Chapter 31 I’m so hungry, I ate the title again

Three years later, my head will be hanging on the city wall…

Hearing this, the tyrant clenched his fists under his sleeves and swore in his heart that he would not let the tragedy of his family happen three years later now that he has Wanwan, his lucky star.

Wanwan: [Don’t other protagonists who travel through books have awesome golden fingers? Why don’t I have anything? It’s really too bullying! ]

[God, can’t you give me an awesome golden finger, such as fire breathing, invisibility, strongman, bronze head and iron arm? I just want to have these. Is it difficult? ]

The tyrant: “…”

Darling, are you sure those skills are golden fingers?

Wanwan suddenly realized that as a person who travels through books, she actually has no golden fingers at all. She is just an ordinary and unknown cannon fodder!

[Oh, forget it, live in the present. In order to comfort my injured soul, I have to eat a lot of meat! ]

Wanwan said that she wanted to eat a lot of meat, but when she really ate, she was already exhausted after 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, "Mother Wanwan is full. Wanwan wants to take a bath and go to bed."

The big tyrant on the side looked at the little brat and said, "He goes to bed after eating. What's the difference between this little brat and a pig?"

Concubine Yi: "Wanwan, why did you go to bed so early today?"

"Wanwan is a little sleepy." Wanwan said that she was sleepy, but what she was actually thinking was:

[I got a lot of gold and silver treasures today, I must 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 it out for her!

But this time he was not going to dig it up, he thought carefully, even if this little brat had saved millions of silver, this whole Dongming was his world.

He didn't believe that he could really escape from a mere imperial city with this little brat.

What's more, she was thinking of taking his beloved concubine with her. Yi'er loved him so much, how could she...

The tyrant thought, and suddenly felt a headache, and reached out to support his forehead.

"What's wrong with your majesty?" Seeing that the man's face was a little pale, Concubine Yi asked with a worried tone.

The tyrant stared at Concubine Yi's face. For some reason, he always felt that he seemed to have forgotten something important.

"It's okay, am I..." The tyrant opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

After the two of them finished dinner, it was completely dark outside. Eunuch Fu, who was standing next to His Majesty, said, "Your Majesty, Concubine Xiu just sent someone to tell you that the clothes she made for you are ready and she wants you to go over and take a look. Do you want to go over or stay in Furong Palace tonight?" "

Of course I'll stay in..." Before the tyrant could finish the three words "Furong Palace", a sharp electric current suddenly sounded in his mind.

Eunuch Fu thought His Majesty was going to stay in Furong Palace tonight, but he didn't expect His Majesty to suddenly say, "Go to Concubine Xiu's place."

Concubine Yi had just brought out the brewed new tea and was about to taste it with His Majesty when she heard His Majesty's words.

The originally happy expression on her face suddenly turned into loss. She raised her eyes and watched His Majesty's figure disappear in front of her eyes.

Although Concubine Yi felt disappointed, she thought about her husband, the emperor of Dongming, who was busy with government affairs and had three thousand beauties in the harem. She was very touched that he could accompany her back to Jiang Mansion today.

"You can taste this new tea with me. I don't know if it tastes good."

Concubine Yi smiled and asked the maid to bring a few more cups, so that the maids and eunuchs present could drink the new tea she had just brewed.

* Wanwan

had her own small bedroom a few days ago, in the side hall of Furong Palace.

After the maid Lotus helped the little princess bathe, she respectfully withdrew, "Princess, I will be waiting outside. If you need anything, just call me."

"Yes, I understand, Sister Lotus. Good night." After Wanwan said this, she had already pulled the quilt for herself, closed her eyes obediently and pretended to sleep.

Until the sound of the door closing, the quiet bedroom fell into darkness. Wanwan slowly opened her eyes, got off the bed carefully, quietly picked up her box of gold, silver and jewelry today, and climbed out of the window.

"Mom's good babies, today I will take you and your brothers and sisters to bury them together." Wanwan kissed the box in her hand, and walked happily towards the cold palace.

She walked to the palace corridor of the cold palace in a swaggering manner. She was not afraid of being discovered because the cold palace was often haunted and no one dared to go out at this time.

Wanwan had just walked to the gate of a dilapidated courtyard with the box in her hand when she suddenly heard a low sobbing sound: "Wuwu... Wuwuwu... Wuwuwu..."

Although she was already accustomed to it, she was still startled by the sudden sound.

She looked at the long-haired female ghost squatting in the corner of the door with her back to her in a white dress through the moonlight, and suddenly remembered that today was the middle of the month.

Every time in the middle of the month, she could see these unclean things that the world called ghosts.

She was the same in her previous life, and could see these dirty things.

At first she was indeed quite scared, but after gradually realizing that they had no entity and could not hurt her at all, she no longer took them to heart.

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 always crying, as if she had endless tears, so she seriously suspected that she cried to death in her previous life. Wanwan

held the box and hummed a little tune as she opened the door. The Crying Ghost squatting in the corner seemed to see her, and floated up and followed her into the yard.

"Wuwuwu... Wuwuwuwu... Wuwuwuwu..." She was floating and crying.

Wanwan took out the small iron shovel hidden behind the tree and started digging the soil to bury her baby.

She didn't mind the crying of the crying ghost, because she would be punished by the ghost soon.

"Cry, cry, cry, you just cry all day long, it's so annoying!"

The old locust tree in the courtyard swayed slightly and a few leaves fell. Ordinary people would naturally think it was caused by the wind.

But it was not the wind, but a young man with a one-meter-long tongue and wearing a shabby official uniform hanging on the tree. He said in a rather irritable tone: "If you cry again, I will pull out your tongue and make it as long as mine. Do you believe it?"

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(A few ghost elements were added, but don't be afraid, my dears. The description of ghosts will not be too heavy. These ghosts are all funny and there will be no scary plots. This book can be regarded as a work of my imagination. I hope you will like it.)