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

When the night-blooming cereus bloomed in the Lanting Palace, the old emperor was delighted and believed that the gods had sent down their will and that he was a wise ruler who would establish a prosperous era.

Since it is a prosperous era, given the old emperor's temperament, he has to show off.

Therefore, the old emperor ordered a grand ceremony to organize the Jishou Mountain Buddha worship this year.

In the past, whenever people went to worship Buddha at Jishou Mountain, Abao would always claim to be sick. But this year, Imperial Concubine Wen, who was in charge of the six palaces, had caught a cold and was resting in bed.

As a result, this task fell on Abao.

Therefore, Abao had to fast for seven days in advance. He looked at the table full of delicacies and swallowed his saliva silently in pain.

Fortunately, the forest roads in Jishou Mountain are wide enough for horse-drawn carriages.

A Bao didn't have to rely solely on her own legs to climb to the top of Ji Shou Mountain like she did on New Year's Eve to worship her ancestors, otherwise she would have collapsed.

Days are like years.

Finally, it was February 28th.

On the lushly forested Jishou Mountain, there were the sounds of horse hooves and the sound of carriages.

The old emperor's concubines and the gentlemen of the Eastern Palace accompanied him, looking majestic and grand.

A Bao lifted a corner of the curtain and saw Xiao Yunzheng riding a black horse.

She was very surprised.

The gentlemen in the Eastern Palace all rode in sedan chairs.

Especially Pei Guichen, whose broken left arm has not yet healed.

But Xiao Yunzheng chose to ride a horse and follow the procession all the way.

In front of A Bao, the mountain path was shaded by trees. The sunlight shone through the gaps between the branches, and the mottled halo enveloped Xiao Yunzheng. The black robe embroidered with the dark Li beast pattern he wore today looked very sharp, making him look broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, with a handsome figure.

However, Abao was thinking that he still had an old injury to his lumbar spine and should not ride a horse.

At this moment, Xiao Yunzheng suddenly turned around and looked at her.

When their eyes met, she actually saw a hint of tenderness in the depths of his usually solemn black eyes.

A Bao was slightly stunned. The words that were about to come out of his lips hesitated and fell silent.

She withdrew her gaze and silently lowered the curtain.

Xiao Yunzheng, who was on horseback, gripped the reins tightly and lowered his eyes sadly.

At the same time, in the carriage, A Bao turned and lifted the curtain on the right. Along the way, one could see inscriptions on steles left by scholars and writers who had composed poems over the past hundreds of years. Among them was a stone stele engraved with a poem written by Empress Wenying when she was young during a spring outing to Jishou Mountain.

A Bao remembered the poem, and in a trance, he felt something in his heart.

Suddenly, Xie Wuai, who was riding in the same carriage, hesitated for a while and finally asked the question.

"Royal sister, are you sure you really want to do that?" Pei Guichen frowned, feeling uneasy. "Although everyone has been arranged, I always feel that it is too risky."

A Bao looked into the distance. The Jishou Mountains were continuous, the sea of ​​clouds between the mountains was bizarre and surging, the pine trees were surging, and occasionally the roars of wild beasts in the forest could be heard.

The Zhenguo Temple has stood on Jishou Mountain for hundreds of years.

Today is the best time.

“Always have to try it.”

Po's answer remained unchanged.

Half an hour later, the carriage reached the top of the mountain.

Abao got off the carriage.

Standing on the highest peak of Jishou Mountain, overlooking the mountains.

In front of A Bao's eyes were endless green forests, surrounded by clouds and mist.

The foothills are quiet, the mountains are majestic, the cliffs are steep, and there is a stream that seems to have been carved by a natural axe. It is straight and sharp. If you stand on the top of the stream, it will be terrifying.

When Abao turned around, he saw two centuries-old trees beside the Zhenguo Temple, with their canopies blocking out the sun.

The eunuch of the Imperial Household had been waiting in front of the Zhenguo Temple. "Abbot Xuanhua is already waiting for Your Highness in the Palace Hall. Please move, Your Highness."

So, Abao entered the temple.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Chenji, the imperial master of the Imperial Observatory, was also there.

A thin old man, wearing a coarse linen robe, was holding a broom and a dustpan, diligently sweeping the fallen flowers on the ground in the temple.

For others, they may have to look carefully to recognize that the old man is the Imperial Master of the Imperial Observatory.

But, after the silence——

Just one glance and Abao remembered the scene she had seen.

The little old man Yuan Chenji asked meaningfully: Your Majesty, are you willing to pay any price to see Empress Xuanyuan again?

Pei Guichen's lips were bleeding: I am willing to pay.

Hearing this answer, a strange smile appeared on Yuan Chenji's face.

It was that little old man's eerie smile that she could never forget.

Thinking of this, A Bao's eyes looked back and forth secretly between the old man and Pei Guichen.

Before the Red Singles election, the Imperial Astronomical Observatory had predicted that a dark moon would fall on Pei's home, which would be beneficial to the country.

Therefore, the old man Yuan Chenji and Pei Guichen, or the Huainan Pei family, have long been involved. So, what is the relationship between them?

A Bao hesitated.

But the two people she saw in front of her ignored each other.

The old man was concentrating on sweeping his floor.

Pei Guichen looked at the quiet and peaceful palace between the red walls and green tiles, his expression complicated and difficult to discern, and no one knew what he was thinking.