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

Xuanyuan Fengran allowed herself to release the beast that had been imprisoned in his heart for many years, and indulged in his lust for her from beginning to end.

What he wants is not a moment of pleasure, but companionship every night.

It’s just a pity that he can’t make the same mistake again.

The unchangeable fact is that he is Prince Xuanyuan of the royal jade disc, and she is the crown prince of the Xuanyuan royal family and the future empress of Daqi.

After all, he was her uncle and he could not have any offspring with her.

After all, his little girl had to have children with another man.

A Bao fell into Xuanyuan Fengran's deep kiss.

His kiss was fierce, but also strangely flattering and aggrieved.

A Bao sensed something was wrong with Xuanyuan Fengran, and couldn't help but raise his hand to hug his neck soothingly.

At this moment, A Bao didn't know that Xuanyuan Fengran was still thinking about the scene of her and Xiao Yunzheng leaning on each other in Yunqi Palace last night.

Therefore, even though he met Xiao Yunzheng last night, he had the intention to kill him.

But what's the use?

Now it seems that perhaps Xiao Yunzheng is that person.

Sealed by the kiss, Po couldn't ask the man what was wrong with him.

But his falling tears happened to fall into the corner of her eyes.

That afternoon, there was another burst of thunderous spring rain, and the peach blossoms in the garden trembled gently on the branches.

In the inner hall of the East Palace, a charcoal basin was lit and incense was burned.

A Bao was wrapped like a glutinous rice ball by Xuanyuan Fengran in fox fur and was leaning on the soft couch reading a book.

This volume of "Tongjian Kaoyi" is the homework assigned by Tutor Huo, and it is due tomorrow.

Opposite the soft couch, Xuanyuan Fengran was making tea while setting up a chessboard. He held the black chess piece in one hand and the white chess piece in the other, playing against each other.

Abao couldn't help but cover his face with a book and secretly look at him.

Xuanyuan Fengran's fingers were long and sharp, and he was playing with the black chess pieces between his cold white fingers.

When he was thinking, his slightly furrowed brows were sharp and deep.

The more Ah Bao looked at him, the happier he felt.

Suddenly, he seemed to notice something and tried to look at her, which frightened her so much that she quickly pretended to read the book seriously.

Suddenly, a dried flower fell from between the pages of the book into her arms.

A Bao picked up the dead flower in his arms, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar it seemed.

Suddenly, she remembered the origin of this flower.

At that time, Xuanyuan Fengran defeated the barbarian army and returned triumphantly for the first time.

But, in fact, long before the two armies went to war, little Abao had received a letter from his uncle.

In the letter, Uncle Feng Ran asked:

If I come back victorious, Xiao Abao, can you come pick me up?

In his reply, Xiao Abao answered seriously and firmly:

The emperor's uncle will definitely win! When the time comes, I will bring sweet-scented osmanthus wine to take the emperor's uncle home! Celebrate the emperor's uncle's victory! !

Little Abao, who was forbidden to leave the palace by Concubine Wen, sneaked out of the palace.

In midsummer, the sun is scorching and the heat is unbearable.

Little Abao mingled among the courtiers who lined the avenue to greet him, tiptoeing to secretly glance at his uncle.

The dark black Kui-patterned flag with the word "Phoenix" on it fluttered in the wind. The black horse neighed with its hooves raised. King Feng Ran, riding at the forefront of the army, was wearing black armor made of secret iron and a sharp battle robe embroidered with intricate dark golden python patterns, with dried, mottled bloodstains still faintly visible on it.

After not seeing each other for several months, little Abao was shocked to find that her gentle little uncle had changed.

His eyes were cold and murderous, still retaining the bloody smoke of the battlefield.

When she was stunned, he noticed her gaze and his eyes swept over like a sword.

The look he gave looked like he was about to draw his sword.

The cold sword intent approached her in an instant, and he did not hide his murderous intent.

But when he realized that the person who was peeking at him was her, there was a moment of panic in his eyes.

He only heard him shouting urgently -

"your Highness!"

Little Abao, who had sneaked out, wanted to hide, but was stopped by him.

At that time, all around her were the victorious Northern Frontier cavalry returning to the capital, and even civil and military officials coming out of the city to welcome her. The dignified King Feng Ran, dressed in golden and black armor, lifted his robe, dismounted, and hurriedly galloped towards her.

"A present for you!"

As he spoke, he held out a small flower like King Feng Ran presenting a treasure.

Little Abao was slow to notice then that the little uncle was holding a small flower in his arms, with beautiful red core and silver threads swaying in the wind.

Although, it is planted in an ordinary small wine jar the size of a palm.

However, this little flower brought back from the battlefield in the northern border is growing very well.

It was obvious that it had been carefully cared for by its owner along the way, and was finally given away by its owner with great expectations as a precious treasure.

"For you."

"They all say it is the most beautiful flower in northern Xinjiang."