Quick Transmigration: The host wants to die

Chapter 575 You Are My Uncle Emperor

Chapter 605 You Are My Uncle Emperor

Feng Ancan thought for a moment, then her face turned cold for a moment, and said lightly: "Extreme, there are quite a few people in the world who sincerely worship Buddha."

"Really, it's a pity that I'm not in this ranks."

The little girl was rebellious, and Feng Ancan only treated her as a child with no restraint.

Ruan Xiaoli knew that her words had just offended this person, so she didn't continue talking, and just went around the plates to pick out what she liked.

Xiao Evil: "Xiao Li, are you making him angry on purpose?"

"Ah."

This kind of person who has no desires and desires, rather than making him like himself unrealistically, it is better to provoke him directly, as long as he is angered, he will notice himself.

At that time, lead him to see a doctor for the nobleman of Xiang!

Xiao Evil couldn't laugh or cry: "Why don't you try to make him like you, don't use the method of provoking him."

"The only way to deal with him is this way. You said I made him like me? Then what should I do? Pretend to be cute and pitiful or cling to him?"

When Xiao Ei thinks about that scene, he feels that it is not realistic, Ruan Xiaoli never takes this kind of route.

Ruan Xiaoli took a piece of lotus seed cake and ate it. Her fingers were small, and she sat on the ground with a large piece of cake and ate it delicately.

Feng Ancan straightened her posture, closed her eyes and recited Buddhist scriptures silently.

There was a sound of wooden fishes coming from outside the palace.

Ruan Xiaoli ate slowly, listening to the sound of wooden fish outside.

She is calm, listening to these voices will not be impetuous.

She left when she was full after eating, and she took a plate of food when she left.

The palace was completely quiet, Feng Ancan opened her eyes and looked sideways at the place where a plate was missing.

"greedy."

When you are full, take it away, even the plates.

Feng Ancan glanced at it and then closed her eyes.

It wasn't until midnight that Feng Ancan got up to leave the main hall. Immediately after he left, someone went in to clean it.

Someone found that a plate was missing, and suddenly felt puzzled.

How could there be less dishes?
And these foods are also eaten.

In addition to worshiping the Buddha, these foods are also edible for His Royal Highness King An.

So they don't think it's strange that there is something missing these nights.

But why is there one less plate today?
Could it be that there are thieves.

"Impossible, impossible. His Royal Highness Wang An has been here in the first half of the night. It is impossible for a thief to enter. The people below must have brought in a plate less."

After cleaning, the eunuchs went out.

And the row of monks sitting outside the house has changed again, even in the middle of the night, the incense and the sound of wooden fishes have not stopped.

……

Since that day, Feng Ancan has a child who visits her every night when she recites sutras.

She only comes here every night.

After she came, she didn't shy away from it, she didn't hide it anymore.

He just sat on the ground and ate, holding the pastry in his hand, eating delicately.

Feng Ancan was a little worried at first that she would be very noisy, but it turned out that the child was unusually quiet.

She didn't talk all evening unless there was something to talk about.

For several days when she came, she just sat on the ground and ate her fill, then took some things and left, hardly talking to him.

But occasionally I would chat with him a few words.

"Who the hell are you? Those monks are chanting scriptures outside, but you are chanting in the hall, and you still have long hair. You shouldn't be a monk, right?"

Ruan Xiaoli sat cross-legged beside him, she was already thin and thin, but sitting beside him made her even smaller.

Feng Ancan opened her eyes and looked sideways: "What do you think I am?"

His tone was very flat, but it was rare that he wanted to tease her.

Sitting next to him, Ruan Xiaoli could smell the sandalwood fragrance on his body.

Ruan Xiaoli took a bite of the pastry, ate it slowly, and said, "You are Folian."

Folian, what countless people call him, he has heard countless times.

But hearing the child's faint words today, Feng Ancan's heart trembled inexplicably.

Her tone was very flat, that is, the statement did not show the slightest surprise, nor did she have the slightest hint of hospitality.

Feng Ancan: "Yes."

"I've been thinking hard for the past few days, and only this identity can explain it. I don't usually see you until the Chinese New Year. You are the only one who can come in this palace. I think you are the Son of Buddha Lotus."

Feng Ancan listened to her immature words.

Then she said, "Do you know who I am?"

"I don't know."

Feng Ancan didn't know who she was, but she knew that she was from a high family background, because her face was that of a nobleman.

Ruan Xiaoli lowered his head and said in a lonely voice, "I knew you didn't know who I am, and anyone caught in this palace would not know who I am."

The change in her mood was obvious, Feng Ancan stared at her with a pair of ethereal eyes.

"You don't have to look at me like that, it's actually fine, it's good to be a transparent person, so that others won't remember me and won't bully me." Ruan Xiaoli raised his head again and said with a smirk: "Actually I should call you uncle."

Emperor uncle.

Only the children of the current emperor can be called this title.

So she is a princess.

Feng Ancan probably understood that this was an unfavored princess who had no sense of existence and was even bullied.

Although far away from the palace and in a temple, Feng Ancan still knows the rules of survival in this palace.

If you are not favored, you will be bullied regardless of your birth status.

Feng Ancan looked at her shabby clothes, and her sallow and skinny face, which was obviously enteritis and starving, she must have suffered a lot at such a young age.

"Uncle Emperor? Can I call you that?" she asked.

It seems that she has never been recognized by anyone, so it is a bit tempting to call him the emperor's uncle.

Feng Ancan said lightly: "Of course."

He was originally an uncle and nephew, so he can naturally call himself emperor uncle.

Ruan Xiaoli's eyes showed joy: "Uncle Emperor, fortunately I learned to steal and eat here, so I can know you."

Feng Ancan's eyes flashed.

Does this little girl mean that this is the place where I met her?

But why did he see a small figure standing in the corner when he entered the palace that day?
Feng Ancan looked at this little girl with flowery eyes and her heart sank slightly.

Full of nonsense, the city is extremely deep.

She is by no means as simple as she appears on the surface.

After all, this situation has made her like this.

Ruan Xiaoli approached him and called Uncle Huang several times, and left with some pastries until almost midnight.

Walking on the snow, the little evil in the space said: "You pretended to be innocent, but you didn't pretend to be to the end, so you would give the male protagonist of the world the impression that you are a city man."

Xiao Evil saw that Ruan Xiaoli deliberately pretended to be innocent and showed a hint of city.

Ruan Xiaoli: "Isn't this good? Let him know that I'm bad in the first place, and pave the way for me to do bad things in the future."

(End of this chapter)