Pure love emperor less blackened daily

Chapter 908 Please, Return Your Highness to Us
Anyway, Nangong Yunmo has been in the outside world for such a long time, and he seldom goes back, and Qian Mu can temporarily handle some things that need to be done by him.

Rao is not as good as himself, but he can barely survive for a while.

Therefore, only a very small number of people can attend this funeral.

A lifetime of elegance, after all, is like a dream.

On the day of the funeral, Di Ruoge wore a black knee-length skirt.

Her skin was as pale as snow, and her silver hair hung loose, standing in the wind, like an elf that would be blown away at any time.

She looked very calm.

Very quiet, or rather numb.

If it wasn't for the haggard face that exposed all her hysterical fragility at night, no one would know that she was biting the corner of the quilt and staring at the ceiling last night in pain without crying.

People came one after another.

It's Nangong Yunmo's subordinates, they are all confidantes, it doesn't matter if they know about it.

Because they are all their own people, the scene is even more sad.

In front of him was a coffin with his photo on it.

The man in the photo is dressed in white.

Because I haven't taken pictures for a long time, even if there were pictures, it was a group photo of Di Ruoge and him.

So at the moment, the picture above is a photo of him in his twenties. His eyebrows and eyes are still immature, but there is a faint calmness and complexity that does not match his age.

His face is as expressionless as taking a photo of his ID card, and he is upright.

The face is still picturesque, and just a glance can make people hold their breath.

In the photo, he was as gorgeous as ever.

Peerless and unparalleled.

Fixed forever.

Di Ruoge just stood in front of the photo, staring quietly.

Stare at him in the photo looking straight ahead at the camera.

Desolate and deep, but there is no lack of coercive gaze.

After a photo and time, it is still familiar and full of his unique courage.

Still able to shock people's soul in an instant.

Until a voice full of anger came from the side: "You killed our Highness!"

She paused and looked at it expressionlessly.

I saw a man being stopped by two members of An Sha, who forcibly prevented him from approaching.

But he still stared at her fiercely.

"Di Ruoge, it's all you!"

The two Ansha members hurriedly continued to stop him: "Sir, sir, please don't get excited..."

The man yelled again, and then seemed to lose all his strength.

Letting those people stop him, he knelt and sat on the ground directly.

With a gloomy expression, he murmured alone: ​​"Give us back our highness...give back our highness..."

"Di Ruoge, please, give him back to us... okay?"

Di Ruoge looked at him expressionlessly.

Not a word was said.

She knew this man. When she was young, she occasionally saw him a few times in the castle of Eagle Country, and she also saw him when she grew up.

He is a very close subordinate to Nangong Yunmo.

She stood quietly not far away, watching him keep talking.

Then, holding his head in pain, he knelt on the ground.

Some crystal liquid fell to the ground and disappeared into the grass.

Di Ruoge watched quietly.

Then, I felt my throat inexplicably tightened and hurt.

The surrounding air became vast and empty, and even the majesty passing by her side became harsh, cutting her cheeks with pain.

However, the feeling of pain that caused the whole heart to twist and deform finally did not reappear.

It's been a long time.

She just walked up, when the two members of Ansha saw her coming, they bowed their heads respectfully, turned and left.

She walked all the way to the man.

Squatting down, with a blank expression on his face, he spoke softly.

His slightly pale lips moved, and he said something that he didn't know.

The man on the ground suddenly paused.

When he came back to his senses, Di Ruoge had already stood up, returned to that place, and stared at the person in the photo...

The man on the ground looked at her back, and there was a moment of shock in his eyes.

Then it gets complicated.

Then, he stopped making trouble, and sat on the ground like a man who lost his soul.

For Nangong Yunmo's funeral, all the members of the emperor's family came, and Zhu Jin was also here.

The atmosphere was silent and oppressive.

The sad breath was quietly rippling in the wind.

Di Liangxun, who was dressed in black, stood there straight, his eyebrows furrowed tightly.

He stared deeply at the boy in the photo.

Xiao Fengxue was also silent, feeling uncomfortable.

Nangong Yunmo has known them for many years, even though many unpleasant things happened later...

But in the end it is the feelings that I have known for so many years here.

What's more, he was still doing it for Ge'er...

Those things in the past, now seem so insignificant.

If one person can easily give up his life for another person, there is no need to talk about other things.

However, from now on, I don’t know how many people on the road who know this matter will sigh with regret.

There is probably no other man in the world who is so amazingly talented.

Emperor Ruochen, who was on a business trip on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, immediately left behind tens of billions of contracts the moment he received the news, and boarded the private jet blankly.

There is only one thought in his mind, he must go back and see for himself.

This can't be true.

Their family's Ge'er is so scheming, could it be that she is trying to get Daddy and Mommy to accept Nangong Yunmo's lies?
In order to make them forgive him for what happened back then, he set up a game.

After all, that little devil in their family has all sorts of schemes, and it's not impossible to do anything.

He couldn't believe that Nangong Yunmo was so arrogant, so powerful, a man like a god.

would just disappear.

Disappeared so easily.

It fell into the hands of a small drug trafficking organization in Red Snake.

There is no warning.

This thought continued until he rushed to the scene with people.

See the eye-catching coffin placed among them.

It was only when he saw the familiar face in the photo that he was completely disintegrated.

There was a bang in his head, and it went blank.

Standing at the door at a loss, I wanted to step out to check the authenticity, but for some reason I couldn't move at all.

He moved his eyes and saw many familiar people.

Qian Mu, Stupid Gold, and Daddy and Mommy.

And their songs.

She was still as thin as ever, wearing a black dress and a black coat.

She stood in front of the photo, staring straight at the man in the photo.

The wind blew up her silver hair, making everything messy.

For so many years of twin brothers and sisters, you don't need to look at her expression.

He could feel the dead breath in her body...

Ten thousand bones withered and silent, the world collapsed.

She stood in the wind, a quiet figure, neither trembling nor crying.

It was so quiet, as if at any time, maybe in the next second, it would drift away with the wind.

All the previous thoughts and guesses were disintegrated in an instant.

　I will tell you that when I played the funeral, I accidentally called it a wedding...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)