Chapter 177 The Little Heroine Was Scooped
One person spoke a sentence, and the other person followed. If they didn’t know how to speak, they would make up their own stories.
The ancestors told the little girl with tears and snot, and their tone was indescribably gentle.
"The ancestral temple is shining with golden light!"
"What a big and shining golden light."
The guards were dumbfounded.
The great tyrant and the civil and military officials were confused.
This year, the ancestors appeared, and this time the ancestor worship was completely different.
There has been no special situation in the worship for so many years, but today the situation is uninterrupted. The great tyrant thought quietly, what is different this year?
The ancestor worship process and the offerings are the same.
The only difference is that this year there is A-bao.
Could it be...
The great tyrant understood, is this the ancestors celebrating the birth of A-bao?
Outside the ancestral temple, at dawn, after the ancestral worship was over, the great tyrant withdrew with the civil and military officials.
They had no idea that their revered ancestors had told Abao bedtime stories all night, and Abao slept really well.
Just after dawn, it began to snow, and Di Hongluan, who was copying Buddhist scriptures in the small square, seemed to have been forgotten.
Everyone had left, and she had not yet copied the Buddhist scriptures a hundred times. In addition, the snow covered Di Hongluan.
Di Hongluan's hands hurt, her legs were numb, her eyes hurt, and her heart hurt even more.
Wuwuwu.
She swore that she would never curse Di Jiaoyang again, and she just cursed him silently in her heart.
Abao slept all day and did not wake up until the evening.
Outside the temple, the snow stopped, and the maids began to clear the snow from the ancestral temple.
"My goodness, who is this? Why is he so ignorant? Why is he making a snowman in front of the ancestral temple?" Two maids came forward together, both very surprised. The ancestral temple was unattended only today, because there were many people worshipping their ancestors, so there was no need for so many guards.
On weekdays, this place is the most strict, and outsiders are not allowed to come.
Everyone in the palace knows this rule. Now that this little snowman has appeared here, it must have been made by a naughty child.
"Hurry up and shovel it
away. If the master finds out, we will be in big trouble." One of them said. The other nodded, and the two of them shoveled the snowman's butt with a shovel each.
"Ouch, it hurts, who is it, who dares to hit me!"
The two palace maids were about to exert force when they heard a voice, "Hong'er, did you hear someone talking?"
"Sister Lu, I heard it, I heard it, there is... no one around, who made that sound, could it be a ghost?"
Lu'er: "How can there be a ghost, this is the ancestral temple!"
Hong'er: "Never mind, let's shovel first, let's leave this place quickly after clearing the snow."
"Shovel, shovel, shovel! Who dares to shovel me?" Di Hongluan was almost mad to death, and roared, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she swallowed a big mouthful of snow. Her limbs were already frozen stiff and she couldn't move, and now even her intestines and stomach were chilled.
"Who are you pretending to be a ghost? I'm going to slap you to death!" Without saying a word, Hong'er slapped the little snowman on the head with an iron grab.
Di Hongluan's head hurt so much from being slapped, "Ahhh! It's this princess! I! Di Hongluan!"
"Princess...Princess?" The two little palace maids were shocked. No, why is the princess here?
Di Hongluan paused for a while, and was furious. She was finally able to move. She turned around, raised her head, and glared at the two people fiercely.
She wiped the snow off her face, and the two palace maids saw her in the dim night.
"It's really the princess, my God, princess, why are you here as a snowman? We didn't recognize you just now, princess, please don't be angry."
Don't be angry!
She couldn't be less angry!
Why is she here?
Can she say that she was punished by the Queen Mother to copy the Buddhist scriptures a hundred times and she is frozen here like a fool?
She didn't want to be a snowman either, but she was frozen.
Now, these two blind men are hitting her butt and face with an iron shovel. She is really, not as angry as she is now in the whole day. She is so angry that she is going to die.
But this is in the ancestral temple. Di Hongluan doesn't want to cause trouble, so she can only grit her teeth secretly, "You two blind men, why don't you come and support this princess."
It hurts, it hurts so much, sob, sob, she hurts all over now, she really regrets it, why did she steal Buddhist scriptures in Huguo Temple when she had nothing to do.
The two palace maids looked at each other and helped Di Hongluan away.
When Feng Zhuo carried Abao out, Abao saw the scene in front of him with sharp eyes, "Eh."
[Isn't that the little heroine? My good man, she must be frozen silly, hahahaha]
Abao was happy in misfortune.
Feng Zhuo carried Abao back to Yihe Palace, and Concubine De came out to greet him with a smile on her face.
Abao called sweetly, "My dear."
[I miss you so much after not seeing you for a day]
Concubine De smiled and saw Feng Zhuo, "Eh, why are you taking the little princess, where is the boy Emperor Zi'an?"
Feng Zhuo: ???
He was stunned for a moment, "My Majesty, Concubine De, I didn't see the seventh prince."
"Then where did you pick up the little princess? Didn't the seventh prince take the little princess out to play for a day?" Since returning from the dawn worship of the ancestors until now in the evening, Abao has not been seen all day. Concubine De thought that Emperor Zi'an had stolen Abao out of the palace again. It was not
until Feng Zhuo came back with A Bao that she realized something was wrong.
[Ah! Mother must not know that I slept in the ancestral temple for a day and a night]
De Fei: "..."
(⊙o⊙)...
A, ancestral temple?
[Oh, I can't tell mother, or she will beat me again]
De Fei turned her head and looked at the little girl in her arms. A Bao grinned, "My dear, hug me."
[Well, mother won't find out, right? No, right? ]
[Feng Zhuo didn't say anything, and I won't say anything either, but why do I feel that mother's eyes are weird?]
Defei winked at Zhilan and handed Abao to her, "Little lunatic, where did you go?"
"The ancestral temple." Feng Zhuo guessed at a glance that Defei had already discovered what happened last night, so he told her the truth and told her everything from beginning to end.
He understood the mother's worry about her daughter.
After hearing this, Defei breathed a sigh of relief, as long as Abao was okay.
This time it was also her fault for not keeping an eye on Abao.
At night, Qianqing Palace.
The great tyrant slept very uneasily tonight. After offering sacrifices to the ancestors today, he went to Yu's study to review memorials for the day. When he went to bed at night, he dreamed of the late emperor and the ancestors without realizing it.
"Son, my good son." The late emperor hugged the great tyrant and cried loudly.
The tyrant stood in the white mist, dumbfounded, "Dad, is someone bullying you in the underworld?"
No, I just finished offering sacrifices to my ancestors today, and burned a lot of gold ingots and silver coins.
"No, no, no, no one bullied me, I'm just happy, I couldn't help it, so I came to see you and give you some advice."
The tyrant looked confused. To be honest, this was the first time he dreamed of his father since his father ascended to heaven.
"Dad, what are you happy about?"
He has been gone for so many years, and suddenly he has something to be happy about in his dream? ?
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