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

Xuanyuan Fengran fed the soup himself.

With every sip, the sweet snow ginseng and old duck soup flows smoothly into the throat.

"It's delicious. Uncle, would you like to try it too?"

"……it is good."

Before he finished speaking, Po's eyes suddenly widened.

Xuanyuan Fengran leaned over and tasted the delicious flavor from her lips and teeth with satisfaction.

The next moment, he put one arm around her waist and held her sitting on him.

Not only was she being pressed against, but her lower back was also being slowly rubbed downwards by his fingertips.

The kiss didn't stop.

A Bao was kissed so hard that he was gasping for breath, while Xuanyuan Fengran groaned muffledly.

The tiny whispers that escaped from her lips made his Adam's apple roll and he kissed her even deeper.

The man, who was having sex for the first time, was so fascinated that he almost lost control again.

As the world spun, Abao was knocked down by Xuanyuan Fengran again.

He supported himself with one hand at her side, the thin black inner garment hanging loosely on him, and his dark and quiet eyes looked at her, which was quite oppressive.

Having never suffered such pain before, Abao was really scared.

The corners of her eyes were flushed and her eyes were misty, as if begging for mercy.

But the man whose tall figure loomed over her took a deep breath, then put his arms around her waist, put a soft pillow under her, and then rested her on his legs.

"?" A Bao was confused.

In a flash, he was massaging her lower back with moderate force.

Xuanyuan Fengran's kneading and massage was so comfortable that Abao yawned repeatedly and felt sleepy. He rested his head on Xuanyuan Fengran's legs and wanted to sleep.

But Xuanyuan Fengran was in a very depressed mood.

Where his fingers brushed, her waist was very beautiful, reflecting the bright moonlight, and her skin as delicate as cream seemed to be covered with a layer of warm moisture, making him unable to let go.

Xuanyuan Fengran silently suppressed his primitive impulse, but the veins on the back of his hands were still bulging and tense.

However, the little girl had a slight fever and could not bear any more torture.

Xuanyuan Fengran muttered this to himself, taking a deep breath, and another deep breath.

However, Po was unaware of anything.

She wondered vaguely, what will their child be named?

On the head of the rosewood bed in the bedroom of the Princess of the Eastern Palace hangs a silver gauze lamp with a gentle halo of bright pearls, and the golden and red wedding characters from the wedding are still pasted on the head of the bed.

Abao's black hair was messy and scattered on his shoulders.

Xuanyuan Fengran lifted up a strand of her black hair and wrapped it around his fingers.

Just like the black ring on his left ring finger.

Although he was very sleepy, Abao still subconsciously held hands with the man.

She murmured in a dreamy voice, "The emperor's uncle has returned home."

Xuanyuan Fengran's heartstrings tensed, and he leaned over and kissed their clasped hands.

After a while, his extremely dark eyes were tinged with a helpless and doting smile, "Well, the emperor's uncle is home. You are my home."

After saying that, he leaned over and kissed her forehead, coaxing her, "Go to sleep."

Have a good night's sleep.

The next day, warm sunlight shone into the East Palace bedroom through the window screens.

A Bao slowly woke up, only to see that the mighty Man-Slayer King was like an insecure child, with his head pressed against her neck, as if he wanted to hide deeply in her arms.

His brows were tightly furrowed, as if he was afraid that she would disappear at any time.

A Bao lay on his side with his arm as his head rested on it, raising his hand to slowly stroke the man's tightly furrowed eyes and brows.

In fact, she wanted to ask him last night.

If he had not been greatly shocked, he would have been determined to remain calm all his life like Liu Xiahui, and would not have lost control like he did yesterday.

So what exactly happened to my uncle when he came back this time?

"Who bullied you? Tell me and I'll beat him up!"

As he spoke, Abao secretly kissed the corner of his lips, but was pricked by his stubble.

It hurts a bit and it itches a bit.

Abao was so angry that he pulled his stubble to play with it.

"You must cut off your stubble immediately! It ruins my uncle Feng Ran's unparalleled beauty!"

After saying this, Po himself was amused.

In fact, the first time he spent the night in the inner hall of the Eastern Palace, Xuanyuan Fengran woke up as soon as Abao moved.

He was just a little worried, not knowing how the little girl would react.

However, no one expected that the little girl would do something chaotic early in the morning.

She even kissed him secretly! And she was praising him for his unparalleled beauty?

Xuanyuan Fengran grabbed Abao's hand and threatened him deliberately, "Want to do it again?"

"Uncle Feng Ran? Just once?" A Bao blinked deliberately.

Xuanyuan Fengran directly pressed the provocative Abao under him.

The outline of his desire was clear in the early morning, pressing dangerously against her.

A Bao immediately became timid: "Uncle Emperor... take a day off..."

The little girl is naive and likes to play.

The dignified King Tu Fengran was so annoyed that he completely lost his temper.