Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 253 The Kyushu is so vast, the offender must be punished. 1
The man's fingertips stroked every inch of her eyebrows. Her skin was so delicate and soft. She was so soft and charming when she was asleep. He looked at her and felt happy.

He laughed, turned over and lay down beside her, intertwined with her clothes, did not do anything out of the ordinary, just lay quietly beside her like this.

Close your eyes and fall asleep.

The news of Fu Yuejun's death from falling off a cliff spread throughout the land of Jingchu.

On April [-]th, the Fu family held a funeral for their daughter, Fu Yuejun.

On this day, the whole Jiangling city was covered with mourning, and the long street was empty.

Fu's house was covered with white curtains from top to bottom. There were nearly 300 people in the backyard, from the old lady to the three-year-old baby.

The wooden coffin made of black sandalwood was somewhat shiny, and the white flowered cloth belt in front of the coffin surrounded the entire coffin, and it was placed in the mourning hall. The Fu family's family members stood beside them, their linen clothes were plain, and they all looked sad.

Both the Song family and the Duan family came, and even the second wife, who usually eats vegetarian food and prays to the Buddha, left the Buddhist hall.

Fu Fengtian burned incense for his daughter before the funeral. He already believed that Fu Yuejun was killed, so he could only pray that she would ascend to bliss early. Fu Lingcheng's face was stern and his eyes were red. Heartbroken.

Young Fu Ziyuan and Fu Wenjing knelt aside and wiped their tears, while Fu Linxue knelt there with a sad expression and tears in his eyes.

That was clearly weeping with joy!
She was crying and touching her face.

Fu Linxue's face was covered with a veil, covering most of her face.

When her hand touched her face, there was endless hatred in her eyes.

That face has been ruined by Fu Yuejun.

The word "slut slave" above has left scars that will never be erased for life.

Now that the culprit is dead, Fu Linxue doesn't feel happy at all.

Fu Yuejun is dead, but her face can never get better.

However, as long as the heart is dead, what does it matter if this face is pitifully ugly?

The aunts in the backyard who were not very close to Fu Yuejun couldn't help crying and whimpered, Qin Zhiyu stood next to Song Chen and secretly shed tears.

I couldn't be sure in my heart whether Fu Yuejun was alive or dead.

It was a bit hot in April, but the Fu family felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

The treasure of Fu Yuejun's Fu family left at such a young age. This is undoubtedly a huge blow to the Fu family.

From last night until now, even though the old lady saw the wreckage, she still couldn't accept the news of Fu Yuejun's death, passed out several times, and cried until her heart broke.

Under the consolation of everyone, the mood finally stabilized a little, but now kneeling in front of the mourning hall, touching the scene and hurting, it is extremely sad.

Zhao Yanqiu was also tearful, turned sideways and whispered in Fu Lingcheng's ear, "Chenger, what are the Fusang people doing now?"

"On the way here, as Second Master Song expected, they set up an ambush around." Fu Lingcheng said in a low voice: "Our people are already ready, and we only owe Dongfeng."

As long as Nakano Yoshihiko makes a move, their troops will wipe out all the Fusang people.

Although Song Chen also expressed grief, he still observed his surroundings calmly.

Duan Siyan looked at the precious sandalwood coffin with a blank face, his eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and he said in a hoarse voice: "That's good, so as not to suffer from the war."

(End of this chapter)