We are all reborn, of course we have to overthrow it and start over again to take the whole family f

"lady."

Cuizhi responded, leaned down and put her ear close to Yun.

Yun gave instructions in a low voice, and Cuizhi nodded as she listened. Her expression gradually became serious, and she even hummed a few times from time to time.

"Madam, I understand." Cuizhi took the order and left.

Similarly, Nanny Zhao also received Yun's instructions and went to do the work.

After arranging all this, Yun finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked at her sleeping daughter in her arms, placed her gently on the couch beside her, and swore secretly that she would never let those tragic consequences befall the children.

Perhaps she had made up her mind, she was no longer panicked. Feeling sleepy, she fell asleep peacefully next to Shihua.

Imperial Palace, Imperial Study Room.

Emperor Dewu, Li Yanzhi, had his head buried in a mountain of memorials, reviewing them frantically.

Damn it, these court officials, why do they have to write so many memorials for no reason? Aren’t they afraid of tiring him out? Damn it.

I reviewed most of the memorials, and found that half of them were nonsense, such as "Your Majesty, you must eat on time, you must put on more clothes when it's cold, how are you these days?", "I'm in a good mood these days," etc. None of them were serious.

I'm so angry. I'm not a three-year-old child. I need you "little cuties" to remind me about eating and sleeping.

Zhenzhener deserved to die. Emperor Dewu was so angry that he swept the remaining memorials off the desk.

"Li Sanquan." He called out, and was about to ask his personal eunuch to call a few court officials to scold him to vent his anger. But before he could finish his words, a whiff of extremely fresh and light fragrance wafted towards his nose.

Hmm, what a fragrance, it smells so good...

But before he could finish his muttering, his head tilted and he fell asleep on the desk.

"emperor."

Li Sanquan, who was waiting outside the imperial study, heard someone calling him. He responded hurriedly and walked into the room in small steps.

But he saw that Emperor Dewu had fallen asleep on the table. He did not dare to wake the emperor, nor did he dare to leave. He could only cheer up and stand by the side waiting.

"Stinky boy."

An angry shout came at him head-on, and Emperor Dewu was so frightened that he sat up straight immediately.

"Who is so stupid as to call me that?"

Emperor Dewu's morning grumpiness was a little serious, but in response, he was hit on the head again.

Now he was confused. Is it popular to beat the emperor now?

He was angry, really angry. His eyes were wide open, and he looked up to see which idiot had the guts to do that.

But the one who hit him was a white-haired old man, also wearing a brocade dragon robe embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon.

Oh my god, Dad! My dear dad.

The one who beat him was his biological father who had passed away more than 20 years ago. And behind his father stood five, six, seven or eight old men. Each of them pointed at him with an angry look.

Oh my god, I have disturbed my grandfather. This is not his grandfather, great-grandfather, great-great-grandfather, great-great-great-grandfather...

Emperor Dewu was panicked and quickly stood up and saluted, "Father..."

"Alright, alright, stop with these useless nonsense, you little bastard. The big lucky star of Daliang has come, and you don't even know how to welcome him."

The person who spoke seemed to be his great-grandfather who had an even hotter temper.

"That's right, little brat. If you can't handle this overwhelming national fortune, even a coffin lid can't hold me down. Just wait and see how I'm going to deal with you."

"As for me, don't think I can't deal with you just because I'm old. I can still whip you with sparks and lightning."

"..."

In an instant, Emperor Dewu was overwhelmed by a group of old men (ancestors).

"Son, son, oh no, grandson, no, I dare not. My ancestors, can you please tell me where the lucky star was born? I will find her and worship her like a bodhisattva..."

Emperor Dewu bowed in front of everyone, but his vision was inexplicably blurry. When he opened his eyes, he found that he had been lying on the table, dozed off, and had a dream.

It must have been a dream. The pain on the back of his head is still buzzing. Well, it's better to believe it than not. Send someone to check and see which children were born in the capital today.

