Tyrant, he wants to spoil me

Chapter 1074 Xue Chengcheng's Death

The world is full of fragrance in April.

The locust trees in the cold palace are lush with branches and leaves, and the shadow of the whirling wind passes by, rustling into the palace.

Ran Ran took novice steps, staggered up the embroidered pier, and reached for the snacks on the plate to eat.

It was pear flower cake made by Xue Chengcheng himself. After several days, it was already cold and dry.

He took two bites ignorantly, then turned back and climbed onto the wooden couch.

Xue Chengcheng lay motionless on the couch, his temples were gray, his cheeks and abdomen were faintly bruised and swollen, his skin was incredibly soft, and his body emitted a disgusting stench.

"Grandmother..." Ran Ran brought the snack to Xue Chengcheng's lips, "Grandma, eat, cake..."

There were still a lot of snacks scattered beside Xue Chengcheng's pillow, which Ran Ran had fed her but she couldn't eat.

Ran Ran puzzled and tilted his head, held the pear cake and thought for a while, then carefully continued to eat the rest of the cake.

In the side hall of the cold palace, several court ladies are sitting together playing mahjong.

One of them played a card and said with a smile: "The empress dowager is getting older, but her temper is becoming more and more eccentric and stubborn, she won't let us enter the palace to serve, and she won't let us get close to that little bastard, as if we are afraid that we will hurt that little bastard. "

"Isn't it? The older she gets, the more confused she becomes. She doesn't care about her own son, but she regards that little bastard as a treasure. She is always suspicious. She will say that we are assassins sent by Nangong Nana, and that Concubine Hua is going to kill her grandson. It's ridiculous. Already!"

"Hey, I'm crazy!"

A palace lady in a pink shirt took out copper coins to pay the winner, and said with some hesitation: "Speaking of which, we haven't seen the Empress Dowager for a few days. Why don't we go to the palace to see her?"

The maids looked at each other and went to the palace together.

The moment the palace door was pushed open, the stench of corpses rushed over. The empress dowager had passed away for many days, and her corpse was bruised and swollen. The little bastard was sitting beside her holding a pear cake, and was carefully eating it.

The maids turned pale with fright, and knelt on the ground with a "plop". In the end, it was the older one who had seen the world, and rushed out of the cold palace crying, shouting "The Empress Dowager's funeral".

Ran Ran sat obediently, unable to understand the meaning of "the empress dowager's funeral".

He ate the last piece of pear cake that Xue Chengcheng made before he died, secretly thinking that his grandmother just fell asleep and would wake up to play with him after a while.

……

Royal study.

Su Runmo, Xiao Tingxiu, and Wu Song were all there, sitting on armchairs one by one, silently staring at the little guy crawling around on the carpet.

Ran Ran cried while crawling, pouted his buttocks and looked for his grandmother everywhere, but no one answered him.

Su Runmo stroked his wide sleeves, "The empress dowager's funeral is not difficult to deal with, but this little thing is difficult to deal with. By the way, Mr. Xiang doesn't have a child under his knees, why don't we take him back and raise him?"

Xiao Tingxiu looked at him calmly, "The national teacher doesn't have a child, why don't you take him back and raise him?"

Wu Song casually repaired the flower branches, and said lightly: "The emperor has slept for a long time, our family thinks, it's better to report this matter to Qianhe Palace and let him decide for himself."

Su Runmo smiled sarcastically, "He made a decree that no one is allowed to enter the Qianhe Palace to disturb him, and anyone who violates the law will be punished. Dare I ask Mr. Wu, how should we report him?"

Wu Song laughed twice, "The law does not blame the public."

Everyone pondered for a moment, and they agreed to his suggestion.

Su Runmo ordered the guards to break open the gate of the palace. The Qianhe Palace has been sealed off for more than a month. The palace is overgrown and desolate, and there is no sign of half of the maids and servants.

Wu Song walked into the bedroom with Ran Ran in his arms, the windows in the hall were closed tightly, the light was very dim, and the silence was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

There is a strange fragrance in the temple, which is rich and calming, making people drowsy.

Wu Song shared a few Qingxin Pills with others, which slightly weakened the effect of the strange fragrance.

They looked at the dragon couch. Clothes and boots were thrown randomly beside the couch. The dragon tents were closed tightly, and their king was probably still sleeping soundly.

Su Runmo silently made a "please" gesture to Wu Song.

Wu Song raised his eyebrows, obviously he spoke beautifully when he was in the imperial study, but he still didn't dare to disturb Xiao Tingchen when the situation came to an end, so he coughed lightly twice, and mouthed "why come back sometime".

But Xiao Tingxiu had already sat down on the embroidered pier calmly, and had no intention of leaving at all.

Su Runmo and Wu Song pushed and shoved for a while, Ran Ran woke up, and suddenly howled at the top of his voice, "Grandma... woo woo woo, I want grandma, grandma!"

The three were startled.

Wu Song subconsciously covered Ran Ran's mouth, and looked nervously at the dragon couch.

After a while, a long sigh came from the dragon tent.

Not long after, a long and slender palm with well-defined joints slowly lifted the curtain.

Xiao Tingchen's upper body was bare, with black silk on one side, his evil face was full of dissatisfaction, and his peach blossom eyes could faintly see bloodshot eyes.

He looked at the few people without emotion, his voice was low and cold: "What's going on?"

Saying this, as if afraid that they would disturb Su Jiu, he pulled up the bright yellow satin and covered the girl sleeping on the side of the dragon couch tightly.

Wu Song and others hurriedly knelt down and saluted.

The three stared at each other and stared at you for a long time, until Xiao Tingchen's patience was about to run out, and it was Xiao Tingxiu who reported the news of Xue Chengcheng's funeral.

After the report, except for Ran Ran who was still crying, the whole palace fell into silence again.

Xiao Tingchen sat down beside the dragon couch without making a sound, and conveniently covered the curtain for Su Jiu.

He lit his pipe and swallowed with eyes closed.

He has been slovenly during this period of time, and the black and blue stubble growing on his chin made him a little haggard and carefree.

Finally had enough, he said in a hoarse voice: "They are all the most powerful officials in the imperial court, what about the funeral, do you still need me to teach you?"

Wu Songgong said: "It's not that I don't know how to hold a funeral, but that I don't know how to deal with Su Ran."

Xiao Tingchen glanced at the little guy in his arms.

The little guy had been left unattended for the past two days or so, with saliva and pastry icing on his clothes, kicking his legs and punching his fists, crying for his grandmother in a milky voice.

He motioned for Wu Song to hand over Su Ran.

He held the little guy by the back collar with one hand, and looked at him in mid-air, "Grandmother? What kind of thing are you? What kind of grandmother is Xue Chengcheng?"

The little guy could understand very limited words, but he felt that the man in front of him was bullying him, so he just pursed his mouth and cried loudly.

Xiao Tingchen was so quarreled that his head hurt, he threw him to Wu Song, and said coldly: "Throw him into the cold palace, just ask two maids to take care of him. Is such a trivial matter worth bothering me?"

He was about to continue on the couch when the tomb suddenly appeared in the hall.

She stood with her sword in her arms, "Your Majesty, there is news from Southern Xinjiang."

Xiao Tingchen paused.

The tomb continued: "Madame Guo said that she gave the flower soul to Miss Su in order to save her life. As for how to wake up, she is helpless. She also said that if someone in the world can make Su If the girl wakes up, it must be that master of traditional Chinese medicine, Lu Qing."

(End of this chapter)