Realizing that the old lady was really leaving, Old Master Song felt unprecedented panic and tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

The rest of the people also knelt down and started to sob in a low voice.

Song Ci said: "Boss, remember, after I leave, there is no need to be too extravagant in funerals. After death, mourning and honor are not very important to me."

Song Zhiyuan put his forehead on the palm of her hand, and tears rolled down.

Song Ci pulled out his hand with great effort and patted his head: "From now on, the Song family will only rely on you."

"Don't worry, mom."

Song Ci looked at Old Master Song standing at the end of the bed again and said, "Old man, do you remember what I said in the past? Don't cause trouble for the children, be your wealthy old master honestly and live a hundred years old. This is my only requirement for you."

Old Master Song said in a muffled voice: "Remember."

Song Ci then closed her eyes with satisfaction, her eyes fell on Song Lingzhao, and said, "Zhao'er is not young anymore, and the grandmother of the Yu family has also drunk the tea that the girl respected by the Yu family. The Song family will not do such a treacherous thing. Since she drank that cup of tea, she is my Song family's wife. The second child."

Song Zhicheng walked forward and said, "Mom, my son is here.

"Zhao'er's army is a life-long struggle for the future. If you get married as soon as possible, you will have a future soon. After I leave, I will take advantage of the warm filial piety to let him get married and don't delay it. As for Zhao'er, you have to be in love with your wife. You must respect her, respect her, and love her, and don't let others down. Only when the husband and wife are harmonious can the family be prosperous."

Song Lingzhao knelt forward, kowtowed three times, and said, "Grandmother, grandson understand."

"Where is Siro?"

Song Lingzhao and the others moved out of their position and let Song Zhiyu step forward.

Song Ci reached out and held his hand and said, "You brothers are the most aggrieved Silang. You can't even get married. It's because the family is wronged you."

Song Zhiyu shook his head and said, "Mom, my son is not wronged. The son and the princess know each other and fall in love with each other. He has a pair of children under his knees to enjoy all his glory. This is the son's fortune, and he does not feel wronged at all."

"It would be great if you think so. You should listen to the princess more in the future and cherish what you have. If you don't care about your blessings, the blessing will be gone." Song Ci smiled slightly.

"My son will."

Then Song Ci looked at Brother Dan at the end of the bed. The latter had a red nose and his eyes were extremely red, and he pursed his lips stubbornly.

"Brother Dan, you must be good in the future. This Chunhui Hall will let you live in the future. Remember what my grandmother told you before."

Brother Dan nodded.

"I, Song Ci, have good fortune throughout my life. Otherwise, I would not have such glory and wealth. You, a group of filial sons and grandchildren, are seeing you off. I have no regrets, so you don't have to be too sad. I am more willing to see you smile and send me away." Song Ci looked at everyone and said, "It's the hardest to hold the funeral. After that, thank you for your hard work. Let's go down. Madam Gong, please serve me to change my clothes."

Song Zhiyuan was panicked and his fingers were trembling.

Song Ci looked at him and showed a comforting smile: "Go out first."

Song Zhiyuan then stood up and took the big guy out, except for the female family in the house.

Song Ci looked at Madam Gong and said, "Get water to cleanse me, then take out all the imperial edicts, serve me to put them on, and then give me some makeup."

The old lady is a first-class imperial edict. She worked hard all her life and should wear the most expensive clothes and leave with honor and dignity.
Chapter completed!