One person speaks a sentence, and the other person takes over. If you don’t know how to speak, make up your own sentence.

The ancestors spoke to the little girl with tears and snot, and their tone was indescribably gentle.

"The ancestral temple is glowing with gold!"

"What a big, shining golden light."

The guards were dumbfounded.

The tyrant and all the civil and military officials were stunned.

This year our ancestors appeared in spirit, and this ancestor worship was completely different.

The festival has been going on for so many years and there has never been a single unusual incident. But today it happened without interruption. The great tyrant wondered quietly, what is different this year?

The ancestor worship process and offerings are the same.

The only difference is that this year we have Po.

Could it be...

The tyrant understood, is this the ancestors celebrating the birth of Po?

Outside the ancestral temple, at dawn, the ancestral worship was completed, and the great tyrant withdrew with all the civil and military officials.

They had no idea that their revered ancestors had told Abao bedtime stories that night, and that Abao slept very well.

Snow began to fall at daybreak, and Di Hongluan, who was copying Buddhist scriptures in the small square, seemed to have been forgotten.

Everyone had left before she finished copying the Buddhist scriptures a hundred times, and the snow fell, covering the Emperor Red Luan.

Emperor Hongluan's hands hurt, his legs were numb, his eyes hurt, and his heart hurt even more.

Wuuuuu.

She swore that she would never curse Di Jiaoyang out loud again. Wasn't it enough for her to just curse him silently in her heart?

Abao slept for the whole day and didn't wake up until the evening.

Outside the temple, the snow stopped and the palace maids began to clear the snow from the ancestral temple.

"My goodness, who is this? He is so ignorant that he is making a snowman in front of the ancestral temple?" The two palace maids came forward together and were very surprised. The ancestral temple was unguarded only today because there were many people offering sacrifices to their ancestors and there was no need for so many guards.

On weekdays, this place is the most strict and outsiders are not allowed to come.

Everyone in the palace knows this rule. Now that this little snowman has appeared here, it must have been made by some naughty child.

"Let's shovel it out quickly. If the master finds out, we'll probably lose our heads." said one of them.

The other person nodded, and the two of them each took a shovel and shoveled towards the snowman's butt.

"Ouch, it hurts, who dares to hit me!"

The two maids were about to make their move when they heard a voice, "Hong'er, did you hear someone talking?"

"Sister Lu, I heard it. There's no one around. Who is making that sound? Could it be a ghost?"

Lu Er: "How can there be a ghost? This is the ancestral temple!"

Hong'er: "Never mind, let's shovel first. After we clear the snow, we can leave this place as soon as possible."

"Shovel, shovel, shovel! Who dares to shovel me?" Di Hongluan was almost mad and roared angrily, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she swallowed a large mouthful of snow. Her limbs were already frozen stiff and she couldn't move, and now even her intestines and stomach were chilled.

"Who are you pretending to be a ghost? I'll beat you to death!" Hong'er said nothing and slapped the little snowman on the head with her iron fist.

Di Hongluan was so slapped that her head hurt. "Ahhh! It's me! Me! Di Hongluan!"

"Princess...Princess?" The two young palace maids were stunned. No, why would the princess be here?

Di Hongluan paused for a while, then finally was able to move out of anger. He turned around, raised his head, and glared at the two men fiercely.

She wiped the snow off her face, and the two palace maids saw her in the dim night.

"It's really the princess. Oh my god, princess, why are you here as a snowman? We didn't recognize you just now. Princess, please don't be angry."

Don't be angry!

She can't be less angry!

Why is she here?

Could she say that she was frozen here because she was punished by the Queen Mother to copy the scriptures a hundred times?

She doesn't want to be a snowman either, because she's not frozen.

Now, these two blind guys actually hit her butt and slapped her face with an iron shovel. She was really, not as angry as she was the whole day. She was so angry that she was about to die.

But this was in the ancestral temple, and Di Hongluan didn't want to cause trouble, so he could only grit his teeth and say, "You two blind men, why don't you come and help this princess."

It hurts, it hurts so much, sob, sob, she feels pain all over her body now, she really regrets why she had so much free time to steal Buddhist scriptures in Huguo Temple.

The two palace maids looked at each other and helped Di Hongluan away.

When Feng Zhuo carried Po out, Po saw the scene in front of him with his sharp eyes, "Huh."

[Isn’t that the little heroine? My goodness, you must be frozen silly, hahahaha]

Po takes pleasure in misfortune.

Feng Zhuo carried Abao back to Yihe Palace, and Concubine De came out to greet him with a smile on her face.

A-Bao called out sweetly, "Cool dear."

【One day without seeing you, I miss you so much】

Concubine De smiled and saw Feng Zhuo, "Hey, why are you taking the little princess with you? Where is Emperor Zi'an?"

Feng Zhuo: ???

He was stunned for a moment, "Please tell your Majesty, I have not seen the Seventh Prince."

"Then where did you pick up the little princess? Didn't the seventh prince take the little princess out to play for the whole day?" Since returning from the ancestor worship at dawn until now evening, Abao has not been seen the whole day. Defei thought that Emperor Zian had stolen Abao out of the palace again.

It was not until Feng Zhuo came back with Abao that he realized something was wrong.

[Ah! Mother definitely doesn’t know that I slept in the ancestral temple for a whole day and night]

Concubine De: “…”

(⊙o⊙)…

Ancestor, ancestral temple?

[Oh, I can’t tell Mom, or she’ll beat me again]

De Fei turned her head and looked at the little girl in her arms. A Bao opened her little mouth and said, "My dear, hug me."

[Well, mother won’t find out, right? Won’t she? ]

[Feng Zhuo didn't say anything, and I don't know how to say it either, but why do I feel like my mother's eyes are weird?]

Defei winked at Zhilan and handed Abao to her, "Little lunatic, where have you been?"

"Ancestral Temple." Feng Zhuo guessed at a glance that Concubine De had already discovered what happened last night, so he simply told her the truth and told her the whole situation from beginning to end.

He understood the worries a mother has for her daughter.

After hearing this, Concubine De heaved a sigh of relief, as long as Abao was okay.

This time it was also her fault for not keeping an eye on A-bao.

At night, Qianqing Palace.

The great tyrant slept very uneasily tonight. After offering sacrifices to his ancestors today, he went to the imperial study and reviewed memorials all day. When he fell asleep at night, he dreamed of the late emperor and his ancestors without realizing it.

"Son, my good son." The late emperor hugged the tyrant and cried loudly.

The tyrant stood in the white mist, dumbfounded, "Dad, is someone bullying you in the underworld?"

I shouldn't have done that. We just offered sacrifices to our ancestors today and burned a lot of gold and silver coins.

"No, no, no, no one is bullying me. I'm just happy and I couldn't help it. I came to see you and give you some advice."

The great tyrant looked bewildered. To be honest, this was the first time he had dreamed of his father since his father ascended to heaven.

"Dad, why are you so happy?"

I've been there for so many years, why would I suddenly be so happy to entrust something to a dream? ?