"Anyone's comfort is useless. After all, no one can accept the death of a close relative of flesh and blood in such a miserable condition."
"But time is a good medicine that heals everything. No matter how painful things are, they will pass and Master Jiu will be relieved."
Fu Yiqian still felt distressed.
A man who is aloof and omnipotent often becomes even more powerless and collapses when faced with life and death.
Unfortunately, he couldn't do anything.
"You go down."
"Yes, Prince, you should go to bed early and don't tire yourself out." Qiao Fan left respectfully.
Fu Yiqian turned on the computer again. On it was a photo of Bo Zhanye kneeling next to a body pooled in blood.
In the photo, he is wearing a suit and leather shoes, handsome and noble, and his tall figure looks like a collapsed Mount Tai amid the mess.
What should be done to save such a man?
...
the next day.
It happens to be Qingming Festival.
It is raining continuously in the Imperial City, and the sky is gloomy, which corresponds very well to the poem "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to lose their souls."
But compared to those who go to visit graves, the most miserable thing is those who are facing the death of their loved ones.
It has been exactly twenty hours since Zhao Xinlan passed away, and Bo Zhanye is still in the morgue, not allowing anyone to touch the body and refusing to accept this fact.
"Ninth brother, how can a little girl like you rest in peace? It's better to set up a mourning hall for my little girl as soon as possible." Bo Lixiao comforted her.
The look of concern on his face made Mo Nanxi want to punch him: "Our ninth master has his own thoughts, so we don't need eighth master to worry about it. You all go back first."
Bo Lixiao looked at Bo Zhanye's cold figure, kneeling on the ground like an ice sculpture.
After kneeling for almost twenty hours, your legs are useless, right?
He smiled patiently and said respectfully and worriedly: "I am also doing it for the sake of my ninth brother and my mother. After all, the body will become cold and hard if we wait any longer."
Bo Huaijing also said: "Xiaojiu, no matter what, it is better for a person to die than to be buried in peace. This is not the way to go."
However, no matter what they said, Bo Zhanye, who was kneeling in front of the corpse, still seemed not to hear the sound. His eyes were looking at the pale face, very focused, but his pupils were not focused or bright.
No one knows better than Mo Nanxi how much Lord Jiu longs for family affection and likes his mother.
He felt pain in his heart, and he was so angry that he pushed Bo Huaijing and Bo Lixiao out of the door, and cursed angrily:
"You don't have to be pretentious here.
Mr. Bo, once you had a plane crash and had a relationship with your wife, but you were unwilling to acknowledge her existence for decades. After you brought her back, you just wanted to tie up Master Jiu's heart. What are you talking about now for the sake of your wife and Master Jiu?
"
"And Mr. Ba, you don't need to care. Your concern is useless."
"You all should go! Master Jiu will handle the funeral arrangements himself!"
Bo Huaijing and Bo Lixiao did not expect that an assistant would dare to get angry at them:
"Can't you rebel?"
"What tone are you talking to us in?"
"You!" Bo Huaijing raised his hand to hit Mo Nanxi.
"Stop!" At this moment, an unusually majestic voice suddenly sounded.
Several people turned around and saw Fu Yiqian coming with Fu Xixi.
He is exceptionally tall, powerful and majestic, and the few guards following behind him make him even more extraordinary.
Bo Huaijing and Bo Lixiao immediately lowered their faces: "Prince."
Fu Yiqian strode up to them and said, "Death is the most important thing, what are you doing here?"
Bo Huaijing quickly explained: "No, we just..."
"No matter what you want to do, go back! The morgue is not a place for you to run wild." Domineering, serious, and majestic.
Bo Huaijing didn't dare to say anything anymore and pulled Bo Lixiao to leave.