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

"Uncle! Do you still remember this flower?"

A Bao leaned his elbows on the table, walked up to Xuanyuan Fengran with bright eyes, raised the flowers in his hand and shook them at the man.

It was this flower that made her think of her uncle every time she saw the beautiful flower.

I have to pick some and bring them home to show my uncle.

Although it is dry, the red stamens and silver threads are captured at their most beautiful.

Xuanyuan Fengran moved his gaze from the dried flowers to his little girl's clean eyes that were curved with a smile.

Of course he remembers.

I even remember that in front of all the soldiers and court officials, the old emperor's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Memories came flooding back, and Xuanyuan Fengran silently clenched the black chess piece in his hand.

At the time, he thought he had scared her.

Just like a child who had done something wrong, he was afraid that she would be afraid of him and stay away from him.

But now, he has hidden the bloody smell of ten years of war very well, and now when his little girl gets close to him, she can only smell the remaining deep and quiet ebony scent.

So, Xuanyuan Fengran smiled softly, "I thought you lost the flowers."

"No! I have been taking good care of this flower!"

Although A Bao was very afraid of the lingering smell of blood on Xuanyuan Fengran, when she looked up, she saw Uncle Fengran, wearing golden and black armor, smiling with anticipation in his eyes.

She couldn't say no.

Thinking of this, Abao pursed his lips and smiled.

This flower, which was held in the arms of her uncle Feng Ran and brought to her, was more precious than the priceless golden peony in the palace flower shop.

After receiving the flowers, she took good care of them for many years.

But she regretted that she shouldn't have brought the flower with her when she entered Bailu Mountain.

Seeing that she cared, Xiao Jingyue not only poisoned the flower to death, but also deliberately smashed the jar and broke the flower's roots.

Looking back, that was the first time she and Xiao Jingyue had fought.

She scratched Xiao Jingyue's face, and Xiao Jingyue kicked her several times.

"After Xiao Jingyue killed it, I was so angry that I teamed up with Xie Wuai to pretend to be a hanged ghost to scare Xiao Jingyue in the middle of the night." A Bao poked the dried flowers with his fingertips.

The flowers were wilted and the branches were broken in the broken porcelain of the fallen wine jar. They should have been thrown away.

"Fortunately, I was smart and hid it in a book."

As she spoke, A Bao felt a little guilty again. In fact, after Xuanyuan Fengran left the palace for a long time, she and he gradually became estranged, and she also forgot that there were flowers hidden in the book.

"After a long time, the flower is still there."

"Do you like it?" Xuanyuan Fengran asked deliberately while lazily playing with the black chess piece between his fingers.

A Bao smiled with his eyes curved, and he leaned close to Xuanyuan Fengran's lips and kissed him.

"It was given to me by the Emperor's uncle! Of course I like it!"

Xuanyuan Fengran's eyes darkened, but Abao suddenly retreated to the other side of the couch, like a kitten stealing fish, proudly wagging his big fluffy tail.

"Hehe~" Uncle, I'm so bad!

"Hehe..." Can't I deal with you, little girl?

Before Xuanyuan Fengran finished speaking, A Bao saw him stand up and walk straight towards her.

Suddenly, Xuanyuan Fengran's tall figure completely enveloped her.

He put his arm around her waist and slowly leaned closer to her.

His dark eyes were gentle, and he smiled and asked, "Is the homework assigned by Master Huo difficult?"

The conversation changed so quickly that Po was confused.

Xuanyuan Fengran's voice was hoarse, and he asked again: "How about I help you write it?"

"Oh?" Po became more confused.

But Xuanyuan Fengran's hand was already on the back of her neck, his fingertips slowly stroking it gently.

"Woo woo. Uncle, stop moving your hands."

"I'm not paper. Woohoo. Uncle, what are you writing on me? It's itchy!"

Abao's tiny intimate complaints were swallowed up by the kiss.

At the same time, in the remote courtyard of Linhua Palace.

The bluestone slabs were covered with green moss, the doors and windows rattled in the wind, and under the eaves of the courtyard, the rain fell like curtains and the water accumulated into puddles.

Pei Guichen waited for most of the day, but still did not see Abao.

Instead, it was the little servant who complained and talked about what the palace people had been talking about recently.

"They all say that the father and daughter of the Heavenly Family are of the same bloodline."

"The night before, His Majesty was furious because of Concubine Li Jia, and summoned the imperial physician to the cold palace late at night."

"Last night, the princess visited Concubine Xiao and saw that Concubine Xiao was seriously ill. She did not hesitate to mobilize a large number of troops and summoned old doctor Zhang to Yunqi Palace to diagnose his pulse."

At this point, the little servant boy said angrily: "The princess even stayed in Yunqi Palace and took care of Xiao Cejun all night. But when you were killed and your arm was broken, the princess didn't take such considerate care of you. The princess is too partial to Xiao Cejun!"

The little servant boy looked at Pei Guichen, becoming more and more indignant: "Jun, you are the princess's savior! You have been in the palace for such a long time, but the princess has never summoned you to sleep with her!"

Pei Guichen silently clenched the handle of the fan.

"Could it be that you, my Lord, have to take the initiative?" The little servant was very troubled. After hearing this, he convinced himself. He was surprised and certain: "It must be like this! Last night, the Lord of Jinyi Palace broke into Yunqi Palace and took the princess away directly."

"Not only did the princess not seem angry, she even allowed the master of Jinyi Palace to stay in the inner palace."

Standing under the rain curtain on the eaves, Pei Guichen's eyes were cold.

Every word the little servant boy said was like a sharp thorn, piercing his heart.

Just at this moment, a rustling sound came from the swaying forest covered by spring rain.

Something was creeping closer.