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

Pei Guichen felt a chill in his heart as he stared at the man beside A Bao, whose face was covered by a black mask.

No, the groom wearing the black mask is not Xie Wuai!

Although Xie Wuai had a rash all over his face due to an accidental ingestion during a banquet a few days ago, the old emperor had no choice but to allow Xie Wuai to wear a mask to cover it up at the wedding ceremony.

Pei Guichen was also proficient in swordsmanship and knew that Xie Wuai was still just an eighteen-year-old boy and did not have the calm and imposing manner of the man next to A Bao.

Pei Guichen felt his mind go blank as he guessed coldly.

Although the man in the black mask tried to restrain himself, he clearly saw Po actively scratch the palm of the man's hand.

The one who married Abao today was not Xie Wuai, but——

Xuanyuan Feng is burning.

Pei Guichen's face turned pale. Is Abao crazy? !

That was Xuanyuan Fengran, whom she wanted to call Imperial Uncle!

She was willing to risk the world's disapproval and marry Xuanyuan Fengran by transplanting flowers and trees? !

But shouldn't Po care about him the most?

Until this moment, Pei Guichen was forced to admit that things were out of control far beyond his imagination.

At the same time, on the other side of the viewing gallery.

Zhao Chuance came close to Xiao Yunzheng and exclaimed mysteriously, "Wow, Pei Cejun's face looks pale. Could it be that he can't bear to watch Princess Abao's wedding with his own eyes?"

Xiao Yunzheng looked indifferently at Pei Guichen opposite him, as if thinking about something.

Zhao Chuance was not discouraged when he didn't get an answer from Xiao Yunzheng. He muttered to himself, "Oh, we should all start to watch. After all, she is Princess Abao, our future Empress of Daqi. The emperors of every dynasty have 3,000 beauties in their harems."

As he spoke, Zhao Chuance sighed, "Xiao Cejun, do you think the master is easy to get along with?"

The master, naturally, refers to Donggong Zhengfu who had just married Abao.

But Xiao Yunzheng didn't want to answer this question at all.

He watched A Bao's figure in a bright red wedding gown disappear at the end of the palace wall covered with red silk and colorful lights. For some reason, he suddenly remembered the Mid-Autumn Festival he spent in Bailu Mountain.

That year, he got cold pox and no one dared to get close to him.

Only Abao came to him with a plate of mooncakes on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival. Seeing that his lips were peeling from thirst, she fed him little by little with chopsticks dipped in water.

Later, she was worried that he was hungry, so she broke the mooncake into pieces, melted it in hot water, and made it into a paste.

In the middle of the night, his high fever subsided and she happily ran to call for help, leaving him with only the shadow of a rouge-colored skirt.

But later on—

Xiao Yunzheng was still looking at the end of the palace wall, but he could no longer see Abao.

The indifference in his eyes gradually turned into coldness. After a long silence, he turned and left.

Half an hour later, in the East Palace bedroom.

As the sky gradually darkened, the wedding banquet in the Hall of Supreme Harmony had its own worries for the old emperor and Concubine Wen.

And Po was sitting side by side with the man in the black mask on the edge of the rosewood wedding bed. The pair of dragon and phoenix candles on the table were glowing brightly, illuminating the figures of her and him sitting hand in hand.

At this moment, Po really wanted to be alone with the man in the black mask next to him.

But the old emperor probably became suspicious, and when she asked all the palace servants to leave, the eunuch deliberately said that he came here on the orders of the emperor.

"Please forgive me, Your Highness."

In this case, A Bao had no choice but to say, "Then let's get started."

The ceremonial officer said yes and said with a smile, "Please, my lord, take the princess' round fan so that the couple can meet."

After a moment's silence, the man in the black mask slowly raised his hand and took off the gold-embroidered round fan that Abao was using to cover his face.

The whole hall was filled with red silk with Chinese characters for "happiness", a rosewood wedding bed, and burning dragon and phoenix candles.

Also, there is his bride, his little Abao, who just got married with him after offering sacrifices to heaven and earth.

After he took away the gold-embroidered round fan, she smiled at him with gentle eyes. There was only him in her clear and clean eyes.

Xuanyuan Fengran's heart was trembling, and he was stunned.

Seeing his dazed look, A Bao pursed his lips and chuckled, then raised his hand and tugged at the sleeve of his wedding gown.

"What are you stupid about?"

"........."

Xuanyuan Fengran's eyes dimmed slightly, and after a long while, he said in a hoarse voice: "This is the first time I see you like a bride."

Abao's eyes were red.

Xuanyuan Fengran's eyes darkened, and his fingertips slowly stroked the corners of Abao's eyes and eyebrows, then slid down along her nose and stopped at the corner of her lips.

The candlelight danced in his eyes, and he said in a hoarse voice: "My little Abao is so cute."