Daxiangguo Temple.

An old monk with white beard and white eyebrows has been standing on the mountain wall in a daze for half a day.

"Master, you've been standing here for a long time. It's cold. Go back now!"

A young monk with a handsome face but a very thin body tugged at the old monk's wide robe and said weakly.

He is the fifth prince Li Xuan. Born at an inauspicious time, he has a physique that attracts evil spirits. He has been easily disturbed by evil spirits since childhood, and he almost lost his life several times.

In the palace, mothers are honored by their sons, and the prince is the imperial concubine's talisman. In order to ensure that this only talisman grows up safely, his biological mother, Concubine Rong, begged the emperor to give her the advice of an expert and foster her in the Daxiangguo Temple.

The temple contained treasures that could protect the country, and was filled with Buddhist energy that could ward off all evil spirits, enough to ensure that he would grow to adulthood.

Li Xuan was a prince of noble status. After entering the temple, he became a young monk following Master Hui Jing.

Hui Jing, with his white beard and eyebrows, was still so excited that his heart had not yet calmed down. The corners of his mouth were twitching as he muttered to himself.

"Lucky star, lucky star has finally been born safely. Smell this extremely fresh fragrance, hmm, it cleanses the soul, and there is also this golden light of merit all over the sky, oh my god, oh my god..."

The young monk looked at the sky which was the same as usual, then looked at the somewhat crazy old monk, and sniffed in confusion.

No, there is no fragrance, golden light or anything like that! Oh no, Master has also been bewitched by the evil spirit.

The young monk ran away and wanted to ask other senior monks in the temple to come and exorcise the evil spirit for his master.

The old monk Hui Jing did not move at all. He was still immersed in the golden light of merit in the sky. He even felt a little proud that he had received a pearl to ensure the safe arrival of the lucky star.

The Mansion of the Marquis of Loyalty.

In the Yun family's courtyard, the two kids were discussing something with their heads facing each other.

"Sister, it's not good to go like this. Mother will scold us." Xiahou Xunyou twisted his fat body and took a bite of the roasted chicken leg in his hand while speaking.

"Just take a look. My grandmother came just now, and I would feel uneasy if I didn't take a look."

Xiahou Houyue replied, she was wearing a light green brocade skirt, about eleven or twelve years old, her small body was so thin that it seemed that a gust of wind would blow it down, although she was not yet fully grown, she also had a heavenly figure.

"Miss San, Mr. Si, what are you doing?"

Cuizhi's voice suddenly sounded behind them, scaring the two little ones so much that they immediately turned around and stood up. Xiahou Xunyou was so nervous that he almost dropped the chicken leg in his hand.

"Oh, Sister Cuizhi, mother gave birth to a younger sister, and my fourth brother and I want to come and see mother and sister."

Hou Yue bowed her head and whispered in response. According to the rules in Beijing, newborn babies are not allowed to be seen by strangers.

"Oh, I see. Then the two young masters, please follow me."

Cuizhi pursed her lips. She knew that the Third Young Miss was intelligent. She must have heard something about what had just happened, and she would be worried if she didn't come to take a look.

The two children entered Yun's bedroom, and she was already awake. Shihua, who was still sleeping, smelled the rich aroma of roasted chicken legs, and opened her eyes with a very unpromising "boo", sniffing with her little nose, looking for the source of the fragrance.

"I've met mother. I hope I'm feeling better."

The two children bowed to Yun, planted flowers, and found the source of the fragrance in time.

The golden and fragrant roasted chicken leg was firmly held in Xiahou Xunyou's fat little hand.

Xiahou Shihua took a look at him. Xiahou Xunyou was about nine years old. His plump body made his luxurious floral robe look round and round, like a moving flower ball. His facial features were regular. If they were not deformed by the fat, he would be a good-looking kid.

Xiahou Shihua: Oh, this should be my tragic and unfortunate fourth brother, Xiahou Xunyou, the fat otaku who died a very miserable death.