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

Speaking of imperial uncle, here comes the imperial uncle.

Open the food box, there is a large bowl and a white plate.

In the huge bowl, the plump wontons have thin skin and tender meat, and the hot bone soup is sprinkled with seaweed, dried shrimp, and chopped pickled mustard greens, filling the air with fragrance.

The glutinous rice cake sprinkled with icing sugar in the white dish looks like soft little snowballs.

Xuanyuan Fengran poured wonton soup into the bowl while looking at his little girl tenderly. She ate glutinous rice cakes one bite at a time, and her cheeks were puffy and endearing.

"Eat slowly, it's all yours."

"Hmm, hmmm!"

Unexpectedly, there was dense taro paste in the glutinous rice cake, which left a lingering fragrance in the mouth. A-bao ate one after another happily, and then took the wonton soup from his uncle.

Xuanyuan Fengran raised his eyes and met Yan Haixi's gaze.

Ever since he entered the door, Yan Haixi had been staring at the black ring on his left ring finger.

A Bao put it on himself! Xuanyuan Fengran thought to himself that he was not stingy, but was happy for Yan Haixi to take a few more glances, so as to understand the meaning of this black ring.

But Yan Haixi suddenly pursed his lips and smiled.

Xuanyuan Fengran frowned slightly and became suspicious.

I saw Yan Haixi turning a black jade chess piece between his right fingers.

"Brother Feng Ran, what do you think of this chess piece?"

"…black as ink, meticulously crafted."

Xuanyuan Fengran had a hunch that something was fishy, ​​but he couldn't figure out what Yan Haixi was up to.

But this black jade chess piece looked as cold as ice when viewed, but as smooth as solidified fat when touched. He remembered very clearly the origin of the dragon tail black jade used.

A few years ago, the old emperor’s birthday banquet.

A Bao's sword dance to celebrate his birthday caused all the flowers to bloom and all the birds to sing.

The old emperor was very pleased and gave the only remaining piece of dragon tail black jade in the world to Abao.

Although it was a reward, the dragon tail black jade became a hot potato because of the competition among the princes at that time. And Po had learned chess from the old emperor since he was young. In order to protect himself, he simply combined the piece of Bodhi white jade he got earlier and forged the black and white jade chess pieces by himself.

It was given to the old emperor during the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion night that year.

The old emperor was so delighted that he waved his hand and left the black and white jade chess to Abao. He also specially gave most of the tribute from southern Xinjiang to Guanju Palace.

Thinking of this, Xuanyuan Fengran stared at the little girl who was eating hard, and his sword-like brows furrowed even tighter.

Over the years, the little girl really likes this black and white jade chess set.

But she gave one of them to Yan Haixi?

He raised his hand and pinched the little girl's soft cheek, not too hard or too light.

But his little girl looked up in confusion, "Uncle Feng Ran?"

"Nothing." Maybe he was just overthinking.

Xuanyuan Fengran poured a cup of freshly brewed plum tea for his little girl and smiled.

Yan Haixi, who was standing next to him, had a smile on his face that was meaningful.

Po immediately realized something was wrong and put down the glutinous rice cake.

Just as I was about to find out more, there was a knock on the door in the corridor.

"My Lord, there is a Miss Chu at the door of the inn who wants to see Your Highness."

Hearing this, A Bao rushed before Xuanyuan Fengran and said happily: "Please come in!"

Who knew that a moment later, Princess Xuan also came in.

Princess Xuan, who was dressed like an ordinary woman, looked haggard and bowed to salute.

"I am not here to plead for my rebellious son, but to see him one last time."

When A Bao suddenly saw Princess Xuan again, he was stunned for a long while before he came to his senses.

Just as he was about to help Princess Xuan up, the black-robed uncle held her right shoulder with one hand and pinned her to the tea table. Then, the black-robed uncle spoke calmly.

"Princess Xuan, there is no need for you to plead for mercy today. When the charges are concluded and the execution is carried out in front of the people of the city, a quarter of an hour will naturally be reserved for you and your son to meet."

Hearing this, A Bao raised his eyes and saw his uncle in a black robe with a blank expression on his face.

"Princess Xuan, please go back."

Princess Xuan, who was rejected, knelt down and asked to kowtow.

Chu Wu hurriedly stopped him, then looked at A Bao who was blocked by the black-robed King.

"I dare not ask for Xuan Changdu's life." Chu Wu looked distressed and asked for help: "It's just a mother-son relationship. Princess begs to see Xuan Changdu for the last time."

Abao's right shoulder feels heavy, just like the attitude of the owner of this big hand.

Decisive, sharp and unquestionable.

She remembered that not long ago, her uncle had said that he would handle the matter of Xuan Changdu.

But, it was just the last time that Princess Xuan and her son saw each other.

The attitude of my own uncle Feng Ran is actually not allowing it?

Something was wrong. After thinking it over again and again, Abao remained as still as a mountain.

Chu Wu stared at A Bao in surprise, "You, really refuse?"

Caught off guard, Princess Xuan leaned forward and kowtowed, each word earnestly: "The day after tomorrow, the eighth day of the eighth month is my son's birthday. I beg Your Highness, King Feng Ran, to allow me to see my son off for the last time!"

Unexpectedly, the eighth day of August is Xuan Changdu’s birthday.

Wait, August 8th?

The confusion that had always been hidden in my heart suddenly had an answer.

A Bao recalled the household registration file of Meng Guanjing that she had seen in her previous life.

The birthday written on it is August 8th.

After her death, Meng Guanjing brought wine to pay tribute to her in front of the empress's tombstone.

He once talked about how when he was young, he didn't know when he was born, but he was sent to Mengjia Village in his cradle, and was raised by a strange old man who used poison. Until he was a little more sensible and read a few books, he was tidying up the attic of the strange old man's house. He accidentally found a tattered swaddling cloth at the bottom of the box and saw the embroidered words on the swaddling cloth.

Only then did I realize that he was born on the eighth day of the eighth month.

Meng Guanjing, who was drunk, laughed at himself, "The fortune teller said I have a good life, which is quite auspicious."

Thinking of this, Abao's heart beat like a drum.

He stared blankly at Princess Xuan who was kneeling down to plead for her son.

She suddenly became afraid that Princess Xuan's motherly love was given to the wrong person.