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

It was really embarrassing to have my face covered in blood after being scratched by the little princess.

The eldest prince was furious, but he could only grit his teeth, utter a few harsh words, and then slam the door and leave angrily with his lackeys.

This farce not only alarmed the guards patrolling the cold palace.

Also, Concubine Wen rushed over after hearing the news.

When Concubine Wen saw the wound on her daughter's face, her expression suddenly changed.

"Return to the palace with my mother."

"Mother, my little brother is injured."

Little Abao wanted to help Xuanyuan Fengran wipe the blood from his eyes, but was stopped by Concubine Wen.

"He's not the little brother."

"hold head high?"

Little Abao tilted his head in confusion, while Concubine Wen tried hard to suppress her fear.

"He is your uncle."

"Ah?" A bolt from the blue -

When little Abao was stunned, Concubine Wen did not allow any explanation and dragged little Abao away.

The young boy Xuanyuan Fengran lay in the snow and looked at the little girl.

The little girl looked back worriedly.

Until her figure disappeared at the end of the palace wall.

The young man Xuanyuan Fengran clenched his left fist and pressed it hard against his aching abdomen.

Finally, he couldn't help it and coughed up a mouthful of black blood.

The snow began to fall again that winter. In the vast snow curtain, the icy and biting blizzard covered the bloodstains on the boy's face.

The boy, who was almost frozen, supported himself on the stone bench with his hands and stood up.

Looking at the towering palace road that Po had left, and the bloodstained fragments of the little tiger clay figurine in the snow, the young man slowly laughed coldly.

Sure enough, he was left behind again.

When night fell completely, the cold palace was swept by cold wind and snow.

Outside the window there was a howling snowstorm and the broken and leaky windows were rattling.

The old trees surrounding the cold palace were like gloomy ghosts, making shrill roars.

Lying on a wooden board with only a thin quilt, Xuanyuan Feng had a high fever and his whole body was burning.

In a daze, he heard someone talking.

"It's really an injustice and evil."

"The little princess got a fever as soon as she got home. All the imperial doctors are in Guanju Palace right now! After being harmed by him like that, I don't know if the little princess can survive!"

"If the little princess is really gone, then what about him?"

"Your Majesty is furious. I'm afraid this little bastard must die."

Is that little girl sick?

Even sick... dying?

The young boy Xuanyuan Fengran, who seemed to be roasted in a charcoal basin, was unwilling to believe it.

It must be fake. Those people outside must have heard the wrong news.

The delicate and pretty little girl was just like her name, warm and enthusiastic, innocent and lively, so full of vitality that he envied her.

The young boy Xuanyuan Fengran remembered that the little girl wanted to wait for Chunri with him.

In spring, she would fly a kite with him.

From childhood to adulthood, she was the first one to get close to him, but it was like the curse was coming true again.

She got close to him and then began to become unhappy.

Xuanyuan Fengran, who was nearly unconscious due to a high fever, thought of the gods and Buddhas.

During the years he was abandoned in the cold palace, he thought for the first time, are there really gods and Buddhas?

If there really are gods and Buddhas above.

The young boy Xuanyuan Fengran smiled before he fell into coma.

Let me die.

Let little Po live.

However, Xuanyuan Fengran did not die.

The next day, the warm sun shone into the house through the snow on the windowsill.

The young man Xuanyuan Fengran opened his eyes again.

After this, the gate of the cold palace was locked with iron chains again.

The guards in the cold palace were replaced by the imperial guards, who never said a word.

Xuanyuan Fengran had no way of knowing about Xiao Abao's illness.

Throughout the long winter, the young Xuanyuan Fengran often sat under the old locust tree, trying to see the end of the palace road through the gaps in the iron chains.

But the little girl who left the palace road that day never came back.

The boy almost gave up the idea of ​​seeing little Po again.

However, the emperor suddenly issued an imperial decree to release the young man from the cold palace.

On the day when the gate of the cold palace was reopened, the old locust tree bloomed its first flower of spring.

The sun was warm and the little girl, wearing a soft fox fur coat, rushed in happily.

"Little Emperor Uncle!"

The cute little girl, who looked like a sticky rice ball, leaned close to the boy's ear and whispered.

"After I recovered from my illness, I told my father that I had dreamed of an old man wearing an imperial robe."

"Actually, I made up that dream."

"But I told my father that the old man said he was my royal grandfather."

"The old man also taught me not to fight with my eldest brother anymore. Brothers and sisters should be friendly and respectful, and help each other. Brothers and sisters should be close to each other when fighting tigers!"

"Then, Father will let you go!"

The young boy Xuanyuan Fengran looked at the silly little girl and his heart moved slightly.

In fact, this method has always been there.

But he was surprised that she could think of it and was willing to try it for him.

The young man Xuanyuan Fengran discovered that there really was someone who could be close to him without any ill will and would not be killed by his evil curse.