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

At Zhu Niang's invitation, A Bao settled down in her home.

Different from the desolate and numb village, Zhu Niang's courtyard is very warm.

Especially, Nannan’s own little house.

The head of the bed is covered with a soft blanket and hung with a starfish bell; there is a lotus lantern on the desk, which must have been made by my daughter herself, clumsy but cute; the small windmill on the window is turning slowly; there are also a small wooden horse, a small spinning top, and a half-finished jigsaw puzzle.

If Nannan were still alive, she would definitely be a happy child.

When this thought came to his mind, A Bao was stunned.

Yes, if Nannan were still alive.

But, Nannan died.

Looking at Zhu Niang choosing a little skirt for her daughter, A Bao felt even more uncomfortable.

"The bones are all mixed together, and it's impossible to tell who is who, so there's no such thing as burying bones on this island. In fact, even if the bones were still there, with all the snakes on the ground, it would be impossible to rest in peace." Zhu Niang gently stroked the lotus-colored blouse she had chosen.

"But my daughter has to go home."

Hearing this, A Bao's eyes became sore and he turned away sadly.

But she saw her uncle Feng Ran standing at the door of the cottage.

He waved at her gently, and she walked up to the man involuntarily.

"Uncle Feng Ran..." Before she finished her words, her tears were revealed.

Xuanyuan Fengran, who had been fighting all night, restrained all his violence and ruthlessness, gently rubbed his little girl's head, and hugged her tightly in his arms with one hand.

"Cry if you want to. No one can see you." The man in black robe had a low and particularly gentle voice.

Hearing this, Abao hid in his arms and let his tears flow, falling even harder.

She remembered what the old emperor said before his death in her previous life.

The imperial throne in the Taiji Hall is both a glory and a shackle.

And when she steps toward the imperial throne, she must carry the people of Daqi on her shoulders.

This was clearly a truth she had fully understood in her previous life, so why was she always shedding tears after being reborn in this life, when she should have been tougher and more resolute?

After a while, A Bao grabbed the sleeve of the black-robed emperor's uncle and wiped his tears.

"I'm too fragile. I shouldn't cry."

Upon hearing this, Xuanyuan Fengran gently rubbed his little girl's head again, and comforted her in a deep voice: "Crying is not weakness, but Abao's heart is very soft."

Hearing this, A Bao looked up in surprise, and the emperor's uncle raised his hand to wipe away her tears.

“But it’s okay to be vulnerable.”

"Abao, there will always be the Emperor's uncle as a shield behind him." However, before he finished speaking, Xuanyuan Fengran's eyes dimmed, "There won't be a next time."

Which time? A Bao followed the black-robed uncle's line of sight and lowered his head in confusion.

At this moment, she finally remembered.

Although the knife wound to the neck did not penetrate deep, it still left a red mark.

"It's my uncle's fault that you got hurt." Xuanyuan Fengran grabbed Abao's hand and put it on his neck. His deep voice was filled with regret, and he was about to lose control. "Abao, do you want to cut me here? Teach your uncle a lesson."

A Bao was stunned for a moment, but slowly, the corners of his eyes turned red again.

Under her fingertips, she could feel his hot neck skin and taut veins, and she could even feel the strong beating of his pulse.

After a long silence, Abao gently stroked the side of his neck with his fingertips.

"You're in pain, and I'm in pain too."

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Fengran was shocked, while A Bao stared at the dark eyes of his uncle.

"No one of us wants to get hurt, okay?"

Before he could finish his words, A Bao was embraced by Xuanyuan Fengran again.

I heard his hoarse voice in my ear, "Okay."

In the distance, Hai Xi, who was watching silently, had a darker and darker look in his eyes.

The little princess is so dependent on the ruthless King Feng Ran.

Did she remember something?

At the same time, the palace in the dense jungle of the island.

Pei Guichen opened the door and saw the familiar graceful and slender figure of a woman standing next to the snow-white hibiscus orchid beside the bed.

The frosty tea brocade skirt embroidered with star and moon patterns was blown up by the morning sea breeze.

Suddenly, he was reminded of the fairy who seemed to be walking on the moon in the dilapidated temple in the mountains.

Take care of him tenderly, pull him out of the underworld, and bring him back to the human world.

But at this moment, the woman in front of him suddenly looked back.

Pei Guichen was slightly startled, "Jing'er?"

This question made Xiao Jingyue feel more surprised than happy, and her heart suddenly turned cold.

But she quickly hid her thoughts, and as happy as a fluttering butterfly, she threw herself into Pei Guichen's arms and said coquettishly, "Brother Guichen! Jing'er misses you so much!"

The woman in his arms was weak, but the look she gave him was full of love and attachment.

Pei Guichen rarely felt a subtle sense of guilt.

In his previous life, Xiao Jingyue was the woman who accompanied him throughout his life.

She is also the mother of his son Yuan Zhao.

The image of Abao shouldn't have appeared in his mind just now.

Thinking of this, Pei Guichen attributed the momentary trance to the sight of A Bao in snow-white clothes on the deck of the Dafulou ship that day.

The black hair is tied up high like a waterfall, and the sea breeze blows past, making the tassels of the simple and elegant silver hairpin sway gently.

After taking several deep breaths, Pei Guichen finally came back to his senses. He patted Xiao Jingyue's back soothingly and asked with concern, "Why did you come here suddenly?"

"Brother Guichen is not with Jinger, and Jinger always has nightmares, dreaming that Brother Guichen is in danger." Xiao Jingyue clung to Pei Guichen's chest, tears in her eyes, "As soon as Xie Wuai left the imperial capital, Jinger rushed to save Brother Guichen!"

However, Pei Guichen still thought of Abao.

In her previous life, whether she was the Crown Princess of the Eastern Palace or she ascended the throne and was called the Empress, whenever she encountered difficulties or dangers, Abao accepted them silently.

When she was most upset, she would just hide away and cry.

She felt embarrassed and ashamed when he found out.

He suddenly found that his memory could be so clear when he told her that she could cry freely to someone she trusted and depended on.

A Bao was stunned for a long time, and finally hid in his arms and cried silently.

But he was reborn, and the little girl never cried in front of him.

Every time she felt sad and cried, she was in Xuanyuan Fengran's arms.