Chapter 127: The Imperial Master Appears
The Jiang family was shocked and surrounded Xiao Nuobao on the kang to ask.
"So, the current emperor really died?" Sun Chunxue was so shocked that she stuttered.
Xiao Nuobao waved his hand calmly: "Yes, the emperor's star has fallen, and the old guy must be dead."
"Who dares to believe that the life and death of the emperor is determined by my sister!" Jiang Fenghu almost jumped up.
Feng Miao was so excited that he twisted his butt: "And the fate of our Nanji country can also be changed by my sister. My sister is so powerful that she can be compared to the gods in the storybooks!"
It's a pity that this matter cannot be told to outsiders, otherwise if the boys in the school know that my sister has such a great ability, they will be jealous to death!
Little Nuobao covered her mouth and giggled non-stop, like a rooster that just learned to crow.
Hehe, in fact, she is a little fairy.
When the time is right to tell the family, the fifth brother should not be so happy that he faints.
Seeing that the whole family was so happy at this moment, Feng was afraid that they would be too proud and proud.
So she quickly beat them one by one.
"The news of the emperor's death has not yet reached Yuncheng. You are not allowed to go out and spread rumors, otherwise you will be regarded as traitors and arrested!"
Sun Chunxue slapped her lips hard: "My mouth is faster than my brain. I am really afraid that I will forget about it after chatting with Mrs. Liu. You are right. It seems that I should not go to Fushan Hall these days and stay at home."
Everyone laughed and asked Nuobao some trivial things. It was not until it was completely dark that they went back to their rooms to rest.
When they were the only ones in the room, Feng picked up little Nuobao lovingly and touched her little forehead.
"Okay, now that the big thing has been accomplished, you can finally put your worries to rest." Feng sighed helplessly: "Mother saw that you didn't sleep well these days, and you didn't even snore at night. You can have a good rest from now on."
Xiao Nuobao covered his face hurriedly, not knowing that he would snore every night.
Feng rubbed the soft hair of the concubine, and said in a gentle and serious tone: "It would be great if you could change the fate of the country and save thousands of lives. But mother hopes that you can live like an ordinary child. You don't need to have great abilities, as long as you are happy."
Although she was happier than anyone else because the concubine was capable,
as a mother, she really couldn't bear it, and the concubine had to bear such a heavy burden at such a young age.
Mrs. Feng would rather Nuobao be mediocre, with more childishness and freedom.
Little Nuobao understood his mother's thoughts, so he hugged Mrs. Feng's neck, smiled and rubbed against her to act coquettishly.
"Don't worry, mother, Nuobao won't tire himself out, I know it in my heart!"
Mrs. Feng knew that it was useless to say more, so she kissed her chubby face helplessly: "Mom, I won't nag you anymore, as long as you have a sense of propriety in your heart. It's getting late, and we should put down the quilt and lie down."
The bedding was changed and just washed.
It was spread on the kang, exuding a fresh fragrance.
Little Nuobao squeezed in his mother's arm, sniffing the soap smell on the quilt, and calculated the fortune for Grandpa Song.
Very good.
Everything about Grandpa Song was auspicious, so she could put her mind at ease.
But Grandpa Song couldn't come back to Daliu Village for a while. After all, the emperor had died, so he had to stay to take care of the national funeral and have a feast.
Thinking of the feast, Xiao Nuobao couldn't help smacking her fingers, with a greedy look on her face.
Who knows what kind of top-notch dishes were on the emperor's funeral banquet, it must taste very good.
Xiao Nuobao's mouth was wet, and she soon drooled crazily. When she fell asleep, Mrs. Feng discovered that the little guy's drool had almost covered half of the pillowcase...
"It's going to flood." Mrs. Feng held back her laughter and gently pulled the pillowcase away from under her little head.
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At this time, the palace was filled with silence.
All the princes and ministers were dressed in mourning clothes, staring blankly at the table full of dishes in front of them, and no one dared to pick up their chopsticks.
Only Old Song had a calm expression. He slowly raised his chopsticks, picked up the various cakes and candied fruits on the table, and wrapped them in a square handkerchief.
