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

There was a long silence.

In the palace's kitchen, the hangover soup that Abao had carefully prepared was bubbling away.

Seeing this, Abao used a small stove to warm the porcelain jar, and then put the porcelain jar and the small stove into the food box.

After everything was ready, Abao walked out with the lunch box.

When she passed the door, she glanced at the beautiful woman in the brocade skirt and said, "You have offended me for no reason. According to the laws of the Great Qi Kingdom, you should be punished with a cane."

As he said this, A Bao pursed his lips and chuckled, "But I will not make a fuss about it because I think you brought soup to my uncle."

The beauty in the brocade dress was so angry that she gnashed her teeth.

Ah Bao's smile grew colder, and he withdrew his gaze indifferently.

Fearing that the palace's kitchen would be destroyed, Lao Debao quickly took the lantern and continued to lead the way.

This time, the road is closer.

But in a moment, Abao entered the watchtower.

After entering, A Bao realized that the watchtower was originally Xuanyuan Fengran's treasure house.

However, the watchtower was very quiet, so quiet that it made her feel uneasy.

A wooden staircase in the watchtower meandered upwards, gradually illuminating with the halo of the East China Sea's Night Pearl. The dazzling pearl light illuminated the steps that Abao took to go up the stairs.

In a moment, Abao, who had rushed upstairs in a hurry, stood in front of the door of Acacia Pavilion in the watchtower, panting and holding the food box.

She knocked on the door first, but no one answered.

So, she said softly, "Uncle? It's me. Can I come in?"

Silence, silence, still silence.

A Bao was very polite and then pushed open the attic door.

At first glance, A Bao only saw Xuanyuan Fengran lying on the square couch.

Amid the wine jugs on the floor, his robe was half-undone, and the silk belt around his waist was about to fall off.

And her eyes fell on the new and old scars on his chest.

The old wounds were hideous, and the new wounds, although dozens of days had passed, were caused by the Western Prison Whip, so his recovery was extremely slow and there were still blood scabs on his chest.

A Bao looked at it and was shocked.

He was wearing thin clothes, his wounds had not healed, and not only was there no charcoal fire in the attic, he even dared to open all four windows of the Acacia Pavilion.

A cold wind blew in late at night, and even she felt extremely cold wrapped in fox fur.

A Bao put down the food box, hurriedly took off her fox fur coat and put it on him. When she was about to get up and close the windows, Xuanyuan Fengran grabbed her hand.

His hands were so cold that it made her sad.

So she turned around to look at him, but he didn't say anything, just looked up at her blankly.

For a moment, A Bao felt that he hoped she would say something first, such as, "Uncle, I am here tonight to tell you that I will not get married."

But it's impossible.

The day is auspicious and the time is right. The edict has been issued and the arrow is on the string and must be shot.

A Bao half-knelt in front of him, rubbing his hands to warm them up, and coaxed him gently, "It's just closing the window. I won't leave."

Xuanyuan Fengran was drunk, pursed his lips and chuckled as he murmured, "I'm not leaving."

"Well, I'm not leaving."

After a long time, A Bao coaxed Xuanyuan Fengran to peace, and then he took the time to go down the watchtower and ordered Lao Debao, who was guarding outside the watchtower, to bring up two pots of charcoal fire.

"I'm ready, I'm ready!"

As he spoke, Lao Debao waved his hand, signaling the palace guards in the corner to quickly move the burning charcoal brazier over, "We have plenty of these charcoal braziers in our palace."

"It's just that the prince is in a bad mood today and insisted on removing all the charcoal braziers. But it's cold and dewy tonight, and the prince is still seriously injured and will freeze to death in the attic!"

A Bao felt even more uncomfortable after listening to this.

She hurriedly urged Lao Debao and the guards to carry the charcoal brazier to Acacia Pavilion.

But when she reached the door of Acacia Pavilion, she suddenly stopped.

Xuanyuan Fengran, the great Man-Slayer King, was now drunk and confused. She selfishly did not want others to see him in this drunken state.

Thinking of this, A Bao said, "Put the charcoal brazier here, you all go down first."

Lao Debao was surprised, but did as he was told.

When Abao was the only one left in the corridor, she pushed open the door of Acacia Pavilion and, with all her strength, moved three pots of charcoal fire to a place not far from Xuanyuan Fengran.

After closing the attic door again, A Bao turned around and walked silently to Xuanyuan Fengran.

But he was surprised to find that he had another pot of pear blossom wine in his hand.

A Bao's eyes were dim, and he saw that the veins on the back of Xuanyuan Fengran's hands were tense, and the pot of pear blossom wine that he was tightly holding in his hand had already been empty.

A Bao stood quietly in front of him, looking down at him for a long time.

Xuanyuan Fengran's eyes clearly showed that he was drunk. He was drunk and there was a look of confusion in his dark eyes.

A Bao felt a sore nose and called softly, "Uncle?"

Xuanyuan Fengran slowly raised his eyes and smiled at her, "New bride."

Hearing this, Abao's breathing hitched.

After Xuanyuan Fengran was silent for a long time, he smiled blankly, tears rolling down his cheeks, "I don't want to watch you get married..."

A Bao's eyes were slightly red, and he thought, Xuanyuan Fengran would probably have to be drunk to say such jealous words.

However, at this moment, she should be happy, but she was not happy at all.

She sat beside him with the food box in her hand, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and called him softly, "Uncle, don't worry, I will think of a way."

Xuanyuan Fengran was drunk and dazed.

But when he heard her voice, he looked up at her again in confusion.

After a long while, he reached out and pulled her sleeve with a look of grievance.

"Little Abao, I feel bad."