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

However, Po was unaware of it.

She climbed the stairs again, panting all the way.

When she stood at the top of the mountain, she was standing in front of Xiao Yunzheng. He was so close to her that she was surprised to find that it was not that cold tonight, and Xiao Yunzheng was actually wrapped in a thick cloak.

It was obvious that he was too weak to withstand the slightest cold.

At this moment, A Bao realized belatedly that more than half a month had passed since she sent him off the ship, and his old lumbar injury should have healed long ago.

Why was Xiao Yunzheng in front of her still sitting in a wheelchair?

Po frowned in suspicion, but the young man smiled at her.

"It's great that you're here." The handsome young man, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, said with surprise, "We can go to the back mountain to pick the reunion persimmons like we did back then."

The sudden mention of the red persimmon made Abao a little dazed.

But then, she felt a chill on her back.

It was a dark, stern gaze that belonged to a wild beast.

Just as she was about to turn around, she heard a rustling sound in the darkness on the top of the mountain.

Those academy students who were secretly watching the scene suddenly scattered like birds and beasts.

A Bao was puzzled and looked behind the huge stone tablet of Bailu Academy, where he saw an old man with a white beard strolling out leisurely.

When he suddenly saw his grandpa, Abao waved with joy!

"Old Man Wen! Here I come!!"

Upon hearing this familiar laughter, Dean Wen was also happy.

However, his granddaughter, who used to be naughty and mischievous, is now the crown prince of the Eastern Palace. The old man had to prepare to step forward and pay his respects, but then he noticed.

The rouge skirt is cute and lovely, and is a common wear.

Considering my granddaughter's lively personality, she probably sneaked in.

While he was daydreaming, he looked up again and saw his granddaughter running towards him with a smile, holding his hand and swinging her around.

"You've been walking around the mountains again?"

"Oh, there are so many interesting things to do under the moonlight."

Sometimes I see little mandarin ducks sneaking through the woods in the dark, gazing at the moon and reciting poems;

Or there were young men who shouted "Don't leave after school" and fought or dueled on the mountain paths;

Or they are the very few students who secretly practice and memorize things without paying attention.

Dean Wen stroked his white beard and nodded silently.

"What are you thinking about?" Abao asked curiously.

Dean Wen looked as if he couldn't let the secret slip, and changed the subject mysteriously, "You little girl, are you here to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with an old man like me?"

"That's not all." A Bao took Dean Wen's hand and walked towards the study in the backyard, explaining with a smile: "You didn't see my wedding ceremony. So this time, I specially brought your grandson-in-law to recognize him as my relative~"

"I know! I know!" Dean Wen exclaimed.

The Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace got married and chose a principal husband and a concubine.

Not only was he aware of this matter, but when he was secretly inquiring into the origins of the concubines in the Eastern Palace, he frequently heard rumors about the Crown Princess's romantic affairs.

I thought that rumors were just rumors.

But when he glanced at them just now, his grandsons-in-law...?

Dean Wen was tugging at his white beard in an anxious mood.

The first thing he saw was the carefree and carefree look on Young Marquis Xie.

That is, he was the husband appointed by the old emperor. However, he felt that the young man was not steady enough to bear the responsibility of being the husband of the Crown Prince or even the Empress in the future.

Thinking of this, Dean Wen frowned.

The mysterious man in the black cloak looked unfamiliar.

He couldn't tell who the man was?

But wrapped so tightly? Is it too ugly?

But soon, Dean Wen rejected this idea.

There is no ugly man that his granddaughter likes.

Dean Wen sighed quietly and hesitated. What about Xiao Yunzheng who was sitting in a wheelchair?

Everyone values ​​​​the closeness of the relationship, but when he thought of the filthiness of the Xiao Palace during this period, Dean Wen was silent for a while, and shook his head with imperceptible melancholy.

He thought he had seen countless people, but who knew he had only seen one round.

I was surprised to find that only King Feng Ran, with a gloomy face, was the best.

Even if he has a bad reputation, he still kills people without mercy and is cruel and brutal.

But he was certain that he would never make a mistake in choosing someone.

Ever since they met, King Fengran had always been protecting Abao, always on the lookout for assassins who might suddenly appear from the surroundings.

This action is enough to show the love that King Feng Ran has for A Bao.

It’s just that King Feng Ran is really not good at reincarnation.

Dean Wen sighed and regretted that Abao still had to call him the Emperor's uncle.

Thinking of this, Dean Wen walked straight past the black-robed King Feng Ran, tugging at his white beard, and thinking back to the time when he was picking and choosing, there was only one thing left -

The person who often plays chess with him recently is Zhang Lanheng, who holds little Jing'er in her arms.

There was silence again. Dean Wen pulled at his beard in annoyance and pulled out two white hairs.

He and Old Master Zhang have an old friendship.

During the East Palace election, he wrote a letter to his old friend.

But the old friend wrote back, once again belittling the Zhang twins.

He then understood what his old friend meant and no longer mentioned the arranged marriage.

Who would have thought that later, for some unknown reason, Zhang Lanheng's younger brother still became a concubine.

And now, Zhang Lanheng got involved again.

Thinking back to what happened at Jinghu Cottage back then, Dean Wen sighed secretly.

Alas, my granddaughter’s personality is probably like her father’s.

The old emperor is just too romantic.