Chapter 126 She Wants to Rewrite the Country’s Destiny
Old Song held his breath and concentrated his eyes on Nuobao’s little face.
He didn’t know what heaven’s will was.
But he knew that right now, perhaps only little Nuobao could be the only lifesaver for the entire Nanji Kingdom!
In the blink of an eye, countless scenes flashed through little Nuobao’s mind.
She saw that in the palace, there were flashes of swords and shadows of swords, and the rebel army stepped on countless corpses, rushing in to seize treasures.
Inside and outside the capital, the ground cracked and corpses were everywhere. All the crops were withered and withered, revealing a breath of death.
Little Nuobao shook violently, and her pupils widened instantly. She realized that the current troubles in the capital were an important turning point in the destiny of the Nanji Kingdom!
Nanji Kingdom, is it going to perish this time? !
"Girl?" Feng noticed that Nuobao looked unhappy and called out uneasily.
Little Nuobao then took a breath, raised his sweaty little face, gritted his teeth and shook his head, and squeezed out a few words with difficulty: "Mom, Nuobao is fine~"
Although she knew long ago that the fate of the Nanji Kingdom was over because of the inhumanity of the Murong royal family.
But she was still extremely heartbroken to see that the country was about to perish and the first to suffer were the ordinary people. Thinking
of the tragic situation just now, little Nuobao scratched her hands uncomfortably. No, innocent people should not pay for the mistakes of the Nanji royal family with their lives.
She had to find a way to rewrite the country's destiny and stop this ridiculous drought. First, let the people have water to survive!
"Master Song." After making up her mind, Xiao Nuobao raised her head firmly and said in a tender voice: "If it can bring rain, no matter how difficult and dangerous the method is, are you willing to give it a try?"
Old Song's chest rose and fell violently.
He clenched his teeth, and his long beard drooped straight down: "If there is really a way to solve the difficulties in the capital, even if it means the death penalty, I am not afraid to sacrifice my old body."
Xiao Nuobao had a bottom line in her heart.
So she imagined again, the crime of the current emperor that angered Shang Cang, and when she opened her eyes again, a chill flashed across her fair and soft cheeks.
"Kill!" Xiao Nuobao said in a faint voice, only one word.
Old Song asked hurriedly: "Kill? Kill what, who!"
"The dog emperor." Little Nuobao snorted in a cold voice.
When these words came out, the eyes of the Jiang family members suddenly widened. They almost couldn't sit still, and their backs were covered with cold sweat.
Feng's mouth opened wider than her eggs. She wanted the emperor's life. As expected of her daughter, she dared to ask for anything!
To their surprise, Old Song was not surprised, but nodded calmly.
"Okay, Nuobao said to kill, then kill. Master Song will do his best to take the life of this dog emperor." Old Song said it calmer than killing a pig.
When the Jiang family heard this, their heads were about to be shaken open.
Sun Chunxue and Li Qiqiao's heads were buzzing. At this moment, they desperately scratched their ears, suspecting that there was something wrong with their hearing.
"But Nuobao, can you tell me why you have to kill him? So that Master Song can have an idea." Old Master Song asked with a look of seeking explanation.
Little Nuobao checked the old emperor's fate book, and his eyebrows were twisted like twists: "Murong Hun is the emperor, but he does not respect the gods and does not care for his people. This long drought is caused by him. Now only by letting him go to the Suzaku Terrace and sacrifice his life to the heaven can we appease the anger of the heaven and send down the rain."
Suzaku Terrace was originally used by the Nanji Kingdom to sacrifice to the heaven.
But since the late emperor Murong Shabi, the ceremony of offering sacrifice to the heaven has been stopped, because going to the Suzaku Terrace requires walking up 990 steps, and the late emperor and the current emperor are afraid of tiring the dragon body.
Neglecting the gods is a sin.
But these two are not kind and virtuous. They are only interested in pleasure and comfort, and they allow the six departments to make trouble and harm the people.
At present, only by sacrificing the lives of sinners to the sky and confessing the sins of the people can the last bit of luck be saved for the Nanji Kingdom. When
Old Song heard this, his eyes lit up and he nodded: "So that's the case. The current emperor is indeed incompetent and should have apologized with his life."
