The Group Pet Sister Became the Petite Bag of the Powerful Minister - Chapter 791

   Chapter 791 She has been lonely for a hundred years, he has been alone and patiently guarding her 7

  Siyu’s mind seemed to be in front of Song Zhaoming’s beautiful voice and smile.

How did    turn into a cold loess in front of him?

   In the cold winter and twelfth lunar month, the snow is flying.

  The pouring snowflakes fell wrapped in crushed ice, accumulating a thick layer of snow on the ground.

   The body trembled uncontrollably, and everything from the blood to the bone marrow was frozen.

  The sergeant knelt all around.

   They couldn’t bear to look at the new king in battle armor.

   That was their king, who led them into battle to kill the enemy. Wherever they went, no grass could grow, and the land withered, and the king was invincible.

   He is a naturally noble **** of war.

   He is not afraid of anything.

   The sharp knife had pierced his ribs, and the gunfire had crushed his flesh and blood.

   But he can still be the best, and let the world become his possession.

   But in front of the tomb of the beloved woman less than a foot away, he did not have the courage to take a step forward.

   Only the capable confidant, Di Ru, dared to step forward to comfort him, “Please, Your Majesty, mourn and take care of your health.”

   Having said that, Di Ruo knew that Si Yu could not mourn.

   How could it be possible to mourn?

   He has been with Si Yu since he was a child, and he has witnessed the chance encounters that his master has deliberately made for Song Zhao time and time again.

  An annual palace banquet is held at Gongliuhong Lane.

   On a cold day, the Ministry of Internal Affairs deliberately did not distribute winter shoes to the master.

   In order to see the little girl of the Song family, the master only wore a pair of thin socks, walked **** the snow, and peeped carefully.

  The life of the master was difficult, and whenever he was frustrated and decadent, he would always take a peek at the little girl of the Song family.

   Like that look, it can bring a spring to his life of despair and lack of hope.

  The master loves cleanliness and is obsessed with cleanliness. But like a beggar, he picks up things and food that the little girl of the Song family doesn’t want, and secretly collects them.

  The wish of the master since he was a child was to regain the throne that belonged to him.

  He endured humiliation and burdened, and kept a low profile.

   But just because the little girl of the Song family stood in line with the crown prince, he didn’t want to be hostile to the little girl of the Song family, and he didn’t want the little girl of the Song family to meet him **** for tat for other men.

   So he suppressed the hatred and looked at others helplessly.

  Di Ru was dissatisfied with this, complaining that the little girl of the Song family had a bad face.

  The master was silent for a long time in the middle of the night, like licking the loser who was healed, and whispered softly, “How can the throne be compared to Ah Zhao.

   If this king gets the throne, she will not be happy. “

   What kind of love can turn a decisive, cold-hearted person into a cowardly person who has no principle and gives back repeatedly.

   As long as Siyu thinks.

   He has 10,000 ways to seize the throne and take Song Zhao to himself.

   But he knew that Song Zhao didn’t like him and looked down on him as a bad seed who was trying to usurp the throne.

   He wanted her to be happy.

  Si Yu didn’t put on the armor that he had taken off until Qi Tan started to murder the Song family. Re-opened to seize the seat.

  He wants to protect her.

   But it was still too late.

  Siyu closed his eyes in pain, and every sound of breathing caused his body to be crushed, unable to stand up.

   He crawled on his knees to Song Zhao’s tomb, digging the soil with his hands.

   Di Ru hurriedly stopped her, “Your Majesty, your subordinates have confirmed that Second Lady Song really died, please let her rest in peace.”

  Siyu seemed unheard of.

  He was stubbornly digging the grave bag, the snowflakes were thickly piled on the grave, and the cold temperature froze his fingers.

   But he didn’t stop.

   He couldn’t believe Song Zhao was dead.

   How could she possibly die?

   That is the girl he tried his best to protect.

  Di Ruo couldn’t stop Siyu, so he had to ask everyone to dig for Siyu together.

  Siyu sternly repelled the crowd.

   With red eyes, like a beast who lost his armor and was wounded, he protected his whole world with his only half life.

   One chapter is two hours per hour, sorry.

   (end of this chapter)