The two glittering ghost fires watched everything coldly, and when they saw everyone kneeling down, they staggered away.
Seeing the ghost fire drifting away, the ministers were so scared that they broke out in a cold sweat.
Wow, it really is the ancestors appearing to punish them!
After seeing what happened today, they will never dare to disrespect the dead again!
The dead all have spirits!
"Follow me respectfully as we exit the Imperial Mausoleum and descend the mountain immediately."
Feng Changye stood up and gave orders to everyone with a cold face.
None of the ministers dared to object. They all stood up and followed Feng Changye out of the imperial mausoleum.
When going up the mountain, everyone's legs were weak and they walked very slowly.
When they were going down the mountain, probably because they were afraid that their ancestors were chasing them, their legs were no longer weak, their waists were no longer sore, and their legs moved more nimbly than anyone else's!
When they reached the foot of the mountain, they saw the torches and oil lamps lit by the imperial guards in the camp. It was as bright as day, and all the civil and military officials breathed a sigh of relief!
With two thousand sword-wielding imperial guards here, they feel safe!
With more people and stronger firepower, we no longer have to worry about ghost lights!
That night, the civil officials were supposed to share a tent with two people, but they insisted on squeezing into a tent with three or four people.
They said the scenery at West Hill was beautiful today and they could write some poems together and discuss things with each other. But in reality, everyone was terrified and needed someone to give them courage.
Everyone saw through it but didn't say anything, letting them keep each other company and give each other courage.
The next day.
As soon as the sun rose, everyone was ready to return to the capital.
As for whether or not to go to the imperial mausoleum to pay homage again...
No one dared to speak this to the emperor, for fear that he would take them to the imperial mausoleum again.
They don't want to come to the imperial mausoleum again in their lifetime.
Therefore, Feng Changye and Zhu Wuhuan were relieved of the trouble and just let the team return to Beijing.
It took another half day's journey, and in the afternoon, the group returned to Beijing.
The ministers escorted the emperor to the palace gate, knelt down to send the emperor and empress back to the palace, and then they all went home to rest.
Feng Changye and Zhu Wuhuan returned to Changle Palace and saw Si Sangsang's figure from afar.
The old man was holding the crying little prince and walking patiently at the door, coaxing him. When he saw them come back, he was happy that they returned safely, and was also excited as if he had seen a savior!
"You guys are finally back! Xiao'er's voice is almost hoarse from crying!"
She smiled and said to the two of them, then quickly lifted the child in her arms and coaxed him softly, "Xiao'er, don't cry. Look who that is? Your father, the emperor, and your mother are back. Your parents are back!"
The little prince's eyes were red and swollen, and he was crying as he looked at the two people walking towards him in a daze.
He couldn't see clearly from a distance, but as the two people came closer, he could see clearly!
He recognized him; it was his father!
“Ah…ah…”
He moved his little hands and feet in Si Sangsang's arms, trying to struggle towards Feng Changye.
Not only was he struggling with his hands and feet, his heart was also filled with anxiety, and he kept shouting "ah ah ah".
"Xiao'er!"
When Feng Changye saw his beloved son crying like this, how could he not rush over to hug his son?
He rushed over, opened his arms and took his son in.
He opened his cloak and held his heavy, fat son against his warm inner clothes.
Then he bent down and kissed the little one's cheek lovingly, "Why are you crying like this? Do you miss Father and Mother so much? Poor little thing, Father and Mother have only been gone for two days, and look how you've tormented yourself. Your eyes are swollen, and you've become a tearful child from crying!"
Zhu Wuhuan also walked over quickly, stood side by side with him, and looked down at his silly son.
The silly son was leaning against his father's chest, looking at his father with a silly smile.
If those big eyes were not red and swollen, if there were not two pools of tears in them, she would look even better when she smiles.
"ah……"
At this moment, he saw his father kissing him and talking to him. He grinned happily, revealing his red gums, and let out a short "ah".
Look at this silly look. If he could talk, he would probably say sweet words to make people die of sweetness, right?
Zhu Wuhuan felt both distressed and soft-hearted.
This is the natural dependence of children on their parents.
It's really touching.
She couldn't help but gently pinch his cheek and tease him, "Oh my, you're so fickle! Just now you were crying loudly in the Imperial Grandmother's arms, but now that your little face is against your father's chest, you've stopped crying immediately, huh? You've even blinked your big eyes at your father? You've even smiled? You're so fickle!"
When the little guy heard his mother's voice, his eyes moved and fell on his mother's face.
He stared blankly at his mother, whose hair was covered with jewels and jade.
"You don't recognize your mother again, right? You little heartless thing!"
As Zhu Wuhuan spoke, she reluctantly took off the hairpins on her head and returned to her plain appearance during her confinement period.
When she did this, the little prince immediately recognized her.
He was even happier when he saw his mother. Not only did he grin, he also tried hard to wave his clumsy little hands, asking his mother to hold him.
Feng Changye handed his son to his wife with a sour look on his face. "As expected, he came out of your belly. He is closer to you. He doesn't want me anymore when he sees you."
Zhu Wuhuan held his son and rocked him gently, smiling at him with a particularly proud look.
Seeing her smug look, the jealousy in his heart disappeared in an instant.
She was happy, which was better than anything else.
"It's cold outside, come inside."
He gently ruffled her hair, then hugged the mother and son and followed the queen inside.
Si Sangsang pounded her arms and legs as she walked, then turned around and smiled at the young couple, "I've never seen a child like our Xiao'er recognize people so early. Most children don't recognize people until they are four or five months old. Before that, it doesn't matter who holds them. Ah Qiong is like that. After you left, she ate and slept on time, without making any noise. She's very easy to raise. But Xiao'er—"
She helplessly looked at the little guy who was as obedient as an angel in his mother's arms, and felt a headache when she thought of him crying like a little devil these past two days.
"Tsk tsk, he's just a little bastard!"
"If he's in the cradle, he'll cry. Pick him up, but if you hold him and stand still, he'll cry too!"
"He only stops crying when someone carries him around and tells him they're taking him to find his father, the emperor, and his mother."
"But after searching around for a while and not finding you, he starts crying again. He won't go to sleep until he's tired of crying. Alas!"
"He was able to sleep soundly last night because I took him to your bed, Huanhuan, and wrapped him in the thin quilt you used to cover him with. I let him hold the comb you use to comb your hair. Maybe he felt your breath enveloping him, so he fell asleep obediently with the comb in his hand."
While listening to his mother's words, Zhu Wuhuan looked down at his silly son who was so well-behaved in his arms.
Seeing her son clumsily playing with her hair like a fat little penguin, her heart felt like it was soaked in a hot spring, warmed thoroughly.
Good boy. Good boy.
You love me so much, how can I not love you?
You are my mother's baby.
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