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

The moonlight quietly faded into the night.

Under the dark sky, spring rain was falling, and the branches of red nan trees were full around the Yunqi Palace.

As A Bao walked in the corridor, she recalled that after Lin Rongjin's death, not only had the old emperor sent Eunuch Desheng to ask her opinion, but Concubine Wen also sent Aunt Rong to inquire.

Only the Xiao Mansion was unusually peaceful.

Although Princess Xiao went to Jishou Mountain, she never cared about whether Xiao Yunzheng was safe or on the verge of death until she returned to the palace.

After she returned to the palace, Princess Xiao and her daughter Xiao Jingyue stayed in the temple to worship Buddha.

I don’t know whether this was the intention of the mother and daughter, or the arrangement of King Xiao.

But no matter what, is she just going to watch him die without helping?

At this moment, behind A Bao, Xiao Yunzheng fell to the ground in a mess.

The young man gritted his teeth, his dark eyes filled with reluctance and despair, "A Bao... it hurts..."

Abao: "..."

A Bao didn't look back and walked straight out of the palace.

Xiao Yunzheng watched A Bao's figure disappear at the entrance of the hall. A huge sense of despair and embarrassment surged over him, almost overwhelming him.

He should have known better.

it is as expected.

She has always been clear about what she loves and hates, and she doesn't tolerate any injustice.

Of course, I won't sympathize with him.

However, there were footsteps approaching, followed by the familiar figure in the rouge-colored skirt.

Just like many years ago at Bailu Mountain, on the Mid-Autumn Night, she came to save him.

A Bao first put down the medicine box in his hand, then helped Xiao Yunzheng lie back on the bed with both hands.

"I have instructed the female officials in this palace to find Dr. Zhang." As he explained, A Bao opened the medicine box: "But if we wait for Dr. Zhang to come, it will take a long time. So, I will give you acupuncture to relieve the pain first."

Due to an old lumbar injury, Xiao Yunzheng's face was pale with pain.

The more people saw him in such a miserable and embarrassing state, the more embarrassed he became.

Ah Bao knew about it, so she spoke to comfort him, "Don't worry. There are no more people. I have ordered the palace people not to get close."

As he spoke, A Bao looked at Xiao Yunzheng who was obviously relieved.

She hesitated for a long time and said, "I have to take off your clothes before I can give you the injection."

After a pause, she added: "It's just like the time at Jishou Mountain."

Xiao Yunzheng's face turned pale, he gritted his teeth and nodded in pain.

Seeing this, A Bao quickly untied Xiao Yunzheng's belt.

She helped him lean against the bed, then took off his black upper robe, middle shirt, and inner shirt.

Xiao Yunzheng leaned on A Bao's shoulder, shaking with pain all over.

He lay on the bed, his hands tightly grasping the corners of Abao's sleeves, afraid that she would leave.

But when A Bao began to use acupuncture to seal the acupoints and relieve the pain for Xiao Yunzheng, as the needle entered the acupoint, Xiao Yunzheng suddenly clenched the edge of the couch and couldn't help but utter a sound of pain.

Ah Bao was terrified when he heard this, and his hands, which were searching for the acupuncture points on his back, began to tremble.

Unexpectedly, she needed Xiao Yunzheng's pale face to comfort her.

"Don't be afraid, Po, I can bear it."

"You don't need to endure it. Everyone will feel pain. It's not shameful."

A Bao took deep breaths again and again, and finally managed to calm himself down. He controlled the force and accuracy of the golden needle to seal the acupoint and inserted the needle again.

It really hurts. Xiao Yunzheng was afraid of scaring A Bao, so he bit his fist tightly.

Soon, warm, bright red blood flowed from between his fingers, staining the silk quilt red.

Xiao Yunzheng was so tense with pain that it was difficult for A Bao to give him an injection. After she finally gave him the last injection, she saw his hand that was bitten and almost bleeding.

A Bao closed his eyes silently, took his bleeding hand, and bandaged it without saying a word.

Xiao Yunzheng was covered in sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

The two of them lay in silence on the bed, beads of sweat rolling down his temples. He stared blankly at the little girl leaning against the bed, carefully applying medicine for him, and mist slowly formed in front of his eyes.

She was still willing to save him. She was still willing to turn back.

In his endless desolation of despair, a tiny flower grew.

Then he gently held her little finger.

A Bao stopped bandaging the wound and looked up at Xiao Yunzheng in surprise.

"Where else do you feel uncomfortable?" she asked.

But Xiao Yunzheng, who was hesitant to speak, just held her little finger tighter.

At this moment, familiar footsteps were heard at the palace gate.

Abao turned around and looked at the person who came.

It turned out to be Xie Wuai.

He first stood at the palace gate, his black robe blown into a sharp arc by the evening breeze in the corridor.

While the corners of his robe woven with fierce python patterns rustled, his dark eyes were gloomy and he remained silent, like a wild beast that had temporarily retracted its sharp claws and fangs.

Po sensed a hint of danger, especially when he stepped towards him.

The candlelight in the hall was dim, and the footsteps of the man in black robe were getting closer.

A Bao looked at the man's cold and unbridled dark eyes and suddenly realized -

He is not Xie Wuai at all.

But, my uncle Feng Ran? !