klisemfg Chapter 476 My Poor Uncle
Chapter 476 My Poor Uncle
Xiao Yining, who was in the darkness, felt dizzy and his feet seemed to be bound by invisible shackles, hanging upside down in the air. His head was swollen and painful, and the discomfort of congestion invaded every inch of his nerves.
In this chaos and confusion, Xiao Yining subconsciously reached out and touched her head randomly. After a moment, she finally opened her heavy eyelids with difficulty, and then a pair of deep and inquiring eyes instantly came into her sight.
She looked at the extremely familiar eyes and was stunned for a moment. Suddenly, she felt as if she had been in another world. A voice in her heart also rang quietly: Great, it's a living uncle...
When the owner of those eyes saw the little kid finally wake up, his brows relaxed, a smile of joy appeared on the corners of his mouth, and he ordered in a deep voice: "Cui Xiangyang, come and take his pulse quickly."
As soon as she finished speaking, little Yining felt dizzy again, and the next moment, she fell on a warm and strong leg, and her little hand was gently lifted up.
Sheng Jingchen lowered his eyes to look at the little kid who was staring at him blankly. His brows, which had been relaxed, furrowed again, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes. He couldn't help but glance at the imperial physician who was taking his pulse and asked, "How is it?"
Cui Xiangyang immediately knelt down and shouted: "Your Majesty, you are protected by a real dragon, and your power is unparalleled! With just a little effort, you can repel all the evil spirits, ghosts, monsters and monsters!"
Sheng Jingshen: ...
Xiao Yining was also brought back to her senses by this passionate voice.
The little kid, who had cried several times in the book, stretched out her little hand as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw, tightly grasped the emperor's clothes, and cried with relief that she had survived the disaster: "Uncle, Qingjie thought she would never see you again in this life, but fortunately you are still alive and well."
The little baby's cry was so mournful and sincere that everyone was moved.
Sheng Jingchen showed a hint of surprise on his face. He looked at the crying kid in his arms with amazement, and then said with a smile: "Uncle forgot to tell Sister Qing that he arrested those rebels, which made Sister Qing worried."
Pei Dafu, who was standing by, also stepped forward and complimented, "Your Majesty treats the young lady like a granddaughter, so the young lady naturally thinks of Your Majesty all the time. As the saying goes, the love between a grandparent and a grandchild is deep, and blood is thicker than water. This is the most genuine and pure love in the world."
Then he turned to the crying child and said, "Little Miss, you have been unconscious for several days. His Majesty has been worried about you day and night. He has no time to take care of his own injuries and has punished several doctors!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Sheng Jingchen glanced at the person who spoke with a slightly unhappy look, and lightly scolded: "Shut up!"
Then the emperor's gaze fell on the kneeling man.
Cui Xiangyang noticed the gaze and immediately leaned forward to reply, "Miss Lin was previously possessed by a ghost, but now that she has awakened, she is generally fine. Your Majesty can rest assured. However, it would be safer if she could stay by your side for a day and absorb more of the true dragon's energy."
The emperor's eyes twitched uncontrollably, and he just hummed lightly in response to such absurd words. Then he glanced at the man on the ground with a bit of disgust and said, "Get lost."
Cui Xiangyang wiped the sweat from his forehead quickly as if he had been pardoned, and crawled out.
The man's hurried departure did not attract Xiao Yining's attention. At this moment, she slowly calmed herself down and began to look around.
She was shocked to realize that this was not the imperial palace she was familiar with, but rather the royal palace. The emperor was wearing a nightgown with a dark dragon pattern. His hair, which should have been tied up, was now a little messy, and there was a snow-white bandage wrapped around his head. He looked a little haggard.
She couldn't help but raise her hand to touch the emperor's wound, but then she withdrew her hand in fear, sniffed, and said sadly: "Grandpa is injured!"
"No problem." Sheng Jingchen replied indifferently.
"You will stay in the palace with your uncle today, and I will send you home tomorrow."
