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

The snowstorm in the northern border is getting heavier and heavier, and the howling wind is so cold that it penetrates into the bones.

King Feng Ran coaxed, "Don't be afraid, I'll take care of everything."

Hearing this, little Abao hugged the man's waist tightly with both hands and cried.

"If you lose, I will die with you."

It was not an illusion. As soon as these words came out, the man's hand that was soothing her back suddenly froze.

There was dead silence for a while, with only the crackling sound of burning wood.

"Little Po, do you know what you are talking about?"

The man let go of the little girl in his arms, his eyes gentle and helpless, as if he was watching her making trouble.

But she nodded stubbornly, "I know."

Only Xuanyuan Fengran, her uncle Fengran, could allow her to brave the wind and snow to come and die. Even the moment she saw him, all her fear and sadness turned into peace of mind.

However, the man still didn't believe it.

"Okay, my little Po is the smartest."

As he spoke, the dignified King Feng Ran suppressed all his coldness and ruthlessness, lowered his head, pressed his hand against his little girl's forehead, and slowly closed his eyes.

Although he wanted to hide it, his deep voice still revealed his exhaustion at the moment.

Year after year, the northern border has experienced long, cold winters with wind and snow.

There were also countless deaths on the battlefield, both large and small.

The man caught in the flames of war said hoarsely, "Rest with me for a while."

“……”In fact, little Abao was full of things on his mind and couldn’t calm down at all.

But she still silently grasped the man's battle robe, hugged him carefully, leaned on his shoulders, and quietly described the sharp and coldness of his black armor.

Soon, the news that a little girl had moved into the commander's tent spread everywhere.

Although King Feng Ran claimed to the outside world that she was a maid from the royal palace in the imperial capital.

But several deputy generals have seen the little princess from the imperial capital.

I was full of doubts as to why the little princess risked her life to come from the prosperous imperial capital to the bitter and cold northern border, but it was just as Po had planned from the beginning.

The deputy generals felt more stable.

After all, they had been back to the imperial capital and knew that the old emperor doted on his youngest daughter.

With the emperor's daughter in hand, he is not afraid of those treacherous officials in the imperial court who might secretly make moves.

Three days after Abao arrived in the northern border, the snowstorm gradually subsided.

King Feng Ran, who led his scouts on patrol, actually brought back a peach blossom.

"In the Winter Mountain, which borders the Northern Frontier and the Barbarians, there is a valley that is as warm as spring, with peach blossoms blooming." The man touched his little girl's head, "Does Xiao Abao like it?"

"Yeah! I like it very much!"

Little Abao, with his eyes curved with laughter, nodded seriously.

Then, he pushed his uncle Feng Ran out of the tent in a mysterious manner.

"Uncle, don't peek! I'm going to show off my skills!"

The man who was kicked out of his tent smiled softly: "Do you need me to fetch water in advance?"

"Why is the emperor's uncle fetching water?" Little Abao was at a loss.

"Because you may burn down the camp, the emperor's uncle will not be able to save it in time."

Little Po was instantly angry and said, "Humph! No need for that!"

Little Abao, who has learned pastry making from Aunt Rong for half a month, is doing well.

The peach blossom cake came out of the oven hot and the tent was not burned.

"Try it!" Little Abao handed the porcelain plate filled with crystal clear peach blossom cake to his uncle as if offering a treasure, "Today is a very special day!"

King Feng Ran took a bite with a gentle smile and was about to ask what was special about it.

His face suddenly turned cold.

Little Abao's breathing suddenly became tight, "Uncle?"

The man turned around and lifted the curtain, and ordered sternly, "Be alert immediately! Block all exits!! Thoroughly check all camps and find the barbarian assassins!!"

Little Abao was at a loss, and his eyes were filled with tears.

The man turned around and stuffed a blood-stained jade pendant into her hand. He then put his hands on her shoulders and said soothingly, "Uncle knows that this matter has nothing to do with you."

"But you have to know how to protect yourself!"

"Listen to two things!"

"First, we must not throw away this blood-stained jade pendant!"

"Second, if I die, leave Northern Frontier immediately! Return to the Imperial Capital!"

Otherwise, when the barbarian army breaks through the pass, the first person to suffer will be her, Princess Daqi!

After saying this, the man touched her face reluctantly.

Everything that happened next happened so fast, like a quick tour.

Her uncle Feng Ran collapsed in front of her, the poison quickly spread to his heart and veins, and he fell into a coma.

General Chen, the first deputy commander of the Northern Frontier Iron Cavalry, saw that she was holding the blood-stained jade pendant, looked at her meaningfully, turned around and sent two teams of guards to protect her closely.

Immediately, General Chen deployed defenses and was on alert according to the commander's instructions before he fell into a coma.

However, there are no complete secrets in the world.

The commander's life or death is unknown, and the Northern Frontier Army is in a panic.

After taking the patient's pulse, the old military doctor sighed and shook his head.

"This poison is rare in the world. I have no cure for it."

Hearing this, little Abao turned pale and looked at his uncle Feng Ran who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

Everything in the world is interdependent and mutually exclusive. She doesn't believe that there is no antidote for this poison.

"If you want to survive, you have to be tougher, uncle..."

"Uncle, don't go!!"

With a cry of surprise, Po suddenly opened his eyes.

What he saw was Yan Haixi.

The man sat cross-legged beside her and asked in a deep voice, "Did you have a nightmare?"

"Where is my uncle? How is his injury?" A Bao hurriedly got up, grabbed his collar with both hands, and threatened: "Tell me quickly!"

In silence, Yan Hai lowered his eyes and glanced at the little girl's hand that was clutching his collar.

The strip of cloth on the left wrist was stained with blood.

He actually thought that her injury must be very painful at this moment.

Yan Haixi laughed at himself. What he had always wanted was actually given to him by her.

Yan Haixi looked at her, his eyes full of pity for her.

"When I left the Dafulou ship, he was only breathing his last breath."

"The only thing you can say is, please ask me to save you."

Hearing this, Abao felt as if he had fallen into the abyss.