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

Time flies and years have passed.

Goodbye, in the snowstorm in northern Xinjiang.

She didn't recognize him, but she was still willing to lend a hand to anyone who needed help.

Recalling this, in the cabin of the Dafulou ship.

Yan Haixi sneered and laughed at himself.

When Xuanyuan Fengran said "same to you" back then, he thought they were all the same.

But Xuanyuan Fengran stayed by her side, and he chose to give up.

"Now, I'm too late."

Yan Hai leaned against the porthole and saw his young self.

"I deserve it."

At the same time, in the cabin on the fifth floor, in the warm and fragrant tea room.

The food box brought by Hongxiu was quietly placed on the tea table.

They faced each other, immersed in a long silence and suffocating stillness.

Until Xuanyuan Fengran leaned on the windowsill with both hands, lowered his head, and looked at Abao thoughtfully. His usually low and hoarse voice became stern and a little cold.

"Do they all have it, or just me?"

Abao, who was being held and sitting by the window, stared at the jealous beast.

After a moment, she raised her hand and stroked the man's tightly furrowed brows, gently stroking his hair, "Qianjinsu and Angelica Lamb Soup are both available. But only I, the Emperor's uncle, can have them."

After that experience in the abyss of evil, the dusty memories deep in her soul quietly shattered.

Her memory is still there, but the excitement she once had is gone.

Now the emotions that have been awakened have taken root and finally broken through the ice.

Xuanyuan Fengran leaned over and hugged her waist.

She leaned her head against his shoulder, recalling with pain how Xuanyuan Fengran had grabbed her wrist fiercely and questioned her on the bed in the east courtyard of the Imperial Medical Bureau.

——Xuanyuan Abao! Have you had enough fun?

It turned out that he had always thought that she was playing.

Putting herself in her shoes, A Bao thought again and again, what if someone confessed his love to her and promised to be with her through life and death, but then someone turned around and treated her like a monster, avoided her as much as possible, and even wanted to kill her.

She was afraid that Ling Chi had already had that person's heart.

But Xuanyuan Feng was extremely angry, but he just grabbed her hand and placed it on his chest.

It seemed as if he was venting his anger, or feeling aggrieved, when he said this.

——It will be hurt, don't be too calculating.

Thinking of this, tears welled up in A Bao's eyes, and he felt both sad and heartbroken.

Trying hard to hold back tears, she asked, "Why didn't you keep me when I left three years ago in Northern Xinjiang?"

She was taken away by the old emperor, so there was no way he would keep her.

But even though she knew there was little hope, she still couldn't help thinking: If he had kept her three years ago, maybe there would have been a lucky turn of events?

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Fengran felt as if he had been hit in a very painful spot.

He hugged the little girl in his arms tighter.

The dim candlelight by the window reflected in his eyes, but could not dispel the coldness in his eyes.

When he woke up, there was only a letter beside him.

Looking back at that time, Xuanyuan Fengran realized that was the beginning of his despair.

"You only left a letter, ordering me to defeat the barbarians."

In fact, three years ago, even without her letter, he had to win.

She is in the imperial palace behind him. If he loses, she, as a princess of a fallen country, will inevitably be shrouded in despair and face the cruelest things in the world.

He was reluctant, so he dared to die but not to lose.

After the deadly battle, the Winter Valley was littered with corpses, piled up layer upon layer.

There was a river of blood under Xuanyuan Fengran's feet. As far as the eye could see, broken daggers and knives piled up like mountains. The vast white snow was falling, and it was so quiet that not a single sound could be heard.

He turned and looked in the direction of the imperial capital. He wanted to go home and see his little girl.

But Xuanyuan Fengran, who was surrounded by mountains of corpses and seas of blood, never thought that—

After returning from a great victory, everything changed.

In fact, Xuanyuan Fengran always remembered that the year he won his first battle and returned triumphantly, little Abao saw him covered in gunpowder and looked stunned and even wanted to escape.

However, later on, she was still willing to get close to him.

But that time was completely different.

His little girl was moving further and further away from him, and the look in her eyes when she looked at him even became cold.

He thought she didn't like his killing, so he hid his edge, restrained his cruelty, and quietly wrapped his bloodthirsty minions under a neat and luxurious brocade robe. He cultivated his character, planted grass and flowers, and learned to be a child of an aristocratic family in the imperial capital, bright and gentle, like jade.

But living with a mask on is really hard.

But the fighting in the northern border never stopped, and he still had to kill people.

Every time after a battle, he couldn't help thinking that when he was injured in the past, she was the saddest person and the one who was most anxious to bandage his wounds.

Now he has new injuries on his body. If Po knew about this, would he feel sad for him?

But he didn't dare to let her know.

His body was covered with scars, densely packed and shocking.

He was worried that if she knew it, and was sad, he would not be willing to let her go.

I was also afraid that she would find out, but she didn't care at all.

Even showing a look of disgust.

During the long snowstorm in the northern border, Xuanyuan Fengran thought about it even in his dreams.

Why, she changed just like that?

The little girl's impulsive words turned out to be just a joke.

He shouldn't have expected to take it seriously from the beginning.

But it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter, Xuanyuan Fengran comforted himself.

Without their future, he still has their past.

With so many memories from the past, he could live for a long time relying on them.

The little girl who lived to see him alive, personally ordered his death for the sake of her imperial power.

But just when everyone was saying that he was powerful and ambitious, and wanted to kill the Crown Princess and seize the throne of Daqi, she suddenly ran to him.

——I think the emperor’s uncle is a good person.

Three years later, she cried again because of his injury.

——Uncle Feng Ran, does it hurt?

Hearing this, he wanted to cry with the little girl.

Because he really felt wronged, and he had been waiting for her for a long time.