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

As soon as the old emperor finished speaking, his beloved daughter took his arm.

"My father loves me the most!" A Bao smiled and acted coquettishly.

The melodious and elegant sound of the piano slowly stopped. Concubine Wen smiled and said, "It is said that a father is strict and a mother is kind, but why is it the other way around when it comes to Your Majesty? Your Majesty is so indulgent to our little Abao, I'm afraid you want our daughter to be that little bully?"

"It's good to be domineering." The old emperor looked at his young daughter with a smile, "My daughter, Princess Diyang of Daqi, must be domineering, so as not to be bullied and cry."

Concubine Wen scolded, "With a father as biased as your Majesty, who dares to bully our little Abao?"

"I will eventually get married, and when the time comes..." The old emperor was momentarily cold for a moment, but soon smiled again: "If you are really bullied, remember that you are my daughter. Show the courage of our Xuanyuan family and kill him."

Rumor has it that in the palace, Concubine Wen is still very favored.

At this moment, I witnessed with my own eyes how Concubine Wen and the old emperor got along.

The young man finally saw clearly why it was Concubine Wen who sat firmly in Guanju Palace.

At this moment, little Po coquettishly shook the old emperor's hand, "Father, father, Po wants to keep a dog, but mother won't let me! Father, please ask mother for Po~"

Hearing this, the old emperor was curious: "Why didn't your mother allow it?"

"Mother said the dog is very fierce. If Po keeps it with him, he will be bitten." Little Po complained: "Mother is still scaring Po! One day when Po is having a sweet dream, it may bite him and break his neck."

While passing hot tea to the old emperor, Concubine Wen smiled and gave him a light lecture: "Don't try to show off your father. Your mother will never allow you to keep this dog."

Hearing this, little Abao's eyes immediately filled with tears: "Why? Abao can raise it well."

Concubine Wen pinched little Abao's cheek and said, "Ask your father how dangerous it is to keep that unpredictable beast close to you."

"Keep the beasts close..."

The old emperor seemed to be worried, his brows knitted tightly, and he murmured, "Your mother is right. It is indeed dangerous to keep the beast close to you."

But little Abao shook the old emperor's hand, his red eyes filled with tears, "Father..."

Seeing this, the old emperor felt distressed instantly.

His good daughter, who seldom cries, really pierced his heart when she cried.

The old emperor wiped his little daughter's tears with his handkerchief and looked at Concubine Wen helplessly: "Forget it, forget it. Ah Bao wants to raise her, my beloved concubine, let her."

As he spoke, the old emperor pinched little Abao's soft face again, "Are you happy? Let Old Desheng accompany you to pick the quietest dog tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Concubine Wen gently poked Xiao Abao's smiling face with her finger and said, "You two, father and daughter, are singing the same tune. I can't argue with you. I admit defeat."

At the same time, in the side hall separated by a curtain.

Looking at this happy scene, the warmth of this family of three.

Eunuch Desheng smiled and whispered, "Your Majesty is so busy that he can only be happy for a moment in Guanju Palace."

Hearing this, the young man Yan Haixi silently clenched his fists, feeling both envious and unwilling.

Half a month later, he met his biological mother and learned about his miserable life experience.

This feeling of unwillingness completely turned into heavy hatred.

After that day, for a long time.

Every time little Abao sneaked into the mountains, he was looking for Xuanyuan Fengran as well as him.

The evil thoughts in the boy's heart became more and more intense.

Since the old emperor did not recognize him, this identity would never be mentioned in his life. He would get rid of the stubborn problem of pirates and return to the imperial capital, and then come back to see her.

But on the day when the old emperor issued an edict allowing Xuanyuan Fengran to go to the Northern Frontier military camp, the young man accidentally ran into him and the Fifth Prince warned Xuanyuan Fengran.

"Put away your dirty thoughts! Stay away from my sister! Otherwise I will kill you!"

Xuanyuan Wu angrily left with a wave of his sleeves, while Xuanyuan Fengran turned around and looked at him in the dark.

In the silence between them, the young man Yan Haixi said calmly, "You are so pitiful."

Xuanyuan Fengran chuckled coldly, "Same here."

Yeah, same here, they are all the same.

Her young uncle also had his own selfish desires, so he was not allowed to get close to her.

No matter how much he refused to admit it, he was still not worthy of her as an illegitimate prince.

Greed seems even more ridiculous, the boy thought.

After seeing Xuanyuan Fengran off, he hadn't seen Xiao Abao for several days. In the secret spy camp, with guns and arrows everywhere, the boy practiced hard, but God gave him a surprise.

Little Abao sneaked into the mountain again to play with him and bandage his wounds.

As if they were really friends.

And every time she stared at his wound, her thoughtful eyes full of pity, he became more and more certain, "When did you know?"

There were no great swordsmen in the mountains, only a bloody spy camp.

Little Abao pretended to be profound, "You can find out if you use your heart."

But as soon as she finished speaking, her smile broke and her bright eyes bent.

"My little uncle is very easy to understand. I always know."

Hearing this, the boy's hidden jealousy was ignited by the little girl's smile.

The fire was so intense that he was almost burned to ashes.

The old emperor unexpectedly gave him a chance to re-elect.

Stay in the imperial capital and take over the secret spy camp;

Or go to Chuyue, as his name suggests, to put an end to the sea troubles.

The last time she saw little Po, she gave him a jar of salted crisp plums.

"Aunt Rong taught me this. It took me many days to make these. I gave them to my mother, my little uncle, my father, my fifth brother, and you. My fifth brother said they tasted really good! Sixteenth brother, you must remember to try them!"

When leaving the spy camp, the boy took away a box of ointment and a jar of salted plums.

On the fishing boat, looking at the imperial palace getting farther and farther away, the boy tasted one.

It’s sour and bitter. Maybe Xuanyuan Wu’s sense of taste is damaged?

The boy ate all the salted plums with disgust.

Finally, I slowly tasted the sweetness.