Xiao Ling cried so much that he couldn't stop. She held the piece of paper tightly in her hand, and her emotions couldn't stop spurting out, and there was no other outlet except tears, which made Xiao feel the emptiness of her whole body. She was already thin, and after she became pregnant, she was a picky eater, and her body became thinner and weaker. She cried and cried, and then she felt that she could not support her body and spread out on the bed.

"Why, is it true。。。。。。"

Xiao Ling herself can't tell whether her tears now are because of the truth of the matter or because of Xiao Ziya's departure; is it because he hides it from himself, or because Qingruo is his mother; Or a combination of these. Xiao Ling's strength was not able to support such a large-scale output of hers, and she soon fell asleep due to physical exhaustion. By the time someone spotted her, it was already two hours later.

"Madame, wake up, ma'am, it's time."

Recently, he seemed to have fallen asleep for a long time, and Xiao Ling saw many faces when he woke up again, including Ms. Ou, Zhang Yuchen, and Cui Naiwen, who had just been scolded by himself. It was the housekeeper who came to wake Xiao Ling up, and he was sent out to complete the work, because the ladies felt that Xiao Ling's current state was not normal.

Seeing them, Xiao Ling didn't feel ashamed of himself. She was just nervous about the note she was clutching tightly in her hand, and she felt like it was in her pocket when she saw that it was about to be crushed by herself.

"What time is it?" Xiao Ling pretended that nothing had happened, and asked the housekeeper calmly.

The housekeeper was already so anxious that his eyebrows burned, but he still pretended to be low-profile: "Madam, it's already ten o'clock." The mourning ceremony was over, and the funeral was carried out in the city. ”

The butler and the rest of the group were worried about whether saying these words would irritate Xiao Ling, but Xiao Ling just pinched the note in his pocket and let out a long breath.

"Let's go."

Because Xiao Ziya has no children yet, according to the customs of the capital and the traditions of the Xiao family, Xiao Ling, as Xiao Ziya's only wife, undertook the work of the funeral ceremony. The purpose of the book capital, where everyone and the funeral procession arrived outside the city in flying mechs, was specially set up for men and women of advanced genetic rank. When Xiao Ling first knew the purpose of this place, he also mocked fiercely.

However, when he really walked in from the gate of the cemetery with Xiao Ziya's ashes and portrait, Xiao Ling's heart was very peaceful, this place is very good, and Xiao Ziya will be very good here.

That's good.

The location of the Xiao family is almost in the center of the cemetery, and the road from the door is not particularly far. But Xiao Ling walked very slowly, on the one hand, because of her physical state, and on the other hand, she didn't want to let go of Xiao Ziya soon.

When they were halfway there, they saw a group of people in the middle of the road, blocking their way.

Xiao Ling raised his eyelids and saw that it was someone from the Huang family.

"General Huang ordered us to wait here, ready to give General Xiao a ride." The three big men headed by the big man stood in front of him, shouting from afar, holding a handful of white silk in his hand, wanting to dedicate it to Xiao Ziya.

The housekeeper was really anxious this time, and kept saying in Xiao Ling's ear: "Madam, time waits for no one." After twelve o'clock, the time passed. ”

Xiao Ling turned his head and looked in the direction of Zhang Yuchen.

"There you go."

Zhang Yuchen was stunned for a moment, and then ignored their previous short-term unpleasantness, pulled out the laser cannon and rushed in the direction of the Huang family. Zhang Yuchen took out a gun while running, and went in the direction of those people of the Huang family, and the first shot was fired on the flagpole of the Huang family mansion they were standing next to.

"Go back and tell your master, wash your neck at home, wait!"

Zhang Yuchen's figure is much taller and stronger than Xiao Ling's, and this kind of old-fashioned words seem to be particularly convincing after her righteous face and mouth come out, as if they suppressed those people. However, Huang Guanzhong's order was still in his ears, and everyone didn't dare to move away like this, still stalemate in front of the funeral procession, looking at each other.

Xiao Ling held the portrait and the urn and waited for three seconds, and then he had reached the limit. How could she endure Xiao Ziya's burial time exceeding that of Liangchen Ji, everyone had already seen the purple light emanating from her body from behind her, and it was about to erupt from her body in minutes, and she was about to make a move.

At this point, Ms. Ou took a step forward, blocking the front of Xiao Ling, who was about to make a move, and waved lightly at those Huang family thugs, and they moved away from the middle to both sides like a gust of wind. Without saying a word, Ms. Ou withdrew her hand and returned to the group.

Xiao Ling still looked ahead, staring straight without saying a word, holding his hands flat, and walking towards the middle of the cemetery step by step. The cemetery of the Xiao family is a separate enclosed place, from the periphery to the middle, from the oldest to the last person to die. Xiao Ziya's place has been prepared, and in the middle of the Xiao family cemetery, there is a tomb made of white patterned marble, divided into left and right sides. The one on the left is empty, with a snow-white silk ribbon already laid out, just waiting for the urn to be buried. And the place on the right should be the place where the tomb is buried, it has been sealed, and the name of Zhang Wanyu is written on the tombstone.

Xiao Ling's throat tightened, trying not to look at the tombstone on the right, and focused on following the instructions of the housekeeper, after burying Xiao Ziya's ashes, the housekeeper was responsible for sealing. In this process, Xiao Ling gradually became a little fugue, imagining that Xiao Ziya would have to live alone in this cold and cold place in the future, would his soul also feel lonely? Xiao Ziya is originally a person who likes quietness, maybe he likes it very much, and Zhang Wanyu is accompanied by him。。。。。

"Woooooooooo

The crying in reality startled Xiao Ling, and she turned around to find the source of the cry, which was Cui Naiwen.

She covered her mouth, and her uncontrollable cries leaked from between her fingers, looking so helpless and sad.

Xiao Ling was a little self-deprecating, but she, a genuine lady, didn't shed a single tear, isn't it too incompetent. Maybe she cried too much just now and exhausted her strength, but now she really didn't have any tears at all. Until the end of the Zhenchang ceremony, Xiao Ling's whole person was faint, and there was no emotion between his eyebrows and eyes, and everyone was talking.

After the whole ceremony was over, Xiao Ling walked out with everyone. Coming out of the Xiao family cemetery is the most central place of the entire cemetery, which is the most core family in the entire capital. Xiao Ling saw a big "Ling" character.