Quick Transmigration: The host wants to die

Chapter 579 Uncle Emperor, Can You Help Me?

Chapter 579 Uncle Emperor, Can You Help Me?

Chapter 609 Uncle Emperor, Can You Help Me?

Although the Xiang nobles are not good at cooking, they still do a good job of embroidery.

During this period of time, as long as the spirit is good, the Xiang nobles will take the cloth to cut and embroider.

Ruan Xiaoli didn't care about what she was doing either, he thought it was just boring embroidery or something, but he didn't expect to make a suit of clothes for her.

The clothes are made of light blue material, with delicate patterns embroidered on the cuffs and tail of the clothes.

The material of this clothes is still stolen.

The nobleman from Xiang took the clothes and gestured at her: "This clothes can't be worn out, but can be worn in the yard. This is a New Year's gift from your mother. Wear new clothes for the New Year. Let's wear this dress tonight to watch the New Year."

Ruan Xiaoli stood obediently and asked her to gesture.

"Li'er has grown a little taller these days. Fortunately, I also made this dress a little longer. It seems to fit me well. Li'er will change it later to see if it fits." Xianggui said softly. .

Ruan Xiaoli looked at the bent Xiang nobleman, her face was still pale but much better than before.

Ruan Xiaoli took a deep look at her, then nodded: "Okay, I'll boil hot water now and put on new clothes after I take a shower."

"Mom, have you made yourself new clothes?"

The Xiang nobleman shook his head: "No, I just made myself a handkerchief."

Li'er brought back three bolts of fabric, but Xianggui was not willing to make clothes for herself, and she didn't have the energy to do it either.

People who are about to die, it is better to save this material for Li'er.

Ruan Xiaoli frowned, she herself can embroider and make clothes, she has this knowledge in her head.

Otherwise, she would still make new clothes for Xianggui, who haven't worn new clothes for many years.

Ruan Xiaoli was very busy all day today, busy cooking the New Year's Eve dinner, boiling water for a bath and changing into new clothes, and then being dragged and tossed by the Xiang nobles.

Ruan Xiaoli looked a little nervous.

Xianggui is really energetic today, which is not a good sign.

You must know that there is a saying called back to the light...

Sure enough, something happened that afternoon.

The Xiang nobleman coughed violently. After coughing up blood, she had difficulty breathing and fell into a coma. She was dying.

Ruan Xiaoli wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and went out with a cold face.

It's already night now, and the Lenggong is completely dark, but Qiandian is full of bright lights everywhere, full of the sound of singing, dancing and music.

At the banquet in the main hall, singing and dancing were held to promote peace, and the concubines, the prince's heirs, and ministers sat in the hall to toast and drink.

The whole palace is bustling, everyone is dressed in jewels, and the tables are full of human delicacies.

Even the maids and eunuchs serving in the palace are dressed festively.

The dancers in the center of the hall dance beautiful dance music, and the musicians on the side of the hall play joyful vocal music with emotion.

This is the banquet.

And there was only one person at the banquet who was a little out of tune with all this.

I saw the desk next to the emperor, His Royal Highness Feng Ancan in blue clothes, sitting there like a Buddha lotus, isolating all the mortal world.

All the dishes on his table are vegetarian, and there is no wine.

The candlesticks placed beside him are also different from those placed by others.

He sat there and no one dared to look at him. This is the Buddha and Holy Son revered by all people, and no one dared to desecrate him.

The emperor hugged his concubine and laughed, drinking a glass of strong wine and looking at Feng Ancan from the corner of his eyes.

The emperor was sulking.

He really became a Buddha.

In Wanmin's mind, he is not the most powerful emperor, nor is he the most admired, but Feng Ancan has a deeper status.

The emperor had never expected such an outcome a few years ago.

The Buddha is bigger than the real dragon.

The sullenness turned into sullenness, and the emperor dissipated the sullenness when he thought that he was sitting in the highest position now.

The emperor is over 40 years old this year. He looks very old because he manages the government all the year round and has no peace every day.

The whole hall was filled with the smell of alcohol.

Feng Ancan frowned indistinctly, a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes.

He never looked around, perhaps because he was bored while sitting, he glanced up at the hall.

The seats in the hall are very particular, the emperor and empress sit on the top seat, followed by His Highness King An.

And the next step is to sit according to the rank of concubine, and the next step is the emperor's heir.

Feng Ancan took a glance and found that there was only one princess among the heirs.

That little girl did not come to the banquet.

She is also a princess, but she has no future.

Feng Ancan knew why it was suitable without even thinking about it. She couldn't eat enough to wear clothes, and was sallow and emaciated from hunger. The child who needed to steal food every day must be a child who was not admitted to the cold palace.

Feng Ancan became restless and got up to leave.

This hall is very noisy.

Naturally someone noticed Feng Ancan leaving, but no one dared to stop her.

A gust of cold wind blew right out of the main hall. The silver charcoal burning inside the main hall made it very warm, but outside it was cold and snowy everywhere.

Feng Ancan stepped on the moccasin boots and walked slowly in the corridor, he planned to go back to the Buddhist hall to chant scriptures.

Feng Ancan asked the eunuch for a lamp, and he walked alone in the snow with a lamp.

During the banquet, all the people were at the main hall, and the imperial garden was very dark and quiet at night.

Feng Ancan stepped on the snow with a lantern and made a sound, then he stopped because he heard a sound.

"Who?"

He spoke in a cold voice.

I saw a figure squatting on the dark rockery, and she came out after squatting there for a while.

Ruan Xiaoli was still wearing the shabby clothes. She was wearing very thin clothes in heavy snow, and she was shivering from the cold.

Feng Ancan frowned: "Why are you here?"

"I'm looking for you." Ruan Xiaoli said in a trembling voice.

She was always afraid of the cold, and the heavy snow in this world froze her into a panic.

Feng Ancan was slightly stunned hearing her immature voice: "What are you looking for? Come here first."

He watched her shivering standing in the snow.

Ruan Xiaoli walked obediently to his side, then reached out and grabbed his clothes: "Uncle Huang, can you help me?"

Feng Ancan is not used to others touching her clothes, to be precise, she is not used to others sticking so close to her.

Feng Ancan was about to let her go, when she lowered her head, she saw the urgency in her eyes.

"What happened?"

"Uncle, you come with me."

Ruan Xiaoli directly and boldly stretched out his hand to hold him, leading him to walk along the same path.

Feng Ancan shivered from her cold hands.

Her hand was like ice, Feng Ancan wanted to shake it off but she held his hand tightly.

"you……"

"Uncle Huang, come with me first, and you'll know what's going on when you arrive." Her tone was a little anxious.

Feng Ancan was forced to follow her footsteps, he glanced at her holding his hand.

Forget it, don't argue with her.

Ruan Xiaoli walked in front and no one saw the secret smile in her eyes, not to mention, this man's hands are really warm.

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(End of this chapter)

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