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

Pei Guichen silently clenched the handle of the lunch box, with a surge of rage in his heart.

A Bao stared at Pei Guichen without saying a word.

She wanted to see if Pei Guichen would accept this softness.

After a long while, Pei Guichen bowed his hands and apologized to Xuanyuan Fengran, "Tomorrow at noon, I will present the palace rules one hundred times. It was my humble servant who was presumptuous, please don't blame me, King Fengran."

Xuanyuan Fengran's black eyes were cold, and a sarcastic smile paused at the corner of his lips.

A Bao held the blue butterfly with wings as beautiful as flowers in one hand, and pulled Xuanyuan Fengran with the other, and went straight back to the inner hall.

At the gate of the East Palace, Pei Guichen still had his head bowed, looking as if he was apologizing for his crime.

As he lowered his eyes in pretense of humility, he recalled over and over again the moment when Abao passed by him just now, and the hem of her skirt floated past his eyes like a cloud without stopping.

Then, he remembered that Abao's hair sachet was hanging around Xuanyuan Fengran's waist.

A Bao secretly married Xuanyuan Fengran.

The more certain he was about this matter, the harder it was for him to convince himself that A Bao valued Xuanyuan Fengran more than her reputation.

Therefore, the murderous intent in his heart became more and more uncontrollable.

As soon as I entered the inner hall of the East Palace, there was no one around.

A Bao immediately turned around and pushed Xuanyuan Fengran into the corner of the desk.

She put her arms around Xuanyuan Fengran's thin waist, looked up at him in his arms, and coaxed, "Uncle, let's ignore that scum Pei Guichen, okay?"

Xuanyuan Fengran looked down at her with a complicated look in his eyes and said nothing.

A Bao felt uncomfortable in his heart, so he had to lean close to his ear and coaxed him patiently, "Uncle, you have a home."

"Remember? We got married."

"The Emperor's uncle is my home, and I am also the Emperor's uncle's home."

Before he finished speaking, the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone were scattered all over the floor.

When A Bao came to his senses, Xuanyuan Fengran had already hugged him tightly and sat him on the desk.

Hearing this, the palace maid anxiously asked, "Princess, are you okay? I'll call the guards..."

"Don't come in!" A Bao shouted.

Outside the hall, there was silence for a moment.

But inside the hall, the air was filled with fragrant mist, creating a charming atmosphere.

The blue butterfly that Abao had put into the glazed gauze cover took the opportunity to flap its wings when the glazed gauze cover fell, and the flower-like butterfly wings were fluttering around Abao.

A Bao supported the desk with both hands and looked up at Xuanyuan Fengran nervously.

His hands were resting on the wall behind her, and his dark eyes were deep, complex and difficult to discern, just like the turbulent waves hidden beneath his silent surface.

At this moment, Xie Wuai's laughter came from far away.

The palace servants were unable to stop him, and they could only hear Xie Wuai banging on the palace door, "Royal sister! Open the door quickly! I brought Zhao Chuance here! Aren't we having hotpot? When are we going to start the meal?"

The silent beauty and lingering breath in the hall slowly dissipated...

Xuanyuan Fengran's sharp eyelashes trembled slightly, as if his rationality returned.

But his trembling eyelashes and his dark eyes that were forced to be restrained even on the edge of madness made Abao lose his mind in an instant.

She grabbed Xuanyuan Fengran's collar tightly and kissed him on the forehead.

The kiss was light, like a dragonfly touching the water, fleeting.

But the man Xuanyuan Fengran was frozen in place by A Bao's kiss, and his mind went blank.

Ah Bao's face suddenly turned red, and he didn't dare to look at Xuanyuan Fengran anymore.

She hurriedly jumped off the desk, ran over and opened the palace door.

When Xie Wuai saw A Bao, he frowned and asked curiously, "Imperial sister, what are you doing? Why is your face so red?"

"I tried a new rouge and accidentally put too much on."

Po lied in panic, but his heart beat even faster and more violently.

Xie Wuai looked past A Bao and saw the messy pens, ink, paper and inkstone on the floor. Then he saw Xuanyuan Fengran, who was lying motionless in front of the desk, like a statue in a temple.

Xie Wuai was even more confused.

"When I came here, I heard that you punished Pei Cejun to copy the palace rules a hundred times..." After a pause, Xie Wuai leaned close to his sister's ear and whispered, "What did Pei Cejun do? King Feng Ran was so angry that he couldn't move."

A Bao blushed, "You got mad at me."

Xuanyuan Fengran's indulgence towards her was like playing with his life.

But that kiss just now was the most intimate moment between them in all these years.

Would Xuanyuan Fengran feel that she was not reserved at all?