Three years later, his head was hung on the city wall...
Upon hearing this, the tyrant clenched his fists under his sleeves and secretly swore in his heart that now that he had Wanwan, his little lucky star, he would never let the tragedy happen to his family three years later.
Wanwan: [Don’t other protagonists who travel through books have awesome golden fingers? Why don’t I have anything? This is so unfair!]
"God, can't you give me a more awesome cheat code, like fire breathing, invisibility, strongman, or a head of steel? I just want these. Is that so hard?"
The Tyrant: “…”
My dear, are you sure those skills are cheat codes?
Wanwan suddenly realized that as a book traveler, she actually had no golden fingers at all. She was just an ordinary and unknown cannon fodder!
[Oh, forget it, I'll just live in the present. To soothe my wounded heart, I'm going to eat lots and lots of meat!]
Wanwan said that she wanted to eat a lot of meat, but when she actually ate, she felt full after only gnawing on half a lamb leg.
"My dear, don't you want to eat anymore?" Concubine Yi asked softly when she saw the little kid pushing the plate in front of him away.
Wanwan nodded and said obediently, "Mom, Wanwan is full. Wanwan wants to take a bath and go to bed."
The big tyrant at the side glanced at the little brat when he heard this. He just slept after eating. What’s the difference between this little brat and a pig?
Concubine Yi: "Wanwan, you went to bed so early today."
"Wanwan is a little sleepy." Wanwan said she was sleepy, but in fact she was thinking:
[I got a lot of gold and silver treasures today, I want to bury them all secretly]
The drinking tyrant chuckled when he heard this. He knew that this little brat was cunning.
No matter where she was buried, he could dig her out!
But this time he didn't plan to dig. He thought about it carefully. Even if this little brat saved tens of millions of silver, the entire Dongming would be his world.
It was just an imperial city, he didn't believe that this little brat could really escape by himself.
What's more, she was thinking of taking his beloved concubine with her to escape. Yi'er loved him so much, how could she...
The tyrant was thinking about it, and suddenly felt a headache, so he reached out to support his forehead.
"What's wrong with Your Majesty?" Concubine Yi asked with some concern when she saw the man's pale face.
The tyrant stared at Concubine Yi's face. For some reason, he always felt as if he had forgotten something important.
"It's okay, should I..." The tyrant opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.
After the two of them finished dinner, it was already completely dark outside. Lord Fu, who was standing beside His Majesty, said, "Your Majesty, Concubine Xiu just sent a message saying that the dress she made for you is ready and she wants you to come and see it. Do you want to go or stay in Hibiscus Palace tonight?"
"Of course I will stay in..." Before the tyrant could utter the three words "Hibiscus Palace", a sharp electric sound suddenly appeared in his mind.
Eunuch Fu thought His Majesty was going to stay at Furong Palace tonight, but unexpectedly His Majesty suddenly said, "Let's go to Concubine Xiu's place."
Concubine Yi had just brought out the freshly brewed tea and was about to taste it with His Majesty when she heard His Majesty's words.
The originally joyful expression on her face suddenly turned into loss. She raised her eyes and watched His Majesty's figure disappear before her eyes.
Although Concubine Yi felt disappointed, she thought that her husband was the emperor of Dongming, who was busy with state affairs and had three thousand beauties in his harem. She was very touched that he could accompany her back to Jiang Mansion today.
"Please come with me to taste this new tea. I don't know if it tastes good or not."
Concubine Yi smiled and asked the palace maid to bring a few more cups so that all the palace maids and eunuchs present could drink the new tea she had just brewed.
*
Wanwan had her own little bedroom a few days ago, in a side hall of Furong Palace.
After the maid He Hua helped the little princess bathe, she respectfully withdrew, "Princess, I will be guarding outside. If you need anything, just call me directly."
"Okay, I understand, Sister Lotus. Good night." After Wanwan said this, she pulled the quilt around herself, closed her eyes obediently and pretended to sleep.
It was not until the sound of the door closing was heard and the quiet bedroom fell into darkness that Wanwan slowly opened her eyes, carefully got out of bed, quietly picked up the box of gold, silver and jewelry she had collected today, and climbed out of the window.
"Mommy's dearest babies, today I will bury you all neatly together with your brothers and sisters." Wanwan hugged the box in her hand, kissed it, and walked happily towards the cold palace.
She swaggered onto the path to the cold palace. She was not afraid of being discovered because the cold palace was often haunted and no one dared to come out at this time.
Wanwan was holding the box in her hand when she reached the gate of a dilapidated courtyard when she suddenly heard a low sobbing sound: "Wuwu ...
Even though she was already used to it, she was still startled by the sudden sound.
She looked through the moonlight at the long-haired female ghost in white clothes squatting in the corner of the door with her back to her, and suddenly remembered that today was the middle of the month.
Every month, she could see these unclean things that the world called ghosts.
She was the same in her previous life, able to see these unclean things.
She was indeed quite scared at first, but after gradually realizing that they had no physical form and could not hurt her at all, she no longer took them seriously.
Wanwan named this female ghost who liked to squat in the corner and cry the Crying Ghost, because every time she saw her, she was crying all the time, as if she had endless tears, so she seriously suspected that she had cried herself to death in her previous life.
Wanwan opened the door while holding the box and humming a little tune. The crying ghost squatting in the corner seemed to see her, floated up and followed her into the yard.
"Wuwuwu... Wuwuwuwu... Wuwuwuwu..." She floated and cried inconsolably.
Wanwan took out the small shovel hidden behind the tree and began to dig the soil with great concentration to bury her baby in the soil.
She didn't find the crying ghost annoying, because there would be a ghost to punish her soon.
"Cry, cry, cry. All you do is cry all day long. It's so annoying!"
The branches of the old locust tree in the yard swayed slightly and a few leaves fell. An ordinary person would naturally think that it was caused by the wind.
But it wasn't the wind, but a young man with a one-meter-long tongue and wearing a tattered official uniform hanging from a tree. He said in a rather violent tone, "If you keep crying, I'll pull out your tongue and make it as long as mine. Do you believe it?"
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(I've added some ghost elements, but don't be afraid, my dears. The descriptions of ghosts are not too heavy. These ghosts are just funny and there won't be any scary plots. This book is also a work of my imagination. I hope you will like it.)
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