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

After Xuanyuan Fengran finished speaking, he actually regretted it.

Because he already knew the answer.

At the same time, the little girl under him raised her hand to touch the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and said helplessly: "Uncle, you know that this crown prince wedding ceremony is inevitable."

A Bao looked up and watched Xuanyuan Fengran being swallowed by despair.

The moment he closed his eyes silently, a tear rolled down from the corner of his eye and fell into the palm of her hand.

His tear was so hot that it almost burned people's hearts.

The pavilion suddenly fell into a long silence. The windows on all four sides of the pavilion reflected the cold moonlight, casting their intimate shadows on the ground.

At this moment, the burning charcoal fire stirred up the cold and light aroma of pear blossom wine all over the ground, which made her eyes slightly red, and she actually felt drunk.

A Bao had missed her previous life, and at this moment, her heart and eyes were full of Xuanyuan Fengran.

Since the day he died in Taiji Hall, she had been trapped alone in a bronze coffin buried deep underground, enduring the excruciating pain of the death nail gnawing at her bones day and night.

She had been able to hold on for fifty years without losing her mind or mental health because she thought of him.

She always thought that she should hold on for a little longer until God would give her the opportunity to seek revenge on Pei Guichen.

"Uncle, you don't know..."

As if talking in a dream, A Bao held Xuanyuan Fengran's face with both hands and said in a tearful voice: "Uncle, you are by my side. This is the only thing in the world that makes me feel at ease."

Before she finished speaking, she put her arms around Xuanyuan Fengran's neck and murmured, "Uncle, come and get married with me, okay?"

Xuanyuan Fengran's face turned pale, "Xuanyuan Diyang, don't be crazy."

However, Ah Bao leaned on his shoulder and asked in a decisive tone, "If we don't get married, why should we be buried together in the same coffin?"

At this moment, Xuanyuan Fengran was already struggling in the depths of hell, and even his breath was filled with a strong smell of blood. "Little Abao, do you understand the meaning of the word 'imperial uncle'?"

"We are getting married, why should I call you uncle?"

Abao really doesn't understand.

Since they are not uncle-nephew by blood, who can be trapped by the title of imperial uncle?

But A Bao never understood. If Xuanyuan Fengran also felt that they were not uncle and nephew by blood, then how could a mere title of imperial uncle stop him from living in his previous life?

At this moment, A Bao hugged Xuanyuan Fengran's neck tightly, her eyes full of nostalgia, and she said paranoidly: "Life or death, the emperor's uncle must stay by my side."

Xuanyuan Fengran knew that his little Abao had a stubborn and obstinate temper.

But he never thought that one day the little girl would be so stubborn and insistent that she wanted to marry him.

Xuanyuan Fengran smiled with tears in her eyes, "Princess Diyang, you are so bold, uncle, I have learned your lesson."

He would give the little treasure in his arms whatever he wanted, even if it meant eternal damnation.

Xuanyuan Fengran stroked the back of Abao's neck. After a long silence, he said hoarsely -

"it is good."

Ah Bao's eyes lit up, and he stepped away from Xuanyuan Fengran's arms, holding Xuanyuan Fengran's face with both hands, "Uncle, you are a real man, your words are as good as gold, and you are not allowed to regret it!"

Xuanyuan Fengran rubbed Xiao Abao's head and said in despair and indulgence: "Okay."

In the Acacia Tower, there are two figures.

The next day, A Bao woke up in Xuanyuan Fengran's arms. She raised her eyes and looked up along his chin, lips, nose bridge, eyebrows and eyes. The morning light outlined his features, which were sharp and sturdy.

But when he woke up, his dark eyes smiled gently at her.

"Awake?" Even the hoarse voice was gentle.

"Yeah." A Bao hugged Xuanyuan Fengran's thin waist, "Uncle was drunk last night, but he was still able to act like Liu Xiahui who remained calm when a woman's lap was offered to him. He has great self-control!"

Early in the morning, Xuanyuan Fengran had just woken up and was very angry.

However, his little girl was in his arms, and she looked up at him with a smile, "Uncle, do you remember what you promised me last night?"

Xuanyuan Fengran said with difficulty: "Remember."

"Then you have to listen to my arrangements from now on." A Bao said coquettishly.

"Okay. The emperor's uncle will listen to you." Xuanyuan Fengran took a deep breath, pulled Abao up directly, and said in a hoarse voice: "But you have to go back to Xie Houfu first."