He seemed to have a telepathic connection and felt that the snacks in the palace would definitely suit Nuobao's appetite, so he just wanted to pack them all up and take them back to Dalui Village.
The ministers were so hungry that they were too embarrassed to start eating. Seeing him like this, they were all a little stunned.
"My Lord, do you want to pack these foods and keep them for the late emperor to present to him personally during the vigil?" someone asked in a flattering whisper.
Old Song glanced at it and said unhappily: "You think too much. This duke just adopted a goddaughter, and this is for my goddaughter to take back."
Although Nuobao has not recognized him as his godfather yet, Old Song is confident that as long as he feeds more, the little guy will not be willing to refuse him.
After saying that, Old Song saw that the cakes on the tables of others were still untouched.
So he stood up and took them one by one: "You don't even touch your chopsticks, but you don't like it? Then this duke will not be polite, all of them will belong to my goddaughter!"
After hearing this, the ministers and assistant ministers of the six ministries widened their eyes and wanted to vomit blood.
The emperor just passed away, couldn't the old dude Song pretend to be nice?
Besides, they are all hungry!
The people from the six ministries were disgusted by the fact that Old Song had packed up the meal for his granddaughter before the banquet was over.
Old Song glanced at them with disdain.
Not convinced? You have to endure it!
He is the only duke in the court, with a rank higher than that of a deputy prime minister.
Not to mention packing up the meal for his granddaughter, even if he wanted Chef Yu to prepare a few more tables, these people would not dare to say a word!
At this time, the Minister of Works finally couldn't help it, and said anxiously, "Now that the late emperor has passed away, we should have been guarding the spirit for His Majesty. The Imperial Master not only forced us to come to the banquet, but also deliberately set out a lot of fish and meat. This is too disrespectful to the late emperor!" Upon
hearing the voice, a nine-foot-tall man with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes suddenly pushed the door open.
"Oh? The Minister of Works is so loyal to the late emperor that he is willing to stand guard over the coffin without eating or drinking?"
As a cold and deep male voice sounded, Mu Yihan, wearing a black robe and golden brocade boots, walked into the hall.
His narrow eyes were filled with coldness as he stared at the Minister of Works.
Mu Yihan curled his lips slightly and smiled evilly: "I have good intentions and am afraid that you will starve yourself. However, since Lord Qian is dissatisfied, I will not force him to do anything."
"Come here, drag Minister of Works Qian Chun away and nail his legs to the spirit of the late emperor with iron nails. Let him go without food and water for forty-nine days and guard the spirit of the late emperor!"
What?
There seemed to be a chilly and gloomy air blowing through the hall.
The Minister of Works fell down in a hurry. Just as he was about to resist, he was dragged away by two inner palace messengers. Long nails were pierced through his knees on the spot, and blood splattered.
"Ah!"
This tragic scene frightened everyone.
Without the emperor to rely on, the six factions could no longer compete with the imperial master.
They were all scared like quails, shrinking in their seats, not daring to say another word.
After the banquet was over, Mu Yihan stroked the ring on his finger, and cast his eyes on Old Song who was still packing for Nuobao...
He lowered his voice and hummed: "Duke Song, thank you very much this time."
"It turns out that killing the old emperor can really bring rain. If I had known this, I would have taken action long ago." Mu Yihan said, turning the ring to reveal a poisonous needle on it.
After Old Song packed the various cakes, he looked up and replied: "If the imperial master wants to thank someone, thank my goddaughter, Little Nuobao. She is very capable. I told you."
Mu Yihan's eyebrows moved.
"Little Nuobao?" He narrowed his eyes and asked, "How old is this child this year? Where is she from?"
Old Song said, "She is from Yuncheng, two years old."
Mu Yihan's expression was obviously stagnant.
Two years old, the same age as his daughter.
And also from Yuncheng... it's fate.
Mu Yihan's cold tone became a little softer: "As the Duke said, she is really a girl with the qualifications of a goddess, then bring her to the capital, live in the inner palace, and make her the goddess of Nanji Kingdom."
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