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

A Bao pretended to be calm and pulled Xie Wuai and Zhao Chuan Ce to go to Zhaixing Tower.

But after she stepped out of the palace and walked a short distance, she stopped again.

Xuanyuan Fengran had just been humiliated by Pei Guichen and became homeless, so she couldn't leave him at this time. Even if she continued to stay in the same place with Xuanyuan Fengran, her heartbeat would be so nervous that it almost jumped out of her throat, and she couldn't leave him alone.

"Sister Royal?"

"You go first, I'll be later."

After saying this, A Bao turned around, picked up her skirt and ran back to the inner hall.

Hearing hurried footsteps, Xuanyuan Fengran turned around and A Bao suddenly threw himself into his arms.

The little girl said confidently: "We are married! Can't we kiss? I kissed you!!"

Xuanyuan Fengran, who had been in a daze for a long time, finally came to his senses.

He lowered his eyes and smiled, his heart was infinitely soft, "Yes, we are married."

Xuanyuan Fengran held the back of her neck and brought her towards him, then leaned over and locked Abao tightly in his arms.

He leaned on her shoulder and murmured in a deep voice: "Abao."

"Uncle. I'm here."

"Say that again."

What sentence? Po frowned in confusion, but she quickly realized what was going on.

At this moment, she was held very tightly in Xuanyuan Fengran's arms, as if she was coaxing a wild beast.

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

Before he finished speaking, A Bao felt Xuanyuan Fengran's hands shaking, as if he was afraid of losing her, and he hugged her tighter and tighter.

"Say it again."

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

"...Abao, please say it again."

A Bao sighed secretly, raised his hand and patted his back soothingly, and repeated gently and patiently over and over again: "The emperor's uncle is my home, and I am also the emperor's uncle's home."

In the end, Po didn't know how many times she repeated it.

However, she felt that Xuanyuan Fengran's grip was no longer so tight that it almost suffocated her, and she knew that she had finally appeased her uncle and made him feel at ease.

"Let's go."

A-Bao coquettishly scratched his uncle's back and said softly, "I prepared a lot of ingredients tonight, I'm sure you'll like them, uncle."

As he spoke, A Bao raised his head from Xuanyuan Fengran's arms and stared at him with bright eyes.

She deliberately softened her voice and said softly and coquettishly, "Okay, uncle~~"

In fact, Xuanyuan Fengran's fur had already been smoothed over.

But at this moment, he still pretended to be reluctant and said in a hoarse voice: "Okay."

How could Po not understand his little thoughts?

She pursed her lips to hold back her smile and held his hand tightly, "Let's go, let's eat hot pot!"

A Bao held Xuanyuan Fengran's hand and walked through the long corridor of the East Palace.

A quarter of an hour later, Abao pushed open the door of Zhaixing Tower.

The Zhaixing Tower is located in a quiet place in the East Palace. The eaves of the building are so high that they seem to reach the clouds. The space between the buildings is shrouded in mist, making it seem like being in a fairyland.

If you lean on the railing and look out, you can overlook the entire East Palace.

I saw rippling green waves on all sides, and the sparse shadows and faint fragrance under the light and shadow of the setting sun.

The scenery is unique and there is no one to disturb you, making it the perfect place for a relaxing gathering.

As soon as A Bao opened the door, he saw Xie Wuai greeting Zhao Chuan Ce warmly.

But Zhao Chuan Ce stood quietly in front of the left wall.

That wall was where Abao specifically asked Hongxiu to hang up the map of the four frontiers of Daqi.

She wanted to make an alliance with Zhao Chuance, the business genius, to run a business together for mutual benefit, and use the Yongyuan Business to support the national treasury and benefit the people.

But in her previous life, she and Zhao Chuan Ce mentioned the golden trade route because she was already familiar with him.

In daily chats, we share the same interests.

Now that she has lived a new life, she and Zhao Chuance have never even had a serious conversation. If she rashly brings up the gold trade route, it will only make her seem too direct and deliberate.

I pondered for a long time.

A Bao decided to hang up the map of the four territories of Daqi in the Zhaixing Tower first, and then she would annotate some ideas about trade routes in several important commercial towns in Western Xinjiang.

If Zhao Chuan Ce was willing, A Bao thought, he would be able to understand what she meant.