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

Being belittled by Pei Guichen, the actress became angry and ashamed.

"But I did as you said and let Xuanyuan Diyang see the so-called future - she will die at the hands of Xuanyuan Fengran."

Changing the subject, the actress shook off Pei Guichen's grip and rubbed her aching right wrist.

"But, will Xuanyuan Diyang really believe it?"

Pei Guichen smiled coldly, "Why did Xuanyuan Fengran become famous?"

The actress thought for a moment and immediately answered, "Military merit."

Pei Guichen, with a cold expression, smiled more gloomily: "It is impossible for hundreds of thousands of Northern Frontier Iron Cavalry to truly submit to Xuanyuan Fengran with just a tiger talisman. Although Xuanyuan Fengran handed over the Northern Frontier Tiger talisman, his military exploits are still there."

"This enchantment illusion this morning is a seed of doubt."

"Having personally witnessed the old emperor's sons killing each other in a fight for the throne, Abao understands better than anyone else that the temptation of the Taiji throne is irresistible."

"I will gradually make A Bao suspect that Xuanyuan Fengran has the ambition to ascend the throne and become emperor. In the end, I will let her kill Xuanyuan Fengran with her own hands. It would be best if she could grind his bones to dust and eliminate his future troubles forever."

The actress chuckled jokingly: "In the end, Master Pei took the opportunity to take the throne?"

"She originally belonged to me." Pei Guichen glanced at the actress with a frosty face.

The actress showed no fear and sneered, "When men fight, they are more ruthless than women."

Before he finished speaking, Pei Guichen's face suddenly turned dark.

The female singer said, "It's fine this way. You want Emperor Xuanyuan Yang, and I want the King Feng Ran Ren Tu."

Hearing this, Pei Guichen actually became curious: "You want Xuanyuan Fengran?"

The actress' left eye revealed the blue again.

"In the past, the King of Qin used an army of 100,000 to destroy the elite division of my barbarian tribe. Although the King of Qin has long since died a miserable death, the blood of the Qin family still exists in this world. I want that Feng Ran Ren Tu King to pay the price for the blood debt of Tu Longguan that year."

The next morning, a ship's whistle sounded.

In the west garden of the palace, in the Zhufeng Tower covered with creeping ivy.

A Bao, who was woken up, turned over with a murmur, but was caught off guard and burst into tears because of the pain.

Xuanyuan Fengran pushed the door open with his breakfast box in hand, and saw his little girl curled up in the bed with a blanket on, looking at him with her head tilted.

He looked aggrieved and pitiful, and was really miserable.

Di Xuanyuan Fengran: "..."

A Bao said aggrievedly: "Oh, it hurts, uncle, please rub it for me."

The word "Uncle Emperor" sounded so soft and coquettish, what else could Xuanyuan Fengran do?

Of course, it is the same helpless indulgence as always.

Ah Bao lay on the bed, feeling even more aggrieved when he thought about the fact that the plaster he had applied all night was completely useless: "I'd better not lie on other people's roofs secretly in the future. I'm going to get my comeuppance, oo."

Xuanyuan Fengran put the breakfast box on the table and laughed helplessly.

Having been often injured on the battlefield, he was actually prepared for this scene. Taking out the medicated oil he had prepared in advance, he smeared the oil on his palms, pressed the little girl's neck and rubbed it again and again.

Not too light, not too heavy, just the right amount of strength.

The medicinal oil does not have a bitter or unpleasant taste, but instead has a grassy fragrance.

After a while.

Although Abao's neck was still twisted, the pain was somewhat alleviated.

At this time, Hongxiu came in to help Abao with his makeup.

Princess Xuan even sent two of her personal maids.

Next to the dressing table in Zhufeng Tower, there was a window, which was half opened by Abao.

Today is sunny and windy, with bright morning light, which is a rare good weather.

While dressing up, Abao looked out the window at the Prince of Pingyue's Palace.

To be precise, the Pingyue Palace was no different from the grand residences of the aristocratic families in the imperial capital. However, since it was located in Chuyue, which was warm and humid, the palace still had many trees, flowers, plants, and rare animals that were unique to Chuyue.

In summer, flowers bloom and the world is full of vitality.

But outside the high walls of the Pingyue Palace, there is an extremely exotic atmosphere.

Hundreds of years of maritime trade with foreign countries have resulted in the buildings in Silver Pearl City being a mixture of various styles, including glazed windows from the countries in the Western Frontier, bamboo buildings from island countries such as Ganbozhi and Johor, and even white stone domes from the Western Regions such as Garuda and Persian.

Further away, the harbor is filled with ships and the scenery of the sea city is endless.

Suddenly, Po saw a tall black tower.

"What is that place?"

"That's the Ink Bone Tower."

"What is the Ink Bone Tower?"

"The light that brings sailors home."

Hearing this, A Bao glanced at the maid Zhiqin beside him.

This function sounds like a lighthouse, but the name of the Ink Bone Tower sounds unlucky.

There is no light at all.

Suddenly, there was the sound of children laughing.

Po looked in the direction of the sound out of curiosity, and saw a group of children beating and kicking a young boy.

Po frowned, "Who are those kids?"

When asked, the maid Zhiqin was confused and said with difficulty: "It's Master Ba."

A Bao was puzzled: "Master Ba?"

Maid Zhiqin: "The young master born to Concubine Jiang."

A Bao looked at the fat kid in the lead from a distance and suddenly remembered.

In the previous life, the successor to the throne of Pingyue was the son of Concubine Jiang. He had no merits or faults, but the palace was maintained by the wise and brave guest officials left by the King of Pingyue.

Thinking of this, an idea suddenly came to Abao.

"Who was the boy who was beaten?"

"He is Concubine Jiang's adopted son."