"Che, I'm fine. How did you get out? Mu Zhiyu couldn't cry or laugh, he squatted here, rubbing her legs for her, what is this, she is now guarding her father's spirit.

The people who came and went to mourn recognized King Ling, and only glanced at it slightly, and then didn't dare to look at the picture over there, for fear that King Ling would be unhappy and split them all. Besides, what do the husband and wife do, can they manage it?

"Yu'er, you get up, I'll do it for you." Murong Lingche really couldn't stand it anymore, and if she knelt like this again, her knees would be swollen.

Mu Zhiyu's eyes were slightly moist, how could she not be moved if the dignified King Ling could say such things for her. Even she didn't really kneel here, how could Che be willing to bend her knees for Mu Ke. This qiē is just because he cares about her and feels sorry for her. And how could she let him bear this.

"Che, you go in. When the guests were gone, I was able to get up, but it didn't take long for me to be fine. Mu Zhiyu said, pecking lightly on his face, "If you are disobedient, I will ignore you in the future." ”

Murong Lingche felt light for the kiss she had just given, pinched her face, sighed lightly, and then got up helplessly.

Glancing back at the coffin, his dark eyes were as deep as Tan. If Mu Ke really loves his Yu'er as much as Mu Zefeng, then he will definitely recognize this father-in-law, and he will be filial to him like a son, and Yu'er has suffered so much before, all thanks to him. Yu'er was not his daughter, but now that she has done so, it can be regarded as the ultimate in benevolence and righteousness.

Seeing Murong Lingche walking towards the inner hall, Chu Muchen hurriedly lowered the curtain and flew back to his seat, seeing the scene just now, a pain flashed in his heart. Maybe he's really going to let go......

The door of the mourning hall ushered in Xuanhong's father and son, and Mu Zefeng bowed respectfully to Xuanhong, "Uncle Xuan." ”

Xuan Hong raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said slowly, "The old man has been fighting with your father for half his life, but I didn't expect him to end up like this...... With you in the future, the Mu family will be able to carry forward again. ”

Xuan Hong said earnestly. Although he didn't have any good feelings for Mu Ke, he still admired Mu Zefeng. It's just that those who have been persistently pursuing Mu Ke in this life feel deeply helpless, what can compare to the harmony of the family. Children's happiness is important......

bowed in front of Mu Ke's spiritual seat, then glanced at Mu Zhiyu slightly, and sighed lightly, Mu Ke's pair of children are so good and pitiful. It's a pity. Mu Ke personally buried the purest and most beautiful flesh and blood family in the world.

"Uncle Xuan, my father has offended a lot before, and the younger generation apologizes to you here."

"Mu boy, let him go over the past......"

"Sister Yu, have you been kneeling here, are you tired?" Xuan Ruojue squatted next to Mu Zhiyu, looking at her with a frown, she was very worried about whether Sister Yu's delicate body could withstand it.

Mu Zhiyu smiled at her, "Jue'er." Sister Yu, do I look so weak and can't help it? ”

"I just can't understand why you kneel here to keep a watch for him, he didn't do half of his fatherly responsibilities to you."

Xuan Ruojue frowned, if this Mu Ke was half as good to Sister Yu as the old man of her family, she would not say these words in front of his coffin, but the reality is that he has no qualifications to compare with the old man of her family.

"Jue'er, Hugh is talking nonsense......" Xuan Hong reprimanded Xuan Ruojue helplessly, this kid, he didn't speak lightly or heavily, and he didn't look at what kind of occasion this was. That's nonsense here.

After a few more words with Mu Zefeng, he turned back to the two brothers and sisters and said, "Trace, Jue'er." Let's go back first. ”

"Sister Yu, then I'll come to see you another day." Xuan Ruojue, who was dragged by Xuan Ruojian's arm, also turned around from time to time and waved at Mu Zhiyu and said.

Mu Zhiyu waved at her and smiled slightly, thinking that she might as well take her back with her when she returned to Ziling Country this time, lest Luo Keluo beat her again, such an innocent girl should not be drowned in the world.

It was close to evening. The people who came to mourn have left, the house has become deserted, the white silk in the mourning hall is flying, and Mu Zefeng is kneeling on the futon, with a solemn and sad face. On the last night, he will keep the spirit, and early tomorrow morning, Mu Ke will be buried.

Mu Zhiyu was carried back to the room by Murong Lingche, sat on the edge of the bed, lifted his pants and exposed his knees, which were red and swollen. Murong Lingche was full of distress and gave her medicine, "Yu'er, you endure a little ......"

"Che, you don't have to be so nervous, this little injury is nothing." Sitting on the bed, his legs on his thighs, and swaying from time to time.

Murong Lingche helplessly pressed her moving legs, "Don't move." Gently wiping the ointment, the cool touch hit, and Mu Zhiyu's mood relaxed.

"Che, it's good to have you." The eyebrows and eyes that slanted their heads and smiled at him.

Placing the small porcelain vase on the side of the bed, her fingertips lightly covered her slender and white legs, and slowly put it on the bed, Murong Lingche poked her forehead, the corners of her lips hooked, got up and sat down behind her, wrapping her hands around her waist, "Yu'er, I will always be by your side forever." ”

Mu Zhiyu smiled heartily, his little hand clenched his hand tightly, and a little head rubbed in his arms, "Am I very lucky to hear His Royal Highness King Ling say such sensual love words." ”

Murong Lingche raised her lips and smiled, her chin resting on the back of her head, her eyes shining with gentleness, "Yu'er, the lucky person is actually me." It was your arrival that illuminated my heart that had been in darkness for a long time......"

Mu Zhiyu smiled, his eyes fluorescent, "Che, when this qiē is over, we will step on the rivers and mountains hand in hand, and see all the flowers...... Good no good? ”

The corners of Murong Lingche's lips slowly hooked, "Okay." His right hand parted, slowly crossed his fingers with her, and lowered his eyes and smiled at her.

Death and life are broad, and Zicheng said; Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son.

At dawn the next day, on the wide streets of the imperial capital, paper money was flying, white spirit flags were fluttering in the wind, and the low voice of long horns was followed by the funeral procession.

Mu Zefeng was filial piety, holding the spiritual position with his own hands, walking in the forefront, Mu Zhiyu silently followed behind him, no matter what, this body has an unchangeable blood relationship with Mu Ke, so it should be regarded as sending him off for the last time.

The Mu Mausoleum, built in a luxurious and wealthy manner, buried Mu Ke and Yan Qianyun together, can be regarded as allowing them to continue their frontier over there.

The coffin is put into the ground, and it is over. The grievances and grievances of the previous generation, as well as the humiliation suffered in the previous fifteen years, all dissipated with the loess.

The breeze struck, blowing the white filial piety clothes swaying slightly, Mu Zhiyu stood behind Mu Zefeng, without saying a word, raised his eyes to look at the blue sky, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his clear eyes were fluorescent.

"Big brother, you can go back to Ziling with us." looked at Mu Zefeng's upright back and said softly. (To be continued.) )