247. Chapter 247 The Ugly Girl Sells Herself to Bury Her Father
Shangguan and Tuoba Qi, Xiao Huan set off.
They first went to a hidden place and put the corpse from outside the city on the carriage.
Then Shangguan drove to the streets near the prime minister's palace.
This is the road of Ouyang Huai's upper dynasty, and the next dynasty must pass.
They accused Ouyang Huai's time, showing the brand of selling funerals, and Shangguan cried as miserable.
This was the result of her hard work last night, and the people who watched it.
Even Tuoba Qi and Xiao Huan, who were around nearby, heard that Shangguan was really dying his father and had no money to bury.
Especially Xiao Huan, tears can't help but soar out.
"Hey, Xiao Huan, how did you cry?" Tuobaqi saw Xiao Huan's tears, and couldn't help but feel helpless.
"Woo, I remembered that when my father and mother died, I also sold all their families to bury them enough money." Xiao Huan told him.
"..." Tuoba squeezed a word for a while, this is Xiao Huan's sad thing, but he will not comfort people.
After letting Xiao Huan cry for a while, after venting his emotions, Xiao Huan no longer cried, and slowly calmed his emotions.
"What about you, Brother Qi, never listened to your family?"
Xiao Huan raised his red eyes and looked at Tuoba Qi, who was young and young.
Although I knew this brother shortly, Xiao Huan felt that he was very capable and could help the dolphin sister to do a lot of things.
Not like yourself, almost nothing, always worrying about whether the dolphin sister will dislike herself and abandon herself.
"My father ... was killed by the bad guy ... my mother also committed suicide. I'm alone now, nothing to say."
Tuoba Qi Qi was faintly authentic, with sorrow in his eyes, and there was a kind of indifference that is not competent with age, mature.
"Sorry, brother Qi."
Unexpectedly, Brother Qi's encounter was more pitiful than himself, and Xiao Huan suddenly felt sorry.
"It's okay, let's not say anything, do things."
Tuoba Qi was lying on the wall and noticed, they were waiting for the bridge of the prime minister Ouyang Huai to pass.
Over there, Shangguan was crying, and he was crying.
Although many people are pitifully sympathetic to her encounters, everyone is a poor people. They are not good for their lives, and they ca n’t eat enough. Where will there be more money to support others?