The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

   Chapter 1575

  Jiang’s house.

   "This morning, the old lady will stop eating."

   "Even Your Majesty has sent people to ask several times. When things are done, your Majesty will come to the mansion."

   "Let’s let someone prepare everything they need."

  The old lady of the Jiang family, Jiang Huaian.

  Now I am 80 years old. After all, I can’t stand this cold winter.

  "Don’t worry, I will burn you paper money and burn the mansion ten years in advance. Yes, yes, I went to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to open an account first. Don’t worry."

   "Several children and grandchildren from Fuzhong are back."

  A group of children and grandchildren knelt in front of Jiang Huaian's couch and wept. Old man Jiang, whose hair and beard are all white, is extremely indifferent.

  Jiang Huaian, from a desolate young man who was ransacked, walked step by step to the position of Shoufu.

   assisted four emperors.

  The main reason is that the emperor abdicated too quickly. They were in their prime of life, and the children abdicated when they grew up.

  But no one can shake Lord Jiang’s position in the court.

  The emperor hurried over from the palace.

  Jiang’s family came and went, and everyone was sad.

  But it's not very sad either.

  Soon, all sons and grandchildren are here.

  The old man seemed to be back, and he also had some strength in his body.

   "I, miss your grandmother." Wen died last year, and the old man looked boring.

   "Birth, old age, sickness and death, it is natural for people. I am so old, and I can be regarded as dead." Jiang Huaian whispered.

  Looking at the children and grandchildren kneeling in front of him, he couldn't help putting on a little smile.

  He was just this old when he was assigned to Frontier.

Unexpectedly, I thought of my sister again.

A trace of regret flashed between Jiang Huaian's eyebrows, and he sighed softly.

   "Don't be sad. In this life, I have lived enough."

  Even if he gets underground, he doesn’t necessarily feel wronged.

  The old man confessed his last words, suddenly, as if he saw a little girl standing at the door.

  "Uncle." The emperor followed the girl behind her.

  Old man Jiang smiled and closed his eyes.

  The moment he closed his eyes, the whole Jiang family was in grief.

The moment Jiang Huaian left his body, he saw his niece really come.

  "Uncle. It's just not easy to show up, uncle." Now that the spirit is thin, the gods are not good to show up at will. There are fewer and fewer gods that can be summoned in the mortal world.

  Jiang Huaian's eyes were full of surprises.

  "Mother is not here, today, let Yoyo send uncle down." Yoyo whispered.

  Jiang Huaian looked at the descendants of the mansion for the last time, and then left with his niece.

  He also knows that as time goes by, the Jiang family will gradually become thinner with Lulu from generation to generation.

   But it’s enough.

  Jiang family has grown up to where it is today, and the more it can’t be maintained in the future, don’t blame others.

  The emperor who was standing in front of the hall at this moment turned his head and glanced at the door.

  Back then, perhaps the king of people didn’t care about it.

  He didn't say anyone, the emperor has a pair of yin and yang eyes.

  Gods and mortals are not the same people after all.

  The emperor just saw the aunt who was the same generation as Renwang's grandfather. The aunt was still young, but he did not show anything.

  The funeral of the Jiang family was started, and countless people in Beijing came to express their condolences.

   is almost comparable to the funeral of a king.

  Ren Wang was buried in the imperial mausoleum after his death long ago, and was buried with Jinniang.

  It's a pity to say that people are more powerful than gods, but they don't have too long life.

  Afterwards, everyone speculated that for an emperor who can change human history, the Three Realms will naturally limit his lifespan. Everyone was relieved.

   is just the mortal’s nostalgia and respect for the King of Humans, which probably lasted for hundreds of years.

  (End of this chapter)