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

A Bao squatted on the roof for two hours.

Pei Guichen and Xiao Jingyue's love affair finally ended.

After watching Pei Guichen and Xiao Jingyue leave, their carriage disappeared among the shadows of the forest.

A Bao said nothing, but just hugged Xuanyuan Fengran's neck tightly, and was carried down from the roof by him.

Xie Wuai continued to sigh and resigned himself to his fate as he climbed down from the roof the same way he had come.

Afterwards, all the way back to Marquis Xie's mansion, the carriage was dead silent.

In order to conceal his identity, Xuanyuan Fengran went to Marquis Xie's mansion and only used the excuse that there was a wedding in the Xie family and he came to deliver gifts, but he accidentally ran into Her Royal Highness the Princess and Young Marquis Xie at the morning market and gave them a ride.

This was the first time that the Man-Slaughter King visited Marquis Xie’s mansion.

It just so happens that Lord Xie has been busy with military training recently, leaving home early and returning late, so he is not at home at this time.

The old butler Uncle Zhang respectfully invited Xuanyuan Fengran into the tea garden of the Marquis's Mansion, and ordered the maid to serve tea, then hurriedly ran to invite Princess Huimin.

Unexpectedly, although Princess Huimin accepted the gift, she did not meet Xuanyuan Fengran to avoid suspicion, and only instructed Xie Wuai to entertain him well.

The tea garden in Xie Hou Mansion is filled with faint bamboo shadows, chirping birds, and the warm breeze brings the fragrance of flowers.

The maids brought tea, cakes and preserved fruits, then left.

At this time, there were only three people including Abao in the tea garden of Marquis Xie's mansion.

The three of them drank tea, tasted the snacks provided by Marquis Xie's mansion, and exchanged some ordinary pleasantries, pretending that nothing was unusual.

After a quarter of an hour, Xuanyuan Fengran stood up and said goodbye.

Outside the flower window of the tea garden, the eavesdropper immediately lowered his footsteps and walked away quickly.

When Xuanyuan Fengran turned around, A Bao suddenly grabbed the corner of his sleeve, waiting for him to stop and turn around to look at her.

A Bao murmured, "Uncle, wait for me."

After staring at A Bao silently for a long time, Xuanyuan Fengran said gently, "Wait."

Abao laughed.

As the young marquis of the Xie Marquis Mansion, Xie Wuai naturally saw Xuanyuan Fengran off personally.

When Xie Wuai returned to the tea garden, A Bao had already prepared three magic bags.

"Next, thank you brother for your help."

As he said that, A Bao put the three sachets into Xie Wuai's hands.

Xie Wuai restrained his carefree and careless attitude and said seriously, "Don't worry, sister."

In the afternoon, after having lunch with Princess Huimin, Abao set off back to the East Palace.

Afterwards, A Bao calmed down and stayed in the East Palace to prepare for the wedding ceremony.

According to Daqi's marriage customs, on the wedding day, the bride has to put the scented beads she prepared into the sachet she embroidered herself, and then let her husband put it on it.

Although it was common for men and women in Daqi to wear incense, the sachet given by this lady on her wedding night was different after all.

Although Abao was getting married, Concubine Wen felt that the sachet still needed to be embroidered.

For this purpose, Concubine Wen specially sent an embroiderer from the Weaving Department to the Eastern Palace to teach Abao personally.

A few days later.

Although Concubine Wen was immersed in arranging Abao's wedding, she was extremely busy.

But since her daughter was about to get married, Concubine Wen finally found some time in her busy schedule to break down all the rules of the wedding ceremony and instruct Abao on every detail.

Next, after the wedding ceremony, comes the newlyweds’ wedding night.

No matter good or bad, Concubine Wen has never been shy about what happened in the palace since Abao was a child. This is because Concubine Wen always felt that if her daughter wanted to live a long life, she must know everything.

But teaching my daughter how to consummate her marriage...

Concubine Wen, it’s very difficult.

Reliving his life again, A Bao patted Concubine Wen's shoulder lovingly and said with a suppressed smile: "Mother, why don't you tell me about what happened before you got married..."

"That's entering the palace."

"Entering the palace is not like getting married."

Concubine Wen looked sad, and it was unknown what she was thinking about.

But that trace of sadness was only for a moment, and Concubine Wen then showed the gentle and confident look of "even though a storm is about to come, I remain unmoved."

Concubine Wen thought about it again and again, "Your grandmother did say something. She also gave mother several spring palace picture books..."

The words have not yet fallen.

Concubine Wen blushed slightly, took out several family books of goblin fights from her sleeves, and said kindly: "Abao, take a closer look."

Abao took it and flipped through several pages quickly.

Concubine Wen preserved the album very well, but the characters in the paintings were not pretty enough, and the movements were not clear enough. "That's it?"

Concubine Wen held her forehead with her hand: "What do you mean... just this?"

As she spoke, Concubine Wen narrowed her eyes and looked at her daughter thoughtfully, "What else do you want to do?"

A Bao was silent: "..."

He and his mother looked at each other for a long time.

Suddenly, A Bao thought of an idea and put the pot on Xie Wuai's head.

"Well, yesterday at Marquis Xie's mansion, you gave me some storybooks. The stories about the wedding night in those storybooks were very well written, with beautiful words and rich emotions, which jumped out of the paper and made the readers feel as if they were there in person."

The veins on Concubine Wen's forehead jumped: "Is it Wuai who divides it with you? It's not you who divides it with Wuai?"

"How could it be me?" A Bao cried out in grievance, "Mother, you know me. I never like reading storybooks."

Concubine Wen was half-believing and half-doubting, muttering to herself, "It doesn't matter if the child is still reading that erotic novel? Which master wrote it? How can it really be so immersive?"

A Bao on the side said, "…" Mother, don't you want to take a look too?