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

The journey out of the Xiao Mansion was very quiet.

A Bao's hand was always held tightly by Xiao Yunzheng.

She was in some pain.

But seeing Xiao Yunzheng's unhappy expression, she couldn't bear it and didn't struggle.

Who would have thought that there was a carriage parked in front of the Xiao Mansion.

Six horses were drawn abreast in the pitch-black carriage with a golden canopy and a red crown, which looked luxurious and gorgeous.

Standing next to the carriage that the Lord of the East Palace used to travel was Xuanyuan Fengran.

It was unknown how long the man hiding behind Xie Wuai's human skin mask had been waiting. After seeing her, he looked at her quietly with gentle eyes.

But it was gentle and a little sad.

While Abao was stunned, he was already walking towards her.

Standing in front of Abao, Xuanyuan Fengran rubbed her head helplessly.

"I almost thought you were kidnapped." Xuanyuan Fengran said with lingering fear: "If you want to go out to play in the future, remember to report to me in advance."

A Bao was stunned: "Yeah."

Xuanyuan Fengran was very abnormal. She had a vague foreboding.

At this moment, Xuanyuan Fengran looked at Xiao Yunzheng's hand holding Abao with a smile.

He grabbed Xiao Yunzheng's hand.

Xiao Yunzheng lowered his head. Xuanyuan Fengran's fingers were slender and cold, and they were sharp enough to break gold and jade.

As Xuanyuan Fengran's strength grew stronger, Xiao Yunzheng's hands trembled slightly.

Xuanyuan Fengran smiled fiercely, "How about I personally help Xiao Cejun?"

Xiao Yunzheng's eyes dimmed slightly, and he said sternly: "Why bother?"

"Abao is weak, why bother her?" Xuanyuan Fengran smiled meaningfully.

Xiao Yunzheng gritted his teeth silently and let go of A Bao's hand.

A Bao who was watching: "?"

On an afternoon with light clouds and warm breeze, the walls are dotted with flowers and willows are swaying in the green waves.

The streets are busy with traffic, people and noise.

In the carriage of the Lord of the East Palace.

When we came, there were two of us.

When we came back, there were three of us.

Even though the carriage and couch of the Lord of the East Palace were very spacious, it still seemed strangely crowded.

On A Bao's left side, Xiao Yunzheng leaned against a cushion with his eyes closed.

On her right hand side, Xuanyuan Fengran tapped the tea table with his fingers nonchalantly.

The carriage moved forward slowly and steadily.

The air was filled with incense and red ginseng tea was bubbling with steam on the small stove.

It was very peaceful and quiet, and Po gradually felt sleepy.

Blinking sleepily, she became more and more sleepy. She yawned softly, gave up resisting the sleepiness, and moved closer to the familiar scent.

A Bao only felt that the man she was leaning on had solid and reliable shoulders, and he seemed to be afraid that she would fall, so he put his arms around her and held her firmly in his arms.

Well, the embrace is also a familiar feeling.

The sleepy Abao subconsciously put his arms around his uncle's waist.

Xuanyuan Fengran's back stiffened, and he looked down at the little girl who was sleeping soundly in his arms, and her hands that were hugging his waist tighter and tighter.

Xuanyuan Fengran's eyes gradually became dark.

Xuanyuan Fengran took a deep breath, pulled the fox fur over and carefully covered his little girl.

And Po suddenly murmured like a dream, "Uncle, hug me~~"

The man who was so unruly on the battlefield suddenly smiled gently when he heard these words.

At the same time, Xiao Yunzheng opened his eyes.

The next moment, Xuanyuan Fengran looked up with a smile.

When they meet on a narrow road and their eyes clash, it's like a close combat.

Xuanyuan Fengran smiled.

Xiao Yunzheng silently clenched his fists in his sleeves.

Although there were undercurrents, the journey back to the palace was relatively peaceful.

It could even be said to be unexpectedly calm.

When A Bao woke up, he found her lying on the soft couch in the inner hall of the East Palace.

It was already dark, and the candlelight in the inner hall was flickering.

But she is no longer alone.

Xuanyuan Fengran was sitting on the edge of the couch, with writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone spread out on the desk, replying to a letter.

Seeing that she woke up, he turned sideways, bent his fingers, and gently hooked the tip of Abao's nose.

Even his voice was gentle: "Did you get enough sleep?"

Po nodded happily: "Yeah!"

The sleepiness faded away and Po became lively again.

She stood up on the soft couch with her hands and put her arms around her uncle's neck.

"This is the first time that my uncle is offering sacrifices to the goddess of flowers. How is it going?"

She was afraid of making mistakes and delaying him, so she specially prepared the flower cake in advance.

Wait, something's wrong.

A Bao suddenly realized: "Uncle, you escaped the flower god sacrifice! Right?"

Otherwise, at that time outside the Xiao Mansion, Xuanyuan Fengran should have presided over the ceremony in the Jinyi Hall.

"Yeah, I escaped. So you're going to punish me?"

As he spoke, Xuanyuan Fengran handed a peeled lychee to Abao's lips.

"Yes! I have to punish you! But I'll think about how to punish you!"

As he spoke, A Bao took a bite of the lychee, which immediately gave off a fragrant taste and the juice was refreshing and sweet.

She was immediately surprised and bit the lychee and said incoherently: "Lychees from Xiangzhou City?"

The lychees from Xiangzhou City are more rare than the milk dates from Qingzhou, not to mention that it is only March now.

Xuanyuan Fengran just continued to peel the lychees while asking.

"Is it tasty?"

“It’s delicious!”

Of course, Po nodded obediently.

Another lychee was handed to her lips and she bit into it.

But he didn't notice that he accidentally touched Xuanyuan Fengran's fingertips.

Xuanyuan Fengran's eyes gradually became meaningful as he stared at the corner of A Bao's lips.

The wound on the corner of my lip that was bitten last time has healed, without even a trace left.

Xuanyuan Fengran suddenly wanted to leave some marks on the corner of her lips, so that those who dared to dream and covet his little girl would automatically go away.

The lychees are sweet and the red gauze tent is warm.

The next day, A Bao rubbed his waist and thought: Wasn't it me who punished the emperor's uncle?

Why does it look like I was punished by the Emperor's uncle?