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

He guarded Meng Guanjing until nightfall.

The moonlight is soft, like frost all over the sky.

Pouring down, the Dafulou ships are like a crouching beast, standing quietly at the junction of the river and the sea.

Ever since the pirates broke into the prison, the patrols of the Dafulou ship had been strengthened a lot. Even a fly that wanted to fly into the ship had to be kept and checked first.

It can be said to be airtight and seamless.

In the guest room on the third floor, there is a wardrobe directly opposite the bed.

A Bao, who was hiding quietly, held Xuanyuan Fengran's hand tightly while thinking secretly.

The ship was on high alert. Chu Wu was going to stay here tonight. What if he still saw the wet young man who came to take his life?

Then, she guessed that something must have been left on Chu Wu.

Just like the strange show she saw in front of the Temple of the Goddess of the Sea.

It was that thing that made Chu Wu confused and restless, and he saw the illusion in the middle of the night.

I waited and waited until the midnight bell sounded.

There is an ominous and weird atmosphere.

In the room where Shi Xi once lived, the light lemon-orange scent became stronger and came straight to A Bao's nose, mixed with a very light spruce scent.

Xuanji is best at making perfume.

Abao, who has been playing with Xuanji since childhood, is also sensitive to scents.

At this time, the lemon and orange fragrance in Xi's room was clearly different.

In order to find the source of the spruce scent, A Bao sniffed curiously. After a long time, he followed the scent and smelled Xuanyuan Fengran's neck.

She subconsciously moved closer to his neck and sniffed it hard again.

"It's not the emperor's uncle's smell." A Bao muttered to himself. When he raised his eyes, he found that the emperor's uncle in black robe had darkened his eyes and even his breathing became heavier.

A Bao's mind suddenly came to her mind, and the black-robed uncle raised his hand and pressed the back of her neck, rubbing it hard.

His fingertips brushed against her skin as he moved closer and closer to her.

She took a deep breath, and suddenly, he leaned over and kissed her on the lips.

It was obviously a familiar action, but at this moment the small cabinet was very crowded and suddenly became hotter.

His big hands held her waist.

The moment she quietly closed her eyes, the deep and quiet ebony scent of the black-robed emperor's uncle enveloped her like his embrace, strong yet gentle.

So cruel, as if he wanted to devour her;

He was so pious, as if she was the god he worshipped with his soul.

Abao's heartbeat became rapid and his breathing became disordered.

In the silence of the crowded closet, everything becomes audible.

The waves gently hit the hull, the flags of the Xuanyuan Emperor clan were blown by the wind, the tails of the upstream fish rippled the water, and there were birds singing on both sides of the river gorge in the distance, and the rustling of the mountains and forests...

I don’t know how long this kiss lasted.

A Bao opened his eyes with a deep breath, and looked at Xuanyuan Fengran with mist in his eyes.

Xuanyuan Fengran's black eyes were complicated, as if he was forcing himself to hold back and suppress something.

A Bao was silent for a moment, not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, there were rustling sounds of footsteps outside the closet.

A Bao suddenly came to his senses.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to return to the state of being Chu Wu’s good friend.

With courage, Abao secretly opened a small gap in the wardrobe.

She carefully observed the scene outside the closet.

The cabin was pitch black, with only the sound of footsteps and rustling noises.

She even felt the footsteps approaching.

However, the room on the third floor was only this small, and she had deliberately chosen a hiding closet with an unobstructed view, but she couldn't see the owner of the footsteps.

Puzzled, Abao looked worried.

Suddenly, Xuanyuan Fengran behind her put out his hand to cover her eyes.

A Bao's whole body tensed up, and he murmured in a low voice, "Uncle?"

However, he just silently put his arms around her waist, held her tightly in his arms, covered her eyes and forced her to lean on his chest.

The darkness before her eyes should have brought back her fear of being buried alive.

But when she smelled the ebony scent on Xuanyuan Fengran's body, she felt more at ease.

No hurry, no hurry at all.

A Bao secretly encouraged herself: Since the black-robed uncle agreed to accompany her to expose this trick of pretending to be a ghost, no matter what ghost appears tonight, it will be defeated by the God of Death.

For a long time afterwards, the cabin, which should have been completely silent, continued to be filled with rustling noises.

Xuanyuan Fengran looked through the gap in the wardrobe that Abao had opened, and watched with cold black eyes as a thin black shadow quietly climbed down from the beam of the guest room.

The thin black shadow used his hands and feet to crawl towards Chu Wu's bed swiftly and neatly.

At the same time, Chu Wu lowered the curtains of the bed.

But tonight, she couldn't fall asleep, and she held the boy's golden knife with red beads in both hands.

With shaking hands, he aimed at the curtain.