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

She spared Pei Guichen's life in order to thoroughly investigate the Huainan Pei family.

Unexpectedly, the Pei family was secretly interacting with the barbarians.

A Bao came back to her senses with a start, and Xuanyuan Fengran was stroking her furrowed brows with a complicated expression.

"Are you angry because of Lan Mi?"

Xuanyuan Fengran's voice was hoarse, which made Abao even more confused.

She blinked blankly, "Why are you angry?"

Xuanyuan Fengran was choked: "..."

A Bao thought about it carefully again and again, and suddenly, he suddenly realized.

"Uncle Emperor, do you think I'm jealous of Lan Mi?!"

Xuanyuan Fengran held his forehead with his hand: “…” There’s no need to expose me.

Thinking of this huge misunderstanding, A Bao hurriedly explained: "I'm not angry! Really! I'm not jealous of the emperor's uncle and Lan Mi!!"

"I was distracted just now because I was thinking about Pei Guichen!"

When it comes to new clues, A Bao gets more and more excited. "Just when Pei Guichen pretended to be in white robes, Lan Mi, the youngest daughter of the barbarian king Ashile, appeared at the Haimiao Lantern Festival. Is it just a coincidence? Pei Guichen and the Huainan Pei family behind him are very likely to be secretly communicating with the barbarians!"

After he finished speaking, A Bao's eyes sparkled as he stared at Xuanyuan Fengran.

"Uncle! Am I right?"

It turns out that his little girl is not angry.

But it was obviously a good thing that she wasn't angry, so why did he feel inexplicably disappointed?

Xuanyuan Fengran was silent for a long time before he said, "Yes."

In fact, it’s okay to be jealous and angry occasionally.

Suddenly, the mighty Man-Slayer King was stunned.

The little girl supported herself on the bed with her hands and came over to kiss his forehead affectionately.

The little girl even said seriously: "Don't worry! I'm really not angry!"

Xuanyuan Fengran: "..."

He lowered his head and stared at the adorable little girl in his arms.

After a while, he suddenly burst into laughter.

It’s actually good not to be angry.

Xuanyuan Fengran lifted the quilt and got into bed. A Bao was surprised to be held by his waist and pulled into his arms, and his voice was particularly gentle and soothing.

"Take another nap with me."

"Then uncle, sing a lullaby for me! Folk songs from Northern Frontier!" A Bao acted coquettishly.

As expected, she is still a little girl. Thinking of this, Xuanyuan Fengran smiled helplessly and gently, lowered his head and placed a kiss on her brow.

He had no choice but to indulge her request.

The sunrise at the seaside is both peaceful and lively.

The golden sunlight poured in, first the tranquil sea, the towering Mogu Tower, the busy dock, the bustling streets, the magnificent Pingyue Palace, and finally the incense-filled Hai Niangniang Temple, the round building and the wooden bridge...

A Bao was coaxed by Xuanyuan Fengran into a good and dreamless sleep.

After waking up and having a hearty lunch, he became lively and full of fighting spirit again.

By the window of the tea room, on the soft couch on the tea table, Xuanyuan Fengran was wearing a jet-black robe, his right fist pressed against his brow in annoyance, and his left hand was clutching a secret letter that he had just opened.

The news from the imperial capital this time is not good.

Thinking of this, Xuanyuan Fengran looked towards the bed with complicated feelings.

He had just applied medicine to her, and her injured left foot was wrapped into an ugly white dumpling, which made her take rouge and paint little red flowers on the gauze in disgust.

Sighing, but cute.

Xuanyuan Fengran silently put away the secret letter, stood up and walked to Abao.

He half-knelt down on the edge of the bed, thinking about how scared she would be when she was tossed around in the black iron coffin.

Let her relax for at least two more days.

A Bao noticed that Xuanyuan Fengran was acting unusually and thought that he was still blaming himself.

She pretended to be cool and casual. "It's actually a blessing in disguise! This trip to Chuyue is in the public eye. With this injury, Uncle Feng Ran must personally apply medicine to me and serve as my crutch. I can then stay by his side with a clear conscience!"

"Besides, I can't last a hundred days if I'm injured!"

Xuanyuan Fengran raised his hand and held Abao's face, forcing a gentle smile.

Suddenly, in the corridor, Hongxiu knocked on the door.

"Your Highness, King Xuan is here with Prince Xuan and Miss Chu Wu to see you."

"Take the guests to the pavilion and watch the tea."

Hongxiu accepted the order and quietly withdrew.

In the cabin on the fifth floor, Abao leaned over and held his uncle's face in his hands soothingly.

"Don't worry, uncle. I remember you taught me to know both yourself and your enemy so that you can win every battle. So I understand that I can't fall out with King Xuan for the time being."

Xuanyuan Fengran rubbed Abao's head proudly.

Then, he watched A Bao fiddling with the bronze mirror for a while, and finally his face turned pale. He put on a snow-silk brocade skirt embroidered with dark patterns of frosty silver thread, revealing innocent weakness.

A poor, frightened little thing.

Xuanyuan Fengran reached out to help out as usual, but was rejected.

Po: "Uncle Huang can't help me! I need to be strong-willed to do this!"

Xuanyuan Fengran: "..."

Seeing A Bao pushing open the door with a pale face and a fierce look, Xuanyuan Fengran sighed helplessly and followed her silently.