After rebirth, the empress was spoiled by the emperor's uncle like a little girl

In the end, Abao was carried up the mountain by Xuanyuan Fengran.

When there were only fifty or sixty stone steps left, she was let down by Xuanyuan Fengran.

The tassels of the silver hairpin in her bun swayed, and the jade beads on the tassels sounded as clear as spring water in a stone stream.

"Uncle, am I heavy?"

"It's not serious, you should eat more." Xuanyuan Fengran emphasized seriously, "But don't eat too much sweets, it will cause tooth decay."

A Bao always felt that when Xuanyuan Fengran was serious, his deep voice became extremely bewitching.

She loves it.

Po pursed his lips and chuckled.

The little girl's eyes lit up, and she suddenly looked extremely happy. Xuanyuan Fengran was confused, but he saw the little girl tiptoeing and reaching out to touch his shoulder.

He lowered his eyes and realized that she was brushing the snow off his shoulders.

"Uncle, then... I'll go up first." A Bao pointed to the Huangji Palace on the top of the mountain.

Xuanyuan Fengran hummed solemnly.

A Bao lifted up the hem of his skirt and walked towards the top of the mountain with an arrogant attitude as if he was going up the mountain to fight a tiger.

Xuanyuan Fengran specially calculated the time.

He went up the mountain again when he thought the little girl had almost reached the Huangji Palace.

As soon as he entered the Huangji Palace, he saw the little girl who had been clamoring for him to carry her on her back not long ago, acting coquettishly and arrogantly, now with her hands on the front of her dress, looking slender and graceful, and exceptionally dignified and gentle.

Xuanyuan Fengran found it funny and tried to hold back his laughter with a straight face, but the little girl in his eyes seemed to sense something and suddenly looked towards him.

Xuanyuan Fengran's smile deepened: "..."

A Bao's gentle smile froze: "..."

Fortunately, the old emperor arrived in person at this time.

As the crown prince, A Bao stood second from the main seat of worship and led all the royal family members of Xuanyuan to pay tribute to the old emperor.

The old emperor started talking, and only then did Abao dare to look up.

Two days had passed since the day in the water dungeon of the Western Prison, and she finally saw the old emperor again.

Behind the old emperor followed Concubine Li Jia.

Every New Year's Eve, the Xuanyuan royal family gathered in the Huangji Hall to worship the ancestors of the Xuanyuan clan. However, with Li Jiafei's qualifications and status, she was not qualified to attend the Huangji Hall ancestral worship ceremony.

But this time, she came in person with the old emperor.

A Bao sneered, thinking that Concubine Li Jia was probably relying on her son to gain status.

She withdrew her gaze inconspicuously. At this moment, behind the sacrificial incense table, the director of the Imperial Household Department, a white-bearded old man, held an ancient yellowed bamboo book in his hand and sang the sacrificial hymns aloud.

The auspicious time has arrived and the sacrificial ceremony begins.

Outside the Huangji Hall, the sound of cannon fire was deafening, and nine rows of red candles were burning faintly inside the hall.

All the royal family members of Xuanyuan lit incense and knelt down respectfully in front of the tablets of their ancestors and the eternally burning golden lamps in front of them.

A Bao followed behind the old emperor, holding up the incense.

Paper money was burning in the golden basin, white smoke was rising from the incense in the hands, and the sound of hymns was chanted in the silence of the valley. The swaying red candles in the hall seemed to be shedding tears of blood.

A Bao's mind was a little blank.

Some images that were beyond her control appeared in her mind.

Still in Pei Guichen's Tiansheng Hall, the white-haired man drew out his sword.

A Bao will always remember that sword, because it was that sword that chopped off Xuanyuan Fengran's head.

This time, Pei Guichen pointed the sword in his hand at Yuan Chenji's throat.

Yuan Chenji's face was still unfathomable. He had no fear of death and even looked a little indifferent.

"You said it would be soon!" Pei Guichen's old voice roared, "I have done everything you said, why can't I see her again until now?!"

Yuan Chenji was a thin and small old man. When Abao looked at him, he felt that Yuan Chenji had the upper hand in this life-and-death confrontation.

Yuan Chenji had a blank expression on his face and reminded lightly, "Your Majesty, Empress Xuanyuan has been dead for fifty years."

Pei Guichen clenched his sword tightly, and his face, which had been furious just now, suddenly burst into wild laughter.

"I don't need your reminder!!"

"I know she is dead! She has been dead for fifty years!" After a crazy laugh, the white-haired Pei Guichen looked grim.

"I killed him with my own hands."