The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

Chapter 727: The little ancestor saved the country by crying (1)

It was her father.

He was the father of her thousand-year-old son of Buddha.

The father who chose to be annihilated for the sake of the fairy mother.

“There are words, there are words, do you see them? There were words just now!” Yang pinfeng exclaimed and stretched his head over to take a look. He could only see what was heartless and what was affectionate.

Lulu, however, crumpled the silk cloth into a ball and stuffed it into his arms.

“You don’t have the root of wisdom, your eyes are rotten from looking at it.” Lulu lied with a straight face as he slid down from his chair.

“Pack up the desserts for me.” After he finished speaking, he slowly walked towards the door.

When she turned around, her face fell.

To live a long life without any emotions.

Every inch of his body was hurt.

Lulu didn’t quite understand what it meant, but the Golden words on it made him feel as if his heart was being squeezed.

“Father, are you trying to tell Lulu something?” Lulu murmured softly, but she did not quite understand.

Lulu sat in the Yang family’s carriage, lost in thought.

She still remembered that her godmother had asked her Godfather a few times.

“Why didn’t the lifespan I gave them in private work? Could it be that the heavenly Dao detected it and set things right?”

“But something’s not right. His original lifespan has been shortened. Unless …”

“Unless they used some secret technique to shorten their lifespans. But the two of them are about to turn into ashes, what else is there to worry about …” His godmother’s expression was not good at that time.

After exchanging a glance with their Godfather, they suddenly turned their heads and looked at Jiang huailu, who was pretending to be asleep.

There was nothing they couldn’t let go of. The person who once loved the world was only left with a child.

She was a child who had yet to see the evil of the world.

At that time, godmother had always suspected that her father and mother had calculated something and accelerated the burning of their lifespans.

How could Lulu not know the reason why he was holding the White silk cloth?

It was this white silk cloth. Her father must have calculated something, but he didn’t dare to reveal the secrets of heaven.

The little girl sat in the carriage, holding the silk cloth and crying.

“Wuwuwuwu …” She missed her father and her mother so much.

The little girl leaned against the window and secretly cried.

The shadow guards who had been following her and protecting her all the way were stunned.

“Why did you suddenly cry?”

“Quickly report to His Majesty.”

The shadow guards panicked, while Lulu cried miserably.

“Send me back to the eastern Palace.” Lulu said in a sobbing voice.

The coachman immediately made a turn and sent them to the eastern Palace.

The wet nurse was a little worried. No one knew what had happened to the little girl. She had clearly been very happy just now.

He was nervous and worried.

“Report back to Xia Jian and say that young lady will return to the eastern Palace for a few days. I’ll return to the Xia family to visit Madam another day.” The old maidservant sent the maidservant back to report.

The moment the carriage stopped, the little girl jumped out of the carriage and went in crying.

The eastern Palace was shocked.

In the Imperial study.

Due to the urgency of the situation and the fact that the late Emperor had been harmed by an evil spirit, no one dared to stop the spirit for too long.

In just four or five days, the late Emperor was buried in the Imperial mausoleum.

Lu huaijiang had just returned to the Imperial study to discuss matters with the officials.

The flood in Jiangnan was an urgent matter.

Because of the late Emperor’s death, the local officials used the busy court as an excuse to suppress the matter and not report it.

The refugees who fled the famine had all arrived outside the capital.

The young Emperor flew into a rage in the Imperial study. The memorials fell one after another, smashing the heads of the old officials in front of them.

“So what if the late Emperor died? You actually dare to hide such a thing as the flood, this one thinks that you can’t keep your heads down, right?” The young Emperor’s eyes were dark, and the ministers were suppressed by his aura.

The little eunuch who was waiting on him shivered.