Chapter 1292

The days passed so slowly.

Three days later, ducao sent a post to everyone he knew, to hold a funeral for his daughter.

Everyone looked at the black posts in their hands, and their expressions were very strange.

Du Nian is just a two-and-a-half-year-old child. When he dies, he can only be regarded as a premature death. He is not qualified to enter his ancestral grave, let alone a funeral?

What's more, it's very unlucky for a child to die early. How could anyone be so inspiring?

But Du Cao's post, who dares not to go?

Du Cao also sent the post to the general's house.

Ji Shumo looked at the invitation, only felt that the place of the heart hurt.

"Brother Mo, are you ok?"

Huangfuyue thought of Ji Shumo for the first time after he knew about it. He was worried, so he rushed out of the palace to see Ji Shumo.

Ji Shumo was surprised to see huangfuyue: "Why are you here?"

"I'm worried about you."

Huangfu Yue sighed: "come here, take me to see my uncle?"

"Good."

Ji Shumo nodded, took Huangfu Yue and walked towards the ancestral hall.

Kneeling in the ancestral hall, Huangfu Yue's heart is not very good: "my mother's memorial tablet is also here?"

"Yes, although you moved my aunt back to Huangling, I think she should be scornful of her temper."

Ji Shumo gently smile, looking at huangfuyue: "that is your filial piety, this is my heart."

"Brother Mo, don't be like this. I'm sick. Du Cao, she..."

Huangfuyue didn't know what to say.

Mention Du grass, Ji Lyric Mo's heart is very bad taste, low head whispered: "grass seems not to forgive me."

"What do you think of the funeral?" Huangfu Yue some helpless looking at Ji Lyric ink.

Ji Shumo lowered his head: "that's my daughter's funeral, I will go naturally."

"But you know it's against the rules." Huangfu Yue helplessly looked at Ji Shumo: "this is the capital. There is no such rule in the capital. It's not good. They are all high-ranking families. It's too arrogant. It offends everyone all at once."

Ji Shumo gently laughed, then said faintly: "even if there is no such thing, Du Cao has already offended people, isn't it? Now things are like this, Xiaocao's heart is full of anger, I know, I understand, so no matter what she wants to do, as long as she can vent her anger

Huangfu Yue used to think that Du Cao was powerful, but now looking at Ji Lyric ink, Huangfu Yue suddenly feels that Ji Lyric ink is also powerful.

Three days later.

Mourn for the city.

Today, the whole capital is white, even the street vendors do not have a trace of color, hanging are black and white canvas.

Du Cao, dressed in white, stood at the gate of Mo Cao Xuan. His face was cold. Mo Cao Xuan was black and white, and the main hall was Du Nian's funeral scene.

Today, the capital is full of wealth, and they all walk towards mocaoxuan, just like the day when mocaoxuan reopens.

It's a pity that everyone looks sad today.

Du Zhang's looking at Du Cao like this, some helpless: "grass, you don't like this, OK?"

"Grandma, you are tired."

Du grass light back a, give rain flower a look.

Rain flower understanding, turned to help Du Zhang toward the backyard.

Du Zhang's family understood, and now he could not persuade Du Cao to stop even if the great Luo immortal came.

Du grass silently looked at the sad look of the people, in the heart is very ironic.

Everyone knows that duckweed has a daughter, but not many people have seen duckweed's daughter. Now everyone knows it.

Everyone will say some comforting words when passing by the duckweed, but these people don't know that these comforting words are like steel needles, which pierce into the heart of duckweed.

Du Cao's heart is dripping with blood, but Du Cao is still expressionless.

"Here comes King Xiang!"

The people outside murmured.

Then Huangfu Huan, dressed in plain clothes, came in and looked at Du Cao

God knows how much strength Du Cao used to kill him without taking out the firearm at his waist.Clenching his fists, he looked at huangfuhuan coldly: "thank you, Lord." There was no expression on his face.

Looking at Du Cao's expressionless face, Huang Fuhuan didn't know whether Du Cao knew or didn't know. He could only walk inside silently.

"Play!"

Fengli acted as the master of ceremonies and cried out.

Then the sound of Suona sounded, and the funeral began.

Duckweed stood there with tears streaming down her face.

Some of the people who came to attend the funeral also began to cry with Du Cao. The whole capital was filled with sadness and depression.

Huangfu Yue stands on the highest wall of the Imperial Palace, silently looking at the direction of mocao Xuan. Although the distance between the Imperial Palace and mocao Xuan is not close, Huangfu Yue seems to be able to hear the cry of those people.

"Ingenuity, who do you think is sincere among the people crying today?"

Huangfu Yue sighed and his eyes were red.

Du Nian Huang Fu Yue has seen it many times. What a strange little girl. How can she say that there is no more?

Thinking of this, Huangfu Yue had a bad feeling in his heart.

Ingenuity of course knows what huangfuyue means. She smiles gently, and then says in a low voice, "don't be sad, Emperor. Xiaocao will survive."

"Now, who can disobey her mind? I'm afraid I can't? "

Huangfu Yue sighed, some helpless, some worried.

Hearing this, the heart of ingenuity is a little bad: "the emperor is angry?"

"Don't get angry, just sigh, this wench, really is too fierce."

Huangfu Yue smiles.

Because this kind of thing angry time has passed, because Huangfu Yue knew that Du Cao had no interest in this world.

Looking at Huangfu Yue doesn't look like he's lying. His ingenuity depends on Huangfu Yue: "I don't know what happened to Ji Shumo now."

Ji Shumo changed his plain clothes and went to Mo Cao Xuan with a lot of things.

From a distance, I watched the duckweed standing at the door and crying silently.

Ji Shumo only felt that his heart was going to be broken.

He didn't protect the girl or his daughter. One was heartbroken, the other left.

Ji Shumo's heart hurt, summoned up the courage to go over, standing beside Du Cao: "grass, are you ok?"

"Thank you, general. I'm fine." Du grass light back a sentence.

Ji took a deep breath, no longer spoke, so quietly stood beside Du Cao.

After crying all morning, I was finally buried. This matter is finally over.