Chapter 791 During Her Lonely Hundred Years, He Has Been Guarding Her Lonely and Patiently 7

In Si Yu's mind, Song Zhaoming's beautiful voice and smile seemed to be right in front of his eyes.

How could it have turned into a handful of cold loess in front of my eyes?

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, there was heavy snow.

The pouring snowflakes were wrapped in crushed ice and fell, piling up a thick layer of snow on the ground.

His body trembled uncontrollably, his blood and bone marrow were all frozen in ice and snow.

Surrounded by sergeants kneeling on the ground.

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

That is their king, leading them into battle to kill the enemy, the king who can make no blade of grass grow and wither everywhere they pass, an invincible king.

He is a god of war born noble.

He is not afraid of anything.

A sharp knife pierced his ribs, and artillery fire crushed his flesh and blood.

But he can still ride the dust and let the world become his possession.

But in front of the beloved woman's tomb less than one foot away, he lost the courage to take a step forward.

Only the capable confidant Di Zi dared to come forward to comfort him, "Please mourn your Majesty and take care of your health."

Having said that, Di Zi knew that it was impossible for Si Yu to mourn.

How can it be possible to mourn?

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

Every year, there is a palace banquet, at the Red Lane of Gongliu.

On a very 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, and walked hard on the snow, carefully peeping.

The master's life is difficult, and every time he is frustrated, he will always take a peek at the daughter of the Song family.

Like that glance, it can bring a spring to his lackluster and hopeless life.

The master loves cleanliness and has a serious obsession with cleanliness. But like a beggar, picking up food and things that the daughter of the Song family does not want, and secretly storing them away.

The master's wish since childhood was to take back his throne.

He bears the burden of humiliation and keeps a low profile.

But just because the little girl of the Song family was standing 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 confront him for other men.

So he suppressed his hatred, and watched helplessly as others took over.

Di Zi was dissatisfied with this, and complained that the little girl of the Song family was a disaster.

The master was silent for a long time in the middle of the night, like a loser licking his wounds, whispering softly, "How can the throne be compared with Ah Zhao.

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

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

As long as Si Yu thinks about it.

He has ten thousand ways to seize the throne and take Song Zhao for himself.

But he knew that Song Zhao didn't like him, and looked down on him as a bad breed who wanted to usurp the throne.

He wants her to be happy.

Si Yu didn't put on the faded armor until Qi Dan started to murder the Song family. Restarted the seizing position.

He wants to protect her.

But it was still too late.

Si Yu closed his eyes in pain, every sound of breathing hurt his body so much that he couldn't stand up.

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

Seeing this, Di Zi hurriedly stopped, "Your Majesty, this subordinate has confirmed that Miss Song Er is really dead, please let her rest in peace."

Si Yu seemed to have never heard of it.

He stubbornly paved the tomb, snowflakes piled up thickly on the tomb, and his fingers were frozen and chapped by the cold temperature.

But he didn't stop.

He couldn't believe that Song Zhao was dead.

How could she die?

That was the girl he tried his best, put all his eggs in one basket, and wanted to protect.

Di Zi couldn't stop Si Yu, so he had to ask everyone to dig for Si Yu together.

Si Yu sternly repelled everyone.

With red eyes, like a beast that has lost its armor and is covered in wounds, it uses its remaining half life to protect his whole world.

Forgive me for the two-hour speed in one chapter.