The Group Pet Sister Became the Petite Bag of the Powerful Minister - Chapter 793

   Chapter 793 She has been lonely for a hundred years, he has been alone and patiently guarding her 9

   Song Zhao, who was outside the world, stared blankly at this scene through the blood mist.

   Tears filled my eyes without knowing when.

   After a hundred years, she had long forgotten the heart-wrenching emotions of her previous life.

   But seeing Si Yu, who was crying in despair because of her passing, was heartbroken.

   She wanted to hug the man who was crying like a child.

   She was really distressed.

  But that was an illusory past, and her hand couldn’t touch him anyway.

  Siyu calmed down and his eyes were so calm that he could not see sadness.

   He moved his arms, wrapped his hands around Song Zhao’s legs and bent his back, hugged her hard, lowered his head and kissed her cold lips,

   “If you don’t speak, my brother will take it as your promise.”

  …

   Next day.

  Qi Dan and the Gu family were hanged for defilement of the loyal and good generals of the Song family, and the heads cut by Qi Dan were hung on the city wall with great publicity.

  Siyu overturned the case for the Song family, reinvigorated the Song family, and built tombs for every soul of the Song family who died, causing the whole city to cry and repent.

   They went to the Song family’s tomb to offer incense to apologize, and the history books rewritten the loyal and good people of the Song family, which will live on forever.

  Siyu stood on top of the city wall, with a large cloak covering Song Zhao’s gradually festering body in his arms, “How is it, Ah Zhao, are you happy?”

He stroked Song Zhao’s pale face with his palm and smiled softly, “Qi Dan is dead, Gu Jiaquan is dead, everyone who harmed your Song family is dead, no one can slander the Song family’s full family, this king is dead. Avenged for you.”

   His eyes suddenly had some anticipation, staring at Song Zhao, as if thinking that a miracle would happen in the next instant, Song Zhao would laugh happily.

  The palace servants and eunuchs around were already trembling with fright and did not dare to look at their majesty.

   The smell of rotting corpses in the air was pungent and eerie.

   But their majesty, it seems that he can’t feel anything.

   “Someone.” Si Yu suddenly said.

  The palace staff stepped forward tremblingly.

  Siyu stroked Song Zhao’s face and said in a low voice, “This king has already wiped her face many times, why is there more bruises on her face?”

  The palace servant thumped and knelt on the ground, not daring to speak.

  Siyu’s tyrannical aura soared, and bloodthirsty slaughter rushed into his bloodline.

   His temper is always bad.

  When Song Zhao was here, he was afraid that she would have a bad impression of him, so he always endured it and tried his best not to touch blood.

   But Song Zhao is gone.

  Siyu’s suppressed demons were released, and if they disagreed, they would kill people.

   The world fears him.

  Di Ru appeared in time before Si Yu started, and reminded bravely, “Your Majesty, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and Second Lady Song will soon be completely decomposed. My subordinates suggest that you still put Second Lady Song into the grave.”

   into the grave.

  Which grave?

   When she was born, she did not belong to him. Now that the man is gone, he must leave him.

  Siyu didn’t speak.

   He held Song Zhao sculpturally and stood for a long time, until night fell, exhaustion hit, and everything was silent-

  The eyelids gradually became heavier, the man slowly buried his head in the neck of the woman, his voice was hoarse and helpless,

   “How can I keep you, why is it so difficult, I really have no choice.”

  *

  Siyu had Song Zhao cremated on a sunny afternoon.

   He stood outside the fire, his face was a death calmer than stagnant water.

  The palace staff put Song Zhao’s ashes into a brocade box and handed it over to Si Yu.

   “I know, you love cleanliness the most, and you probably don’t like others smelling your rotten smell. You know, I can’t force you.”

   He stroked the brocade box and pressed it against his cheek.

   In his life, the little girl with bright eyes and bright teeth has become such a small box?

  Siyu’s heart, from now on, is just a mechanical beating tool.

   The next one is more knife.

   was my inspiration for this book.

   (end of this chapter)