Chapter 1076 Fan Xiang: It’s so difficult for me!

How does it feel to be a dead person lying on a golden nanmu up close?

Song Ci couldn't say it, only knew that his hands and feet were shaking, his heart was panicked, and he felt that the person lying inside was like himself.

Mrs. Fan is already in a grand funeral, and her makeup looks as if she is just asleep, as if she will open her eyes when you call her, and then raise her hand to say hello to you, oh, are you here?

Song Ci closed her eyes and tears fell down.

Fan Xiang, who was accompanying him, saw this and said, "Mrs. Don't be sad. My mother was very peaceful when she went there. I guess she had already reached the top."

Song Ci forced the corner of her mouth and said no.

Boss, I'm not sad, I'm afraid.

"Fan Xiang also needs to be mournful and follow the changes and take good care of himself."

Fan Xiang smiled and nodded, looking at Song Ci, feeling complicated.

He was actually the same age as Song Ci, but as Song Zhiyuan became the prime minister and entered the cabinet, his status was the same as that of him, and Song Ci's identity and seniority were even higher than him.

Why.

Regardless of whether Song Ci is safe or not now, or maybe she is not good now, Song Zhiyuan is still in his forties and has a lot of prospects than herself.

From this perspective, the Song family's wealth has reached a higher level and is unstoppable.

If the Fan family wants to maintain wealth or recover in the future, they can only push their grandson-in-law to that position. The Fan family will have a crown princess, queen or even queen mother. In this way, it will not be a problem for decades to become rich.

Song Ci didn't know that in just a short time, Fan Xiang had already planned a future for his family. Even if he knew, he could only praise him as a high-ranking prime minister, who had a profound plan for the family.

After looking at her remains, Song Ci asked Nanshan to walk out of the mourning hall with her. Her legs could not move. Perhaps the mourning hall was turbid, and the sound of crying and chanting scriptures were intertwined, her head was a little drowsy, and her steps were a little staggering.

"Madam, are you okay?" Nanshan asked softly.

Song Ci shook her head: "Just go out and have some breath."

Seeing that Song Ci's expression was wrong, Fan Xiang hurriedly called his eldest daughter-in-law, led Song Ci and others to the hall where the guests were resting and drinking water, and asked someone to invite a doctor in the palace.

Just kidding, if Song Ci had a problem in his mansion, wouldn't Song Xiang tear him down?

...

Song Zhiyuan was accompanying Emperor Chu to Fan's mansion. Both of them were wearing plain clothes, but the emperor beside him had more delicate clothes, and the inner collars were embroidered with dragon patterns.

"You should have a ceremonial guard, which is a great grace to the Fan family."

Emperor Chu said: "Come to pay condolences, you should be more low-key, so you should be more high-profile, aren't you afraid that the assassins will target me?"

Song Zhiyuan: "If you really want to keep an eye on it, you will also keep a low profile. At that time, there will be not enough people to protect you."

"If you think too much, why don't you be enough? The older people are looking forward to saving the car and getting rewarded by me." Emperor Chu snorted lightly.

Song Zhiyuan: “…”

OK, if you are the boss, just argue, and you don’t have to be too tempted to curse yourself.

Fan Xiang, who heard the news, ran over in a hurry. Seeing Emperor Chu with a white jade hairpin with hair tied with hair, he trembled and knelt down: "Emperor, the old minister kneels down to welcome the emperor's great command. Why are you here like this?"

"Love your body." Emperor Chu looked at Fan Xiang whose hair was a little whiter, and stepped forward and helped him up with his hands, saying, "Love your life for the country. Now that I have passed away, my kind mother has passed away, I am sad in my heart, so I came to sing a stick of incense to Mrs. Fan, wishing her to reach the Pure Land soon."

Fan Xiang was moved and thanked the emperor again, and said, "The emperor is grateful for his feelings. You are the king of a country. How can the emperor stand under the dangerous wall and leave the palace willfully? Song Xiang, too, why don't you persuade the emperor to make trouble? Instead, you are making trouble with him? How can you afford to take the trouble if something happens?"

He can't afford it even more!

Song Zhiyuan: “…”

You can do it?
Chapter completed!