After saying this, the emperor glanced at Pei Dafu and continued to instruct: "Go and inform Princess Jiahe, and ask her to pack her bags and leave the capital with me as soon as possible."
Pei Dafu raised his eyes to glance at the grandparents and grandchildren, with a helpless look on his face, but still responded with a yes, bowed, and walked out.
After the emperor finished giving his orders, he noticed the little kid's puzzled gaze on him, and he said in a gentle voice: "Most of the refugees on the road have dispersed, and it's time for Sister Qing to return to her tribe. When you return, come to the palace to visit your uncle."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yining withdrew her gaze with a sense of disappointment. She knew in her heart that behind the words "as soon as possible" that her uncle had said before, there were probably countless bloody storms hidden.
Unfortunately, these were not things she could know, so she could only say with concern: "Uncle, you must be well, Qingjie will come back to accompany you in the future!"
Hearing this, Sheng Jingchen couldn't help but feel warm in his heart. He nodded slightly, and saw that the little kid wanted to say something to him but stopped, and then closed his mouth in distress. He couldn't help but find it funny: "Qing Jie'er, what do you want to say to your uncle?"
Xiao Yining frowned in depression. She was so confused that she didn't know how to start.
What happened in the past few days made her deeply realize the huge influence of the heroine, but here, the only big thing she did was to set fire to the street, and there was no other trace of her. In addition, she grew slowly under suppression.
If she, a three-year-old girl, said that this person had problems, how could others believe her? She might even make others think that she was spreading rumors and misleading others at such a young age.
The little girl's mind kept flashing back to the scene of the pioneer time travelers being engulfed by fire when they first arrived here. The emperor's coffin that shocked her also appeared in her mind, and her eyes revealed complex emotions.
She stared at the emperor like this. Although the emperor looked indifferent, the concern in his eyes could not be deceived. She hesitated for a moment and shouted, "Uncle..."
Sheng Jingchen raised the corner of his mouth slightly, patted the kid's back soothingly, and pretended to listen attentively.
Seeing this, Xiao Yining finally mustered up the courage to speak: "Uncle, my father...is not a good person."
After saying this, the little girl leaned listlessly in the emperor's arms, secretly cursing herself for being a coward who was afraid of death. She only dared to remind the emperor of this sentence in order to plant a small seed of suspicion so that the emperor would not trust her father too much.
Unexpectedly, when she said this, Sheng Jingchen's eyes first flashed with surprise, and then he laughed happily and nodded in agreement: "Qing Jie'er is right, your father is really not a good person."
There was a hint of teasing in the laughter, and some unknown deep meaning hidden in the words.
Xiao Yining: ...
The little boy looked up in astonishment, and saw the emperor's deep eyes gleaming with admiration, and he did not stop talking: "Your father, a mere scholar, caused chaos in the royal court and even got rid of your uncle's shadow guard. If he was a good and law-abiding person, he would never be able to do such a thing."
Xiao Yining was immediately anxious and hurriedly explained: "Uncle, I mean my father wants to be a treacherous minister."
Sheng Jingchen was stunned when he heard this. He stared at the anxious little face of the little kid and was a little dazed for a moment.
After a while, he sighed softly, "Qing Jie'er, if your father cared about the people of the world, loved the common people, and always kept the country in his heart, then even if he wanted to be a treacherous minister, your uncle would definitely not blame him."
How can this be compared?
"What if...what if he wants to kill my uncle?" Little Yining lowered his head guiltily, hesitatingly and asked in a muffled voice.
As soon as he finished speaking, a big hand fell on the little kid's depressed head and touched it soothingly.
The emperor only sighed deeply, his tone full of helplessness and melancholy: "If that day really comes, it can only be that your uncle is tired of this world."
Xiao Yining's heart trembled suddenly, and she quickly looked up at the emperor. However, at this moment, all she saw was the emperor's eyes full of love.
But at this moment, an indescribable feeling of sadness surged into her little heart.