Chapter 793 During Her Lonely Hundred Years, He Has Been Guarding Her Lonely and Patiently 9

Song Zhao, who was not in this world, stared blankly at this scene through the blood mist.

Tears do not know when, filled the eyes, sobbing choked up.

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

But when he saw Si Yu who was crying in despair because of her passing, his heart was torn.

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

She is really distressed.

But that was an illusory past, and her hands could never touch him no matter what.

Si Yu calmed down, his brows and eyes were so calm that no sadness could be seen.

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

"If you don't speak, brother will take it as your agreement."

...

the next day.

Qi Dan and the Gu family were hanged for insulting the Song family's loyal and good generals, and Qi Dan's severed head was hung on the city wall in a big way.

Si Yu overturned the case for the Song family, revived the Song family, built tombs and erected monuments for every soul of the Song family who died, and caused the whole city to cry and repent.

They went to the grave of the Song family to offer incense and apologize, and the history books rewritten that the Song family was full of loyalty and goodness, and they will live forever.

Si Yu stood on the city wall, with a wide cloak covering Song Zhao's festering corpse 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, the Gu family is dead, and everyone in your Song family is dead. No one will be able to slander the Song family in the future. revenge for you."

His eyes suddenly looked expectant, and he stared at Song Zhao firmly, as if he felt that a miracle would happen in the next moment, and Song Zhao would laugh happily.

The palace eunuchs around were already trembling with fright, not daring to look at their majesty.

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

But their Majesty seemed to feel nothing.

"Come on." Si Yu said suddenly.

The palace people stepped forward tremblingly.

Si Yu caressed Song Zhao's face, and said in a cold voice, "This king has wiped her face many times, why are there more and more bruises on her face?"

The palace man knelt on the ground with a plop, not daring to speak.

The tyrannical aura around Si Yu soared, and bloodthirsty killing rushed into his blood.

He is always in a bad temper.

In the past, when Song Zhao was here, he was afraid that she would not have a good impression of him, so he always endured it and tried not to get blood.

But Song Zhao is gone.

The demon in Si Yu's suppressed heart was released, and if he disagreed with him, he would kill someone.

The world fears him.

Di Zi appeared in time before Si Yu started, and reminded, "Your Majesty, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the second girl Song will soon completely rot. I suggest that you put the second girl Song in the grave."

into the grave.

Where to enter the grave?

When she was born, she didn't belong to him. Now that he is gone, he has to leave him.

Si Yu didn't speak.

He stood holding Song Zhao like a sculpture for a long time, until night fell, exhaustion struck, and everything was silent-

His eyelids gradually became heavier, and the man slowly buried his head in the woman's neck, his voice was hoarse and helpless,

"How can I keep you, how can it be so difficult, I really have no choice."

*

On a sunny afternoon, Si Yu had Song Zhao cremated.

He stood outside the fire scene, with a face that was calmer than stagnant water.

The palace servants put Song Zhao's ashes into a brocade box and handed it to Si Yu.

"I know that you like to be clean the most. It should be because you don't like others to smell your rotten smell. You know, I can't force you."

He stroked the brocade box and stuck it on his cheek.

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

From then on, Si Yu's heart was just a mechanical beating tool.

The next one is more knife.

It was my source of inspiration when conceiving this book.