When Lu woke up, what caught his eye was Zhou's face. She pulled the corner of her mouth and said, "Mom, I had a nightmare just now."

As soon as she said this, tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

Mother Zhou whimpered and wiped the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand.

Woo woo, her wife is so pitiful. She is only a few years old and she is going to be a widow. It’s too hard.

"Mom, why are you crying?" Lu slowly stood up, seeing that she had no jewelry on her head. She even took off the golden hairpin she liked to wear the most and replaced it with a silver hairpin.

"Madam, what should you do?" Zhou's mother hugged her and started crying.

Lu was a little at a loss and wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, the tears flowed happily.

Her heart was in severe pain.

"Mom." Song Lingzhou rushed in crying.

Seeing that he was wearing white clothes, his eyes were immediately stinged. She, who never wanted to scold her son, scolded sternly: "Random, who told you to wear this way? Why don't you change it back quickly?"

"Mom, dad, dad's coffin is coming to the mansion." Song Lingzhou knelt down.

Lu's body shook: "Stop talking, are you talking nonsense? Are you cursing your father?"

Song Lingzhou started crying.

Zhou's mother held Lu's arms and cried, "Madam, no one can be resurrected when they die. You must mourn, you have to cheer up."

Lu Shi looked at her, her eyes were extremely creepy, and she gave her hands a layer of goose bumps.

But Zhou's mother didn't care, and just said, "Madam, the master is going to return to the house. You, you are the legitimate wife, so you have to go and welcome him."

"Crazy, you are all crazy, Brother Qing is still fine, he is just a useless, but the guys say he is dead, you are all crazy." No matter how much she hates Song Zhiqing, she also said that she wishes he is dead, but that was just an angry word.

But now, it is said that he is dead?

Lu's head buzzed and murmured: "This must be a dream, it must be a dream. I will wake up after sleeping for a while. That's right, I have to wake up."

She is going to lie down again.

Song Ci walked in and said, "Lu, get up for me."

"Mother, are you here too?"

Song Ci's eyes were also a little red, and she sighed: "You sort it out and go pick up the third brother. He is back."

He is back.

Lu's body shook suddenly, and he looked at Song Ci blankly, tears flowing.

"Change her clothes." Song Ci looked at Zhou's mother, and she walked out with Nanshan's hand, and sighed.

She said something casually before, but when she turned around, she made a promise and was really killed by a mob?

The crow's mouth is not as good as her.

Lu was served by Zhou's mother and changed into white mourning clothes. She only used a silver hairpin on her head and hairpin on her face. She washed her face with powder, her eyes were dull, and she had to be mixed with the two servants even when she was walking.

The group went out of the mansion.

Lu raised his eyes hard and saw that the mansion had already changed into lanterns for funeral affairs, and the servants who were coming and going all changed into mourning clothes. In one courtyard, there was even white flags floating.

There, facing the West, is a courtyard where mourning halls can be set up.

Lu's heart was like a knife, bloody and unbearable pain.

White, full of whiteness, tingling both eyes.

This is not in a dream, it is true. Song Zhiyuan's bastard is really gone.

Lu resisted the grief until she saw a coffin. She thrust on it with a whistle and opened it with bare hands. After seeing the person who had no breath inside, she vomited blood.

"Song Zhiqing, you bastard!"
Chapter completed!