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

Xuan Ji couldn't bear the thought of Madam Wen's death.

His mind raced, and he planned to use official business to distract Abao's attention.

"What you wrote in that letter is very good."

"Chu Wu's Chuzhou Boat Gang has boats and can offer the lowest price."

"And our Yongyuan Company has six warehouses of inventory, all of which are top quality."

"We can make money together, and make a lot of money, why not do it!"

"Then we can ease our financial difficulties." Xuanji said with a smile, "That Rakshasa Buddha is quite nice. You and him only met once, and you burned down Baiyujing, where he made a fortune every day, and Rakshasa Buddha didn't blame you."

"I think we should stop calling him Rakshasa Buddha. This is the boy who distributes wealth!"

Abao's cheeks were flushed after drinking.

All in all, she owed Rakshasa Buddha three million taels.

Unfortunately, the Tzu Chi Institution that takes in orphans and the newly established Yongyuan Trading Company are both money-eating beasts.

Thanks to Rakshasa Buddha for not rushing her, she was able to slow down.

"There are more secrets about that Rakshasa Buddha than just the boy who distributes wealth."

Over the past six months, she deliberately arranged for Xie Wuai in the imperial capital to secretly test the situation several times, and was almost certain that the man behind the scenes of the South City Netherworld Palace, the anonymous and mysterious old man, was Rakshasa Buddha.

Seeing Abao's complicated expression, Xuanji was about to ask about the secret.

But suddenly, two agile black shadows directly dragged away the sneaky guy in the distance.

After taking a closer look, I recognized that it was clearly the fat scholar.

Xuanji muttered: "Come to think of it, do you know that fat guy?"

"Fatty?" A Bao's hands were a little cold. He wrapped Xuanyuan Fengran's cloak tightly and asked, "You mean that fat scholar? I don't know him, do you know him?"

Po was curious, but Xuan Ji asked instead of answering.

"Do you still remember that King Xiao had a favorite concubine who was good at dancing?"

"I remember." Abao held the wine jug and nodded obediently.

"Yes, Zheng Zhener?"

"That's right! It's her!"

Xuanji has lived in Jiangnan for a long time in recent years and is very familiar with the interactions between these noble families. "The Zheng family is not rich. It was not until Zheng Zhen'er became favored that the Zheng family members benefited. Zheng Zhen'er's brother, the bastard Zheng Youwei, was even more highly praised."

A Bao was puzzled: "If you don't have real talent and knowledge, how can you be praised in the examination room?"

Xuanji explained: "In Jiangnan, many people rely on their 'good reputation' to rise to prominence. Zheng Youwei also wants to follow that path. I hate it! How dare that bastard threaten to marry me."

Hearing this, A Bao comforted him: "I'll let Xie Wuai beat him up."

Xuanji waved her hand indifferently: "No need, I put a sack on him and beat him that night."

"It's you!" A Bao admired him from the bottom of his heart.

After thinking about it again, she became more calculative.

Before, she didn't know which son of King Xiao to choose as a puppet.

"The eighth son of King Xiao, Xiao Jianghe, let's find a suitable time to meet him."

"You actually want to support Zheng Zhen'er's son?" Xuan Ji was surprised: "If one's virtue is not worthy of his position, there will be disaster. Zheng Youwei has no talent and no virtue. If he uses the power of Prince Xiao's Mansion to kill people, what will happen?"

A Bao comforted Xuan Ji, "I don't plan to stay on the throne of King Xiao for long."

From the very beginning, she planned to break the whole into parts.

A Bao raised his eyes and saw the courtyard wall.

The sky is full of stars and the sight is full of brightness.

Xuanji came to hold her hand, and they lay down together like they did when they were little, talking endlessly about this and that, and drinking one cup of Fenglingdu after another.

After a while, Abao got drunk and curled up into a ball.

In a daze, the tragic deaths of her relatives and old friends in her previous life came to her in her dreams.

"I, I can't, can't lose..."

Xuanyuan Fengran, who was carrying Abao back to the attic, heard crying.

The black-robed king suddenly remembered that during the time when Pei Guichen escaped, Abao always woke up in the middle of the night. Sometimes he walked around the deck of the ship in circles until he was so tired that he had to sleep. Sometimes he kept his eyes open until dawn.

"Why on earth are you so scared?"

Xuanyuan Fengran's eyes were dark and gloomy, he was extremely puzzled.

But after a while, the black-robed king just hugged his Abao tighter.

"No matter what, I won't let you lose."

After saying this, he held her in his arms and walked towards the attic on the red maple porch.

Suddenly, someone asked from behind, "Do you need some hangover soup?"

Xuanyuan Fengran turned around and found that it was Zhang Lanheng who was tucking in the quilt for Xiao Jing'er and happened to meet them when he was leaving the room.

"It doesn't matter. Let her sleep under the influence of alcohol."

After saying that, Xuanyuan Fengran turned around and prepared to go back to the attic, but Zhang Lanheng spoke again, "I heard that the Sixth Miss brought the prince back to Bailu Mountain on purpose."

Xuanyuan Fengran paused and turned back sternly: "You know?"

"Sixth Miss said earlier that an ugly son-in-law also has to meet his parents-in-law. What's more..."

Zhang Lanheng's sudden strange silence made Xuanyuan Fengran alert.

"……not to mention?"

Thinking back to the second half of the sentence, what's more, my uncle Feng Ran is the most handsome man in the world.

Zhang Lanheng decided to just pretend that nothing had happened.

"It's nothing." Xuanyuan Fengran was holding Abao in his arms, wrapped tightly in a cloak and sleeping soundly. Zhang Lanheng withdrew his gaze and said, "I just wanted to say congratulations in person."

"Congratulations, King Feng Ran, you got what you wanted."

Each word seemed to be cut out from the chest, dripping with blood.

Just at this moment, the night sky exploded with clusters of brilliant fireworks.

Xuanyuan Fengran was silent for a while, "I'll borrow the good words from Censor Zhang."

Zhang Lanheng stood there, watching Xuanyuan Fengran carrying Abao into the attic.

"You are a good person." Xie Wuai who was passing by exclaimed.

Xuanji's cheeks flushed as she drunkenly asked, "Good man? Where is the good man?"

Before he could finish his words, Xie Wuai carried him back to the room.

It was dead silent. Zhang Lanheng was blown by the cold wind for half the night and finally laughed at himself.

A good person who knows how to judge the situation?

In fact, it is all about weighing the pros and cons and making the most beneficial choice.