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

In the sky, soft clouds float leisurely.

By the stream, everything was frozen, as if winter had suddenly arrived.

As they stared at each other in silence, Abao clenched the tea bowl in his hand.

In the pavilion, the staggered light and shadow cut through Xiao Yunzheng's expression, making it dark and unclear.

But she saw her past life through the young man's dark eyes.

In the previous life, the King of Jiangnan, Xiao Yunzheng.

Also from the previous life, the King’s uncle Xiao Yunzheng.

Forty-ninth year after being buried alive, A Bao heard the news of Xiao Yunzheng's death.

Pei Guichen specially granted this legitimate brother of Empress Xiao a funeral that was far more extravagant than that of a prince.

A Bao's vigilance became even stronger.

Before Xie Wuai led his troops to besiege Mengjia Island, Pei Guichen arranged for the Pei family's death squad to protect Xiao Jingyue so that she could successfully escape from Mengjia Island and return to Jiangnan.

A few days ago, the scouts under Xie Wuai reported back.

Due to continuous heavy rains, more and more refugees flocked from the suburbs of Chuyue to the south of the Yangtze River.

Xiao Jingyue, who had been claiming to be ill for a long time, suddenly gave out porridge on the street.

As expected, Xiao Jingyue won all the praises once again.

Some say she is the reincarnation of a bodhisattva, others say she is a fairy descended to earth...

A Bao was very curious, did Xiao Yunzheng know about Xiao Jingyue and Pei Guichen's wedding in Mengjia Island? If in two months, Xiao Jingyue's belly could no longer be concealed, and she lowered her posture and turned back to ask her eldest brother for help, would Xiao Yunzheng save her?

So, she asked tentatively: "Cousin Yun Zheng, do you know where Xiao Jingyue has been recently?"

When asked this question, Xiao Yunzheng's black eyes were slightly cold.

As soon as Xiao Jingyue pretended to be sick, he sent his men to follow her.

It was finally discovered that her trace disappeared at the gate of Yuezhou City. When Xiao Jingyue appeared again, it was following the news that King Xuan had colluded with the enemy and committed treason.

I originally thought it was just a rumor, but the imperial capital's bulletin confirmed the fact.

He suspected that Xiao Jingyue was also involved.

A Bao's question made him confirm the matter directly.

Xiao Yunzheng looked at Abao. The calmer she was, the heavier his heart felt.

Suddenly, he said with difficulty: "Jingyue has been ill for many days."

Ah Bao gave her another chance and continued to test her, "Has she been ill for a long time? How about I write a letter back to the imperial capital and ask the Imperial Medical Bureau to send someone to take a look? Or when I enter Jincheng in a few days, I will go to the mansion and take her pulse?"

Xiao Yunzheng quietly clenched the wheelchair, "She has an old illness. It will be fine once the autumn rain stops."

After receiving such an answer, Abao felt a layer of frost in his heart.

Xiao Yunzheng has always been meticulous. Now that he is deeply involved in the internal strife in Prince Xiao's Mansion, he actually forgot to arrange his men to monitor Princess Xiao and Xiao Jingyue and her son?

How could you expect her to believe something that Xie Wuai didn't even believe?

They were in the small town at the foot of the mountain where they played together when they were young. The creek, red maples, orange tea, all were the familiar autumn colors before their eyes. But when their eyes met, Po seemed to see a scene that would happen in the future.

The evidence was irrefutable, so she captured Xiao Jingyue and wanted to kill her.

However, Xiao Yunzheng pleaded for Xiao Jingyue in front of her.

However, she would definitely not agree.

A breeze blew by, and Abao tapped the tea bowl casually.

Perhaps in this life, it is still inevitable that Xiao Yunzheng will rebel for Xiao Jingyue.

But she didn't want to raise an ungrateful person.

She could both help him and take it back.

The wind gradually grew stronger, and the willow branches hanging by the stream swayed.

The sunlight was broken up by the wind chimes on the eaves and scattered in patches.

A Bao looked across the tea table and saw Xiao Yunzheng standing as still as a stone statue.

She thought of the newly written memorial.

Since she couldn't trust him completely, she could only keep a backup plan.

Most of the civil officials in the imperial court came from Jiangnan.

As the only remaining descendant of Daqi, the Xiao Palace has enormous power and deep roots in Jiangnan.

Therefore, supporting the puppet King Xiao was her best choice.

Fortunately, King Xiao left behind twelve sons.

Princess Xiao took the initiative and picked out the one who was easiest to control.

That is Xiao Twelve, the youngest child whose mother was of humble origin.

In that case, which one should she choose?

Suddenly, the back of her neck was pinched and gently stroked.

And the palms of those big hands held a warmth that she was very familiar with.

A Bao raised his eyes and saw that it was indeed his uncle in black robe.

And his voice was very deep, "Xiao Jing'er is looking for you."

A small dark blue figure ran towards her happily, "Look, Sister Tangyuan! Daddy and Jing'er caught something! It's a big crab! Daddy said it's delicious when steamed!"

Behind Xiao Jing'er was Zhang Lanheng, who was helping to carry the bamboo basket.

Grabbing Xiao Jing'er who rushed over, A Bao gently touched Xiao Jing'er's head, "There are even better things to eat! Xiao Jing'er, have you ever tried fried crab cakes?"

Xiao Jing'er's eyes lit up: "What are fried crab cakes?"

"I'll keep you in suspense for now! I'll show you my skills later!" A Bao stood up, holding Xiao Jing'er's hand, and was about to leave the pavilion.

"Abao!" Xiao Yunzheng said sternly.

A Bao paused, frowned and looked back, while Xiao Yunzheng tightly grasped the wheelchair.

"Aren't you going to the back hill to pick persimmons?"

"All the students in the academy will go, so I won't be a problem." A Bao smiled and lowered his head, and asked Xiao Jing'er, "But Xiao Jing'er hasn't tried fried crab cakes yet, right?"

Xiao Jinger nodded happily: "Yeah, yeah!"

Abao took Xiaojing'er by the hand and left the pavilion.

When we walked into the sun, we could sense that it was almost noon.

After paying homage to their ancestors, the townspeople gathered in the square to build stoves and make fires to cook.

Smoke rises from the kitchen and pots and pans clink.

Abao held Xiaojing'er's hand, laughing, and walked farther and farther away.

Xiao Yunzheng, who was left alone in the pavilion, looked cold and gloomy.