The talented and ambitious people in the court have been dissatisfied with him for a long time and have long wanted to get rid of him.
But this is the emperor after all, and he is secretly guarded by countless elite soldiers. It is difficult to take his life.
Xiao Nuobao looked at Old Song and said: "This is the only way. If you can't do it, the Nanji Kingdom will perish."
These words are like a huge stone.
It weighed heavily on Old Song's heart.
A hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and he nodded: "Okay, then Master Song will return to the capital to discuss this matter with the Imperial Master. Murong Hun will be dead within five days!"
This matter is of great importance, and the letter sent back may be intercepted, so Master Song must hurry up and make this trip in person.
Before Master Song left, Xiao Nuobao vaguely saw that his trip might not go smoothly.
The court had long been divided into two factions, and the officials of the six ministries formed factions and went along with the crowd.
Although a clean official like Master Song did not agree with the murderous and domineering nature of the Imperial Master, he also knew that he was the only one who could save the Southern Ji Kingdom, so he naturally stood on his side.
The subordinates of the six ministries were spread all over the place. In order to be able to defeat the Imperial Master in one fell swoop, they would naturally pay close attention and try their best to stop the people of the Imperial Master's faction from returning to the capital to help him in the next few days.
So Xiao Nuobao grabbed a handful of mud and slapped it on Old Song's face: "Grandpa Song, you may encounter an accident on this trip. Remember Nuobao's words. First, dress up, second, take the main road, and third, don't bring any men with you, so that you can reach Beijing safely."
Old Song picked up Xiao Nuobao and kissed her smooth forehead reluctantly.
I hope he can come back alive and see this little baby again.
After Old Song agreed, he entrusted Jinniang to the Jiang family. He went to the city to pick a fast horse, and even did not bring his personal guard Qingxuan, and went directly to the capital.
In the few days when Old Song was away, Feng was always worried about the daughter, fearing that she would bear the fate of too many people and would crush her little body.
Feng threw the business of Fushantang aside and no longer mentioned other trivial matters in the village.
She only made soup, fried food, and snacks for Xiao Nuobao at home every day, and asked Fengmiao to teach her sister how to play shuttlecock, so that she could live a normal life for a few more days.
Xiao Nuobao didn't want her mother to worry about her.
So she put on a cheerful and obsessed look every day, obsessed with toys and sweets.
But in her heart, she was always thinking about the capital, and she meditated for Mr. Song every day, until she calculated that Mr. Song had safely entered the capital, she could breathe a sigh of relief.
Soon, the five-day period had passed.
During dinner, Xiao Nuobao held the protruding white rice and bit the chicken cartilage, and the food tasted like chewing wax.
The success or failure will be revealed after today.
After eating, Xiao Nuobao was bored, so he drooped his little head and took a nap in his mother's arms.
Suddenly, in his dream, the man in the golden boots and the black robe appeared again!
But this time, his throne seemed no longer shaking, but as solid as a rock, becoming his support.
Xiao Nuobao woke up suddenly, and the corners of her mouth could not help but rise. So, her father, whose identity she did not know, has now escaped from the predicament?
Just as she was thinking about it, suddenly, a loud bang came from the distant sky.
The next moment, heavy rain poured down like a basin, and the raindrops hit the ground and made smoke.
Feng opened the window in surprise and reached out to touch the rain: "Why...it's raining so hard! It's been more than three years, and this is the first time there is such heavy rain. The eldest daughter-in-law, the second daughter-in-law, quickly take the basin to the eaves to catch it!"
Little Nuobao raised his little round face and looked up at the sky.
In the dark sky, a star suddenly fell from the sky. It was a purple star that fell!
Xiao Nuobao immediately counted the fate of Nanji Kingdom by pinching his fingers and shouted in surprise: "Ziwei Star is the emperor star. It seems that the person who deserved the punishment from heaven has died, so God has sent rain."
"Grandpa Song must have succeeded. The fate of Nanji Kingdom has also been rewritten!" Xiao Nuobao kicked his short legs excitedly.
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