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

The Bailu Mountain Road is as long as ever.

But, Abao hates climbing mountains the most in his life.

But in front of everyone, she didn't dare to act coquettishly and ask Uncle Feng Ran to hold her.

When they were almost at the top of the mountain, Po finally realized it a little too late.

On the way up the mountain, students from the academy who had just finished their evening classes kept looking sideways.

But she went to Bailu Mountain to visit her grandfather.

Not only was she dressed casually, but she also covered her face with a white veil.

A Bao was surprised for a while that she could be recognized, but she found that the students in the academy were all paying attention to Xuanyuan Fengran and Yan Haixi behind her.

Abao, who was being sentimental, was so embarrassed that he wanted to disappear immediately.

Suddenly, a surprise voice came out, "Sister Tangyuan!!"

The crisp laughter of a child.

A Bao looked up and saw a familiar child at the end of the mountain path in the distance.

The little dog ran towards her happily.

A Bao opened her arms joyfully and was about to take the child into her arms, but she saw the child fall flat on his face. She was so frightened that her heart tensed up and she hurried forward.

However, there are people who are faster than her.

A handsome and tall figure put his arm around the child with one hand, picked up the fallen child with a little effort, and held the child steadily in his arms.

The child, who had been strong and not crying, suddenly burst into tears out of grievance when he saw who was coming.

“Wuwu~~Daddy!!”

It was Zhang Lanheng. A Bao was slightly stunned.

He held the child in his arms and walked towards her while coaxing her.

This time, she finally saw Xiao Jing'er clearly, whom she hadn't seen for more than half a year.

The dirty little orphan in the shack had been raised by Zhang Lanheng for more than half a year, and his face was round and fat, as if he had never suffered. Even the timid little Jing'er now trusted Zhang Lanheng.

I nestled in my dad’s arms and finally could cry and complain about my grievances.

Zhang Lanheng, he is really good at raising children.

A Bao admired her while standing on tiptoe and reaching out to check the abrasion on Xiao Jing'er's knee.

There was some bleeding, but luckily no bones were broken.

A Bao heaved a sigh of relief and looked up at Zhang Lanheng, "Take Xiao Jing'er to the east medicine shop later. I'll apply some medicine to his wound."

"Okay." Zhang Lanheng agreed in a deep voice. When he looked at Abao with a complicated expression, Abao had already lowered his head and blew on Xiaojing'er's abrasion on his knee.

"Sister Tangyuan, give me a call. Xiaojing won't feel any pain anymore."

Xiao Jing'er nestled obediently in Zhang Lanheng's arms, rubbing her tearful round eyes with her little hands.

"Well, Jing'er tried hard not to feel any pain."

Little Jing'er's pretending to be strong was too pitiful. A Bao took out a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus candy from his cloth bag, touched Jing'er's little head, and coaxed her, "I didn't know you were here and didn't bring any gifts. This candy is sold on the old street in the west of the city in Chu Yue. It's very sweet!"

Xiao Jing'er stared at the bulging cloth bag curiously: "Sister Tangyuan, do you like sweet things too?"

"Yes! This cloth bag is filled with things that Uncle Prince prepared for me!"

Xuanyuan Fengran was very easy to coax. Not only did he no longer have to drink the black medicine that was as bitter as bile, but Xuanyuan Fengran also prepared a cloth bag full of osmanthus candies.

When she heard the word "Uncle Prince", Xiao Jing'er's dark round eyes lit up!

"Uncle Prince and my sister are wearing the same jade buckle!" Little Jing'er pointed happily and said proudly, "It was when I saw it that I recognized Sister Tangyuan."

It was strange to see Abao wearing a veil, but how could Xiaojing'er recognize her at the first sight?

It turned out that it was the work of the Peaceful Jade Buckle.

A Bao took off her veil and said with a smile, "Our little Jing'er is really smart."

At the same time, Zhang Lanheng lowered his eyes sadly and glanced at the jade buckle worn on Abao's waist. He was silent for a moment, and when he raised his eyes again, his expression was gentle.

In silence, Zhang Lanheng looked directly at Xuanyuan Fengran.

Xuanyuan Fengran was also looking at Zhang Lanheng who was holding the child.

She tied her hair up, wore a crown, and went in a cloud-green robe, looking gentle and dignified.

At this time, Zhang Lanheng greeted in a friendly manner: "This humble official has met King Feng Ran."

After a moment's hesitation, Xuanyuan Fengran nodded and said, "Envoy Zhang Yu."

Then, Zhang Lanheng looked behind Abao thoughtfully.

It was a mysterious man in a black cloak.

"Sixth Miss, who is this?"

Hearing this, A Bao introduced: "He is my new think tank, you can call him..."

Since the Yan family has been destroyed, perhaps we should not mention Yan Haixi's name?

A Bao was struggling, but heard Yan Haixi speak directly.

"Just call me Yan Shiliu."

Yan, Yan, Yan, Yan...

There are many possibilities for a surname with this pronunciation.

But Zhang Lanheng still thought of Yan at the first moment.

However, the Yan family has clearly been exterminated, so why do they still have descendants?

Zhang Lanheng suppressed his suspicion and smiled gently, "Sixteenth Young Master, nice to meet you."

With just a few words, we exchanged greetings as we said goodbye.

Zhang Lanheng: "I heard that the ship has returned to the imperial capital, why did the Sixth Miss suddenly appear here?"

"I'm on my way to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival." A Bao said concisely.

But before he finished speaking, Xiao Jinger said happily: "It turns out that Sister Tangyuan is the same as Daddy! They both came to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with Grandpa Whitebeard!"

Grandpa with white beard?

A Bao instantly thought of her grandfather with the white beard.

The next moment, Xiao Jing'er happily shared, "And Uncle Prince is here too!"

Zhang Lanheng's expression changed slightly, and A Bao had already seen the uncle who was the prince.

Xiao Yunzheng was sitting in a wheelchair at the end of the mountain path.

Before leaving, he was filled with sorrow when he learned the news of King Xiao's death.

But after more than half a month, he looked even more haggard.

In the silence, the evening breeze from Bailu Mountain suddenly blew over the treetops.

As the rustling sounded, the young man called out hoarsely, "Abao."