you just say that even removing names from the family tree can't remove the blood connection?"

The elder was choked and was speechless. Another person said: "This kid Xiaoqi is good at everything, but he is too flirtatious and lustful and acts casually. After a few more years of experience, maybe he can become a success. Daqi, wouldn’t it be better to recruit him back then?”

This person had sinister intentions and bullied Song Zining, who was younger and had a reputation for being romantic.

Song Zhongnian said calmly: "You have two more concubines this year, and three more illegitimate children. Why don't you put this lustful word on someone else?"

"Zi Ning is young after all, and there is a gap in seniority. The elders are primarily virtuous and respected people, how can Zi Ning convince the public?"

The person who spoke was Song Zhongcheng. He was Song Zhongnian's brother. Song Zhongnian didn't want to be too harsh to make him step down, so he gave him a cold look. Song Zhongcheng's performance today was quite restrained. He looked at Song Zhongnian and said nothing. There was another elder yelling next to him.

There was a quarrel in the presbytery, but Song Zining knelt down in the mourning hall, facing the portrait of Mrs. An Guo, without saying a word.

A maid walked over lightly and said: "Seventh Young Master, you haven't eaten for three days. If you continue like this, your health will be bad. Why don't you go get something to eat?"

Song Zining waved his hand gently, indicating that it was not necessary.

The maid was a little anxious and said: "Even if our ancestors are still here, they will be heartbroken when they see you like this."

Song Zining looked up, his eyes a little dazed, and said softly: "Ah, our ancestor is no longer here..."

The maid suddenly became frightened and said: "Seventh Young Master, you, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine, I'm just thinking about the past and I'm a little distracted. You can go down and don't worry about me. I'll sit here for a few more days and it's time to leave."

The maid whispered, "You can't leave! Young Master doesn't know that many people are looking forward to you taking over as the head of the family!"

Song Zining sighed softly and simply said: "You don't understand."

The previous sentence was too much. The maid could not say any more, so she bit her lower lip and withdrew. At the entrance of the mourning hall, all the maids in front of Mrs. An Guo were standing guard. They were talking softly: "It has only been seven days, and there will be no one at night."

"That is, only the Seventh Young Master is guarding him. It seems that our ancestors did not hurt him in vain."

"Humph, those people are busy dividing their families, how can they have the time to grieve?"

"Shhh, keep your voice down and let people listen. You will probably get beaten!" In the past few days, the people in Lianxin Xiaozhu have a lot of things to do and a lot of troubles. These servants are inevitably yelled at and scolded, and the nobles have become temperamental. Some of them were pushed, kicked and beaten.

The maid's eyes suddenly turned red, "If our ancestors were still here, who would dare to do this to us?"

In the mourning hall, Song Zining still couldn't kneel down. He looked up at the portrait of Mrs. Anguo and said slowly: "Ancestor, you have foreseen today's situation, so you have left only a few words, right? Today's situation Song Vale, have you been disappointed to this extent? What do you want me to do, and what should I do?"

At this time, an attendant came over and said softly: "Seventh Young Master, the master of the house has ordered you to attend the meeting of elders."

"I want to keep vigil for my ancestors and I won't go anywhere."

The attendant did not expect that Song Zining would refuse, and he was immediately at a loss.