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

The excitement lasted until late at night.

The blazing bonfire in the academy was extinguished and the brilliant fireworks in the sky were put away.

The backyard attic surrounded by red maples was completely silent.

Xuanyuan Fengran lowered his head and looked at Abao lying on the bed.

The girl curled up in the quilt and slept very uneasily.

After a moment's silence, the black-robed king stroked her frowning brows and tenderly hummed an ancient ballad from the northern border, which finally coaxed the little girl to relax her brows and fall into a deep sleep.

But when the man was about to get up, he discovered that the sleeping girl was still clinging to his sleeve like an insecure little animal.

The black-robed king was ruthless and murderous on the battlefield in the northern border.

At this moment, he was stunned and dared not move.

At this time, the muffled mumbling in the bed, "Uncle."

It felt like a feather scratching his heart, and the black-robed king's breathing became slightly tense. He silently tucked in the quilt for his little girl and then brushed the messy hair at her temples behind her ears.

Leaning down, he kissed her forehead devoutly and tenderly.

"Sleep peacefully, I'll keep you company."

At the same time, the autumn night wind hurriedly blew through the red maples.

The waves of fire that were stirred up drowned out the sneakiness of the night.

To the north of Jincheng, a carriage was parked in front of the Xu Mansion.

The old butler who came to the door to greet the guests said respectfully: "Everything you ordered is ready."

The young man in white robe landed on the ground and looked in the direction of Bailu Mountain.

The full moon is reflected on the handsome and steep Bailu Mountain.

Still bright, clear and unattainable.

Xuanyuan Fengran was accustomed to the smoke of war, and being on guard at all times made it not difficult for him to do so.

What's more, he was guarding Po.

The next morning, the first ray of golden light surged in.

Xuanyuan Fengran, who had been leaning against the bedpost with his eyes closed the whole night for fear that someone would accidentally break in, opened his eyes and saw that Abao under the quilt was still sleeping soundly, far away from the nightmare.

Seeing this, Xuanyuan Fengran breathed a sigh of relief.

When I looked up again, I saw a white kite hanging on the opposite wall.

I took a quick glance at the room the last time I entered it, but now that I looked closely, memories were brought back.

A few years ago, Concubine Wen suddenly sent Abao to Bailu Mountain.

The distance between them suddenly became farther.

The little girl said she wanted to be a bird and be free.

In order to appease the little girl, he gave her a white kite to play with.

Later, in the reply letter to the snow sculpture, the little girl vividly described how she had defeated Xiao Jingyue with her white kite during the spring outing, and Xiao Jingyue was so angry that she cried to Xiao Yunzheng.

A Bao woke up dazed and saw his uncle smiling gently.

Then, she saw the white kite, too.

After a moment's silence, A Bao grabbed the quilt and rolled into the warm and broad arms of the black-robed uncle.

"You've been with me all along."

"Abao, I will always be with you."

With a hoarse voice, Xuanyuan Fengran put his arm around Abao's waist to hold him more steadily.

Pursing his lips and laughing secretly, A Bao hooked his hands around his uncle's neck and said, "Since this is the case, I cannot wrong my beloved concubine. I must give her a proper status."

Xuanyuan Fengran laughed helplessly and directly picked up Abao and said, "I would like to thank Your Highness first, but before that, Your Highness, please wash up and have breakfast first."

Hearing this, Abao reminded: "You were drunk last night, so you will have to use egg custard later."

The taste of the egg custard was indescribable. Xuanyuan Fengran's expression changed slightly, and he tried to bargain: "I'll use the egg custard, and you, Mr. Zhang, must continue to take the medicine."

Drinking medicine again?! Po struggled hard in his uncle's arms.

"How dare you! I won't drink! ... I won't drink!"

Objection is futile. First wash up, then have breakfast, and finally take the bitter medicine.

When the autumn sun makes the morning breeze gradually warm, deep in the lush red maple trees on the back mountain.

A Bao took Xuanyuan Fengran to see the new grave.

As usual, Mr. Wen brought the water orchid he picked by Mirror Lake to the grave.

"The swallows in the nest on the third old tree beside the mountain path have flown further south. I wonder if my old bones will be able to see them when they come back next year."

Old Wen chatted with Tombstone about daily trivialities for a while, and became more and more worried.

"Ma'am, our little Abao is back."

"He also brought a group of grandsons-in-law..."

"They are all good kids. But I don't like any old man." Changing the subject, Elder Wen sighed in worry, "Especially King Feng Ran."

Suddenly, there were footsteps approaching. Old Wen turned back vigilantly and was instantly embarrassed.

In silence, the red maple leaves beside the tomb fell down.

A Bao took Xuanyuan Fengran by the hand and also sat in front of the tombstone.

It turns out that my grandfather already knew it.

In that case, there's no point beating around the bush.

A Bao took a deep breath and said, "Grandfather, Uncle Feng Ran is not of Xuanyuan bloodline, so he was the one who performed the wedding ceremony with me last year."

Even though Mr. Wen had experienced many ups and downs, he was still deeply shocked at this moment.

He should be shocked first, the Man-Slaughter King is not of the royal bloodline? !

Or should I collapse first? My granddaughter actually cheated in front of everyone in the world and married the Man-Slaughter King?

Old Wen was deeply shocked and pointed at Xuanyuan Fengran with trembling hands.

"How can I be the emperor's uncle? You are such a brat! I think you have been planning this for a long time! Let go of Abao's hand!"

"Grandfather! The Emperor's uncle is very good! He..."

A Bao tried to explain anxiously, but was interrupted by Xuanyuan Fengran.

"It's okay. Grandfather just scolded me a few times. Compared with the flesh wounds I've suffered, this is already very light." Xuanyuan Fengran comforted Abao with his eyes, "Just let Grandfather scold you. Let Grandfather calm down."

"Who is your grandfather? Stop shouting!" Old Wen was furious.

But the words "flesh and blood wounds" reminded A Bao of the old wounds on his uncle's body.

I heard him mention them again, in a nonchalant tone.

A Bao suddenly felt even more uncomfortable, "I was the one who forced the marriage."

"If Grandfather wants to blame someone, blame me."

Elder Wen suddenly felt that what the black-robed king said sounded familiar.

Oh, I remember saying the same thing to my father-in-law back then.