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

But if ice gets close to the warm sun, it will die.

The timid boy got a turning point in Blizzard that year.

Little Po's birthday is coming up, and in order to catch a precious fire fox for a scarf, Xuanyuan Fengran goes into the hinterland of the mountain, deep in the red maple forest filled with miasma.

He was worried that Xiao Abao would come to visit him again, but he broke the promise.

Xuanyuan Fengran asked his good friend to explain it for him.

It was such a coincidence, as if they had telepathy. As soon as Xuanyuan Fengran left, little Abao came happily.

What he saw was a strange boy wearing a mask.

"? Where's my little uncle?"

"I'm a good friend of Xuanyuan Fengran, and he asked me to tell you something." Taking out the token Xuanyuan Fengran left for him, a white kite the size of a palm, the young man Yan Haixi finished his explanation briefly, "Anything else you want to ask?"

After saying this, the boy actually regretted it.

He is so cold, how can he deserve the warm sunshine.

But the little girl smiled with her eyes curved, "Yes!"

"I want to ask, can we exchange names? My name is Abao!"

The young man Yan Haixi's already tense heartstrings suddenly became chaotic.

"I, I am..."

As a secret spy, he no longer had a name. All that remained was the number sixteen, which meant he was constantly ordered around in the brutal training day after day.

"I am the sixteenth child in my family."

"Then I'll call you Sixteenth Brother, okay? Sixteenth Brother! Hehehe!"

Little Po smiled expectantly.

But the young man Yan Haixi saw the clear sky in that soft smile.

The little girl was wrapped up thickly, with two cute pearl buns on her head. Under the fluffy fox fur, she was wearing a beautiful, fluffy and soft cloud-gauze skirt.

Because it was difficult to go into the mountains, the little girl was panting and beads of sweat were appearing on the tip of her nose.

Suddenly, the daydreaming teenager Yan Haixi saw the little girl rummaging in her little bag, and finally happily took out a box of plaster.

After carefully putting it into the boy's palm, Little Abao said, "It's the White Jade Ointment, it can heal wounds and remove scars. It's very useful. I'll give it to you."

"You, give it to me?" The young man could not hide his surprise.

Little Abao nodded seriously: "You are injured, you need to apply medicine."

As she spoke, she pointed to the boy's left ear.

The young man Yan Haixi was slow to think, the little girl was very sharp-eyed and careful, he was wearing a mask, but she still saw some bloodstains on his ear.

It is the result of biting during a beast fight.

It is much better now and the bleeding is no longer severe.

And little Abao handed her beautiful little cloth bag to him.

"Could you please give it to my uncle, Brother Sixteen?"

In the hands of the young boy Yan Haixi was a small cloth bag embroidered with chubby clouds. It was bulging with peanut crisps, osmanthus candy, mung bean cakes, and sour plum cakes.

After a long silence, the young man Yan Hai said, "Okay."

But Xiao Abao asked again, "Brother Sixteen, you guys usually practice swordplay, must that be tiring?"

Not only is it hard work, but you also have to get used to getting hurt.

But the young man Yan Haixi didn't think that the little girl should know these words.

Unexpectedly, the little girl suddenly said something that made him suspicious.

"Before telling the story, I wanted to meet the little uncle."

The morning light is bright, and the breeze is blowing, bringing with it the fragrance of young buds of early spring.

Little Abao held his face in his hands, staring at the tree-lined mountain path, frowning and sighing sadly like a little adult: "What a pity, the little uncle is not here. Maybe next time I won't be able to enter this mountain, and I won't be able to see the little uncle."

"Story?" The boy was worried: "What story is it?"

"A story about achieving one's wish!" Little Po smiled mysteriously: "I have to go home! If I'm lucky enough, we'll see you next time!"

A few days later, the boy saw little Po again.

This time, he knew what Xiao Abao had not finished saying and what he wanted to do.

He entered the palace because the Chuyue pirates were becoming more and more arrogant and the undercover operations were urgent.

The commander of the secret spy camp took him to meet the old emperor.

When Eunuch Desheng heard about it, he brought them to Guanju Palace to wait for a summons.

That time, little Abao didn't know, he just looked at her through the beaded curtain in the side hall.

Concubine Wen's Guanju Palace is gentle and quiet. The golden charcoal in the brazier is burning brightly, isolating the cold of the winter snow from the room. The lingering incense is both fresh and elegant.

Behind the piano table, Concubine Wen, dressed in a brocade palace skirt, was playing the piano with her eyes closed.

In this heartwarming scene, the old emperor is playing chess with little Po.

The young Yan Haixi saw at a glance that this game of chess was not about winning or losing, but the old emperor, who was a chess master, was patiently playing with his little daughter.

But no matter how much he gave up, the old emperor was still a better chess player.

The boy was not surprised at all that Po lost miserably.

But the young man was shocked to see that little Po had the audacity to throw a bad temper in front of the old emperor and messed up the entire chess game out of grievance.

"Woo~ This one doesn't count! Let's start over again!"

The young man suddenly became nervous, fearing that the old emperor would get angry and punish him.

However, the old emperor smiled, his stern eyes full of praise: "Little Abao did a great job! You must remember this in the future. Rules are set by people."

"If things don't go as planned, then we'll just have to overturn this game."