Chapter 185 Ancestors are furious
The old prince believed that less trouble is better than more trouble, so he could only say, "Thanks to the ancestors, I can't hide it. Last night, the ancestors came to me in a dream..." "
Since the New Year, major events have happened frequently in the palace. Are the ancestors reminding us that the Tiansheng Dynasty is about to send down the national god?" "
It's possible. Isn't it midnight yet? Wait a little longer. Maybe the national god will appear today. Let's wait patiently for the movement in the temple."
The great tyrant sat on the dragon chair, listening to the lively discussions of the civil and military officials, and couldn't help looking at the temple.
Suddenly-
"Your Majesty, the imperial... imperial mausoleum exploded."
The great tyrant stood up suddenly, shocked, and all the civil and military officials were shocked.
"Why did it explode again?"
"Your Majesty, the news just now was wrong. It was a tomb in the small woods next to the imperial mausoleum that exploded."
The great tyrant breathed a sigh of relief.
The hearts of the civil and military officials also fell, and they were scared to death.
"No!" The old prince suddenly said, "Your Majesty, the tomb next to the imperial mausoleum is my ancestral tomb."
The great tyrant: !!! It seems so.
"My God." The old prince was stunned and almost fell to the ground with fear.
In order to give the old prince this face, the great tyrant said: "Uncle Rong, don't worry, I will go with you to see what's going on?"
The civil and military officials looked at each other.
Right Prime Minister: "Your Majesty, I will go with you."
Minister of Personnel: "Your Majesty, I will go too."
Dali Temple Minister, Grand Uncle and others: "Your Majesty, wait for me."
They were all in a hurry to eat melons.
A group of people came to the small woods near the imperial mausoleum and saw the exploded grave.
"Dad, grandpa, ancestors, what's going on?" The old prince had finally recovered his body, but at this moment, he almost collapsed with anger. He saw the grave in front of him, the dust cracked, and even the trees around the grave were not spared.
It was like being struck by lightning.
However, just as the old prince finished crying, the grave in front of him moved again, and a thunder in the sky struck the coffin directly.
The old prince opened his eyes wide, knelt on the ground, and trembled, "Dad! Your coffin lid has been split open. Who has committed this sin?"
"Your Majesty, there is something strange coming from the temple, it seems... someone has broken in." The guards came to report in a hurry.
The great tyrant frowned. The last time there was something strange coming from the temple was when Abao fell asleep in the temple.
The right prime minister: "Your Majesty, the little princess will not go to the temple to sit again, right? But this time, why is there no light in the temple?"
Not only was there no light, but the old prince's ancestral tomb was also blown up.
"Uncle Rong, this matter..."
"Your Majesty, this old minister begs to go to the temple to take a look." The old prince was extremely heartbroken and almost died of anger. His ancestral tomb was blown up, this, this, this... It's a great loss of face!
The ancestor was obviously angry.
"Well, then." The tyrant was confused. On the way to the temple, he was thinking, was it because Po went to the temple that the old prince's ancestral tomb was blown up?
But why did they blow up the old prince's ancestral tomb instead of the imperial mausoleum?
When they arrived at the temple, everyone saw the little princess sitting on the steps, eating small steamed buns one by one.
She was talking to the children standing in two rows on the left and right: "Go... Go."
Everyone: "..."
Just like the eldest brother scolding the younger brother.
The little princess is less than one year old, and she has become the king of children?
"Daddy..." Po was quite surprised to see the tyrant coming.
Di Rongjing was also there.
The tyrant had just taken a step when a little bastard ran out of the temple and stood in front of the little girl with a proud look on his face. "Abao, I just sat on the temple and have been sitting there for a quarter of an hour! Am I awesome?
Grandfather said that you only sat there for a short while last time, so I won this time! Call me boss!"
The tyrant and the civil and military officials finally understood.
Just now...
"Where did you go just now?" The old prince came to his senses and raised his voice.
Rong Yimeng was happily waiting for Abao to call him, but when he heard his grandfather's voice, he was quite surprised. He turned around and saw, "Hey, there are so many people. Grandfather, Uncle Huang, why are you all here? I know, you must know that I went to the temple to sit, and you came to see me specially, right? Hehe."
Rong Yimeng grinned happily.
I heard from the servants in the mansion that the last time Abao sat in the temple, the civil and military officials also came to welcome him, and Uncle Huang was there.
But at that time, they did not return to Beijing, so he did not see it.
But that time, Uncle Huang and the civil and military officials all praised Abao.
So this time... the same situation, these people also came to praise him specially?
That's great!
"A Bao, please call me Boss." Rong Yimeng was obviously still immersed in his own happiness, not knowing how serious the matter was.
"Haha." A Bao laughed heartily and clearly.
[I call you Boss? Let me teach you what Boss is more like that]
A Bao clapped his hands happily, "Clap clap clap hee hee..."
"A Bao, are you scared silly by me?"
"Little bastard!" The old prince shouted, and the sound exploded in Rong Yimeng's ears, scaring Rong Yimeng.
Before he could react, the old prince lifted him up by the collar and asked, "Grandfather, what's wrong with you?"
"I should ask you what's wrong. How dare you sit in the temple? Are you thinking of making trouble, you little bastard?"
"Grandfather, wow wow, if Abao can sit in the temple, why can't I?"
"When the Tenth Princess sits in the temple, smoke comes out of the ancestral tomb. When you sit in the temple, your great grandfather's coffin can't be held down. Why do you say that?" The old prince roared in a low voice.
This was the first time he spoke with such vigor after recovering from his illness.
He never expected that it was directed at his own bear cub.
Rong Yimeng cried so loudly that Prince Rong's head hurt.
"Who gave you the courage to sit in the temple! Are you full and tired?"
"Wuwuwu, I made a bet with my sister Abao, and then..."
"Grandpa, he wants to be the boss of the den." Little Abao grabbed the corner of Prince Rong's clothes, his eyes round.
Prince Rong's old face immediately turned green with fright, "Rong Yimeng!!! Do you want to rebel?"
"This kid, he wants to ride on Abao's head?" The big tyrant lowered his eyes. He usually loved Rong Yimeng very much.
As the only child of the tenth generation of the Rong prince's family, he must be well protected, but this is not a reason for him to ride on Abao's head.
"Uncle Huang, grandfather, I know I was wrong. I will never fight with Abao's sister Rongjing and brother again. I will never dare to do it again."
The old prince snorted coldly, "You will never learn your lesson without a fight. With your ugly appearance, you still want to be Abao's boss and sit in the temple. You are simply trying to piss off our ancestors. Beat them! Beat them to death!"
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