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

After returning to Bailu Academy, Abao went straight to the kitchen.

Xuanyuan Fengran took the roasted chestnuts she had asked him to give him and brought them to the study.

Unexpectedly, Yan Haixi was also walking towards the study.

Xuanyuan Fengran and Yan Haixi looked at each other and followed him in.

The birthday gift that Yan Haixi prepared was a Hu Shanbi.

I have heard that Madam Wen's hometown is Huzhou, and the Yunshan wood used in this Hushan pen comes from here. Its texture is hard and it will not rot for a hundred years.

The wolf hair brush is taken from the white wolves on Kunlun Mountain in northern Xinjiang.

"President Wen's writing style is full and round, which is most suitable for it."

Upon hearing this, Dean Wen was very pleased.

Before his wife passed away, she also mentioned that she wanted to give him a Hu Shan brush.

But Xie Wuai, who followed closely behind, said something.

"Master Wen, this is what Xuanji and I picked for you."

It is the Winter Crouching Tiger Inkstone, famous for its smoothness without rejecting the pen and its astringency without blocking the pen.

Dean Wen stroked the inkstone, noting its exquisite carving and delicate touch.

The birthday gift was of course thoughtful, but Xie Wuai's words made the old man frown and he stared at Xie Wuai inquiringly.

Xuanji? The girl who Abao had asked him to save?

Since Xie Wuai is Abao's husband, why did he choose this birthday gift together with Miss Xuanji?

Seeing that Dean Wen looked unhappy, Xie Wuai secretly hid behind his brother-in-law.

Don't blame him, it was Xuan Ji and A Bao who told him to just do as he was told.

Xuanyuan Fengran, who had just put down the roasted chestnuts, went back outside and took the birthday gift from Jian Qian, and placed a rectangular rosewood box on the desk.

"Mr. Wen, I have a birthday gift here too. Please take a look and see if you like it."

What Xuanyuan Fengran gave was a seven-stringed harp.

It was used by the zither master Ouyang Ke a hundred years ago.

This time, Dean Wen remained silent and gently stroked the burnt mark on the end of the piano.

"King Feng Ran, do you know where these scorch marks came from?"

After that, Dean Wen asked himself another question and answered it himself: "In his later years, Ouyang Ke went mad because of a piece of music that he could not get, and eventually set himself on fire."

"Some people say that it was this zither that wanted the music score, and thus bewitched Ouyang Ke."

"I can't get this zither, so I might as well eat someone."

Hearing this, Xie Wuai secretly moved closer to Xuanyuan Fengran and whispered, "What does Mr. Wen mean? Do you like him or not?"

Xuanyuan Fengran never doubted what Abao said.

She mentioned that Dean Wen once said that if one could see the Nirvana Eye in this lifetime, one would die without regrets.

Dean Wen naturally couldn't let go of this Nirvana.

So, what is the origin of the birthday gift he gave? What is the story?

In fact, what Mr. Wen meant was that he was a cannibal.

Thinking of this, Xuanyuan Fengran's expression gradually became gloomy.

When Xiao Yunzheng walked in, he happened to hear what Dean Wen said.

He was immediately glad. Although he had intended to give her the Nirvana Sword, he could not find it anywhere, so he had to give up. Instead, he took great pains to find the Yu Zhong.

The sound of the piano is clear, just like the cry of a crane among the clouds, which is touching and mind-stirring.

Unexpectedly, Dean Wen was silent for a while, and then said meaningfully: "The previous owner of this feather bell thought he was a crane and fell from the top of the mountain and died."

"And this name, Yu Zhong, Song Zhong, tsk tsk."

Xiao Yunzheng, who was determined to win, was stunned.

Xie Wuai held his forehead with his hand: "..."

Xuanyuan Fengran was silent: "..."

Yan Haixi, under the black mask, pursed his lips and smiled softly, which was interesting.

Everyone present was very careful.

Knowing that they meant well, we still judged them to have malicious intentions.

Dean Wen, it’s never been like this.

The only explanation for this happening so suddenly is that it is just a pretext. But why?

Except for Xuanyuan Fengran who had some doubts, everyone else had no clue.

Coincidentally, Zhang Lanheng, who had settled Xiao Jing'er, knocked on the door and came in.

He also brought a wooden box, which, when opened, contained a scroll.

When everyone present saw the signature on the hanging scroll, they immediately understood.

The old man of the Zhang family in Donghai was an expert in painting, poetry, seal carving and calligraphy.

Among them, the one in front of you, "Night Rain over Banana Trees", is the most famous.

At this moment, Dean Wen was very surprised.

"My old friend always said that he wanted to keep this painting as a family heirloom. Why did he suddenly think of giving me the heirloom now?"

"How can the night rain of banana trees be compared with the friendship between you two elders?"

Zhang Lanheng is gentle, polite and very tactful.

Hearing this, Dean Wen looked at Zhang Lanheng meaningfully.

The young man is indeed elegant and graceful, but he is not without desires and demands.

Dean Wen sighed and thought of the old almanac.

The young Mr. Wen and his good friend, the young Mr. Zhang, had arranged for their children to marry into each other's families. But later on, the children each had their own marriages.

As for the marriages of his grandchildren, Dean Wen has no say in them.

The two old men were not pedantic, so they naturally let it go.

Who would have thought that the granddaughter would become the Crown Princess one day and be selected in the Eastern Palace Red List.

Old Man Wen originally thought that since his granddaughter and Zhang Lanheng had caused the incident at Jinghu Cottage, they must be destined to be together, but the timing was not right back then.

It would be a good thing if we could bring together our grandchildren during the East Palace election.

As a result, the old friend politely declined in his reply.

However, Dean Wen was certain that he was not wrong.

Even though they had been apart from Jinghu Cottage for several years, Zhang Lanheng was obviously still interested in Abao.

After thinking about it, Dean Wen became worried again.

His granddaughter's heart and eyes are full of thoughts about her imperial uncle.

The scene that I accidentally encountered came to my mind again.

Xuanyuan Fengran carried Abao up the mountain. When they reached the top, Xuanyuan Fengran not only re-tied the belt of Abao's fox fur coat, but also rubbed Abao's hands to keep them warm.

Dean Wen is an experienced person.

Xuanyuan Fengran treated Abao with care, caution and consideration;

And the look in Xuanyuan Fengran's eyes when he looked at Abao was so gentle that it could squeeze water out of it.

Everything was exactly like when he was young and taking care of Wen Niang.

Therefore, the more he thought about it, the more anxious Wen felt.

Ah, the old man with white beard is very worried.