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

Old Wen finally remembered this familiar scene.

He is also a few years older than his wife.

Many, many years ago, in order to successfully marry a wife, it was inevitable to resort to some tricks.

For example, he would play the victim and show weakness so that his wife would feel sorry for him and stand on his side.

As soon as Mr. Wen saw the distressed look on his granddaughter's face, he understood.

Oh no, I was careless and fell into a trap!!

Elder Wen was even more angry, "You bastard! This trick of yours!"

I used it when I was young! Can you really master it?!

Thinking of the Beiliang Qin Clan's trump card, Elder Wen regained his confidence and stroked his white beard in a calm manner: "My grandfather's words don't count. Ah Bao, you should seriously consider how to tell your mother and your father."

A Bao still wanted to persuade him, but Xuanyuan Fengran grabbed his sleeve.

The black-robed king looked quite pale, but he gently persuaded: "It's okay, this matter is indeed shocking, we still have to give Grandfather some time to calm down."

Hearing this, Elder Wen snorted coldly, "Don't dream."

Fortunately, he had previously thought that King Feng Ran treated Abao with sincerity.

I never thought that I had gone too far with this effort!

"Look at your granddaughter! She's making me angry!" Old Man Wen did not forget to complain to his wife about his grievances before he angrily turned away.

After a while, Abao looked at the tombstone uncomfortably.

The morning breeze grew stronger, and red maple leaves fell in front of the tombstone.

However, Xuanyuan Fengran looked cold.

Having tasted the sweetness of having a home, I have slowly begun to look forward to them walking through their long lives hand in hand.

If she abandons him again this time, he will really die.

The black-robed king's voice was hoarse: "Abao, don't abandon me again."

No matter who tries to stop me, don't abandon me again.

When his wrist was grabbed tightly, Po frowned and looked back, but he saw pain and fear in the eyes of the black-robed uncle.

A Bao raised his hands and hugged his uncle's waist tightly.

She endured it again and again, her eyes slightly red as she said, "I'm not going anywhere."

The sun is getting warmer and the sky is bright.

The wind is very gentle, and the sweetness of persimmons blends in the wind.

A Bao held Xuanyuan Fengran's hand and kowtowed to his grandmother's tombstone.

"He has been my whole life, and I won't change."

The water orchid in front of the tombstone had its white leaves trembling slightly.

It was like the lady who had been gentle all her life was chuckling again.

By the time A Bao and Xuanyuan Fengran returned to the backyard, more than half an hour had passed.

The hawthorn tree in front of the attic is ripe.

Xiao Jing'er, accompanied by Zhang Lanheng, was climbing a tree to pick fruits.

As soon as she saw Abao, Xiao Jing'er's eyes lit up immediately and she asked expectantly, "Sister Tangyuan, Daddy said you would take me out to play! Where are we going?"

"Let's go to Jinxiu Pavilion to buy some clothes first." A Bao pinched Xiao Jing'er's nose and said with a smile, "Dress Xiao Jing'er up as a handsome young man, and then we'll go meet the pretty young lady, who will take us to a fun place."

Xiao Jing'er turned her head to look at Zhang Lanheng, "Then is Dad going?"

"Daddy still has to take care of official business, so you should listen to your uncle the prince." Zhang Lanheng rubbed Xiao Jing'er's head and then put Xiao Jing'er into Xuanyuan Fengran's arms.

Zhang Lanheng looked at Xuanyuan Fengran: "It's troublesome."

Xuanyuan Fengran said generously: "It's no trouble."

At the foot of the mountain, there was already a carriage waiting.

Xuanji had to comfort Xie Wuai for a while before he was allowed to get on the car.

Yan Haixi, who also stayed in Bailu Mountain, patted Xie Wuai's shoulder with earnest words.

"It's just you and me, relying on each other."

"... Yan Haixi, be quiet."

The carriage went straight to Jinxiu Pavilion and then turned to Jiangnan Wharf.

The autumn weather is bright and the streets are bustling with people.

As soon as Abao lifted the car curtain, he saw Wanwan waving desperately at the dock from afar.

"Madam! Madam! Here!"

Abao and Wanwan have not seen each other for several months since leaving the imperial capital.

This time, it was because she had agreed with the Rakshasa Buddha to use the Rakshasa Buddha's precious land in Jiangnan to hold a unique auction.

A Bao asked Wan Wan, "What is that place called?"

He ordered the boatman to start the boat, and Wanwan replied with a smile: "A den of brothel."

The properties under the name of Rakshasa Buddha earn millions of gold every day, so it is naturally a gold-spending den.

But what Po actually wanted to ask was: "What is its place name?"

Hearing this, Wanwan smiled even more deeply: "Madam, let's call it a brothel!"

"?" Po was confused, but the boat started moving.

Even though it was just a river, she couldn't help but feel nervous.

Without time to think, he subconsciously grabbed the sleeve of the black robe tightly.

With the help of his uncle, he endured all the way and finally got ashore smoothly.

The brothel, three words written with iron strokes and silver hooks.

It hangs brightly in front of the building, and is shining golden under the bright sunlight.

The taste of this Rakshasa Buddha is really hard to understand.

A Bao secretly complained to his uncle: "The building in the imperial capital is called Baiyujing, how elegant and noble, how artistic! This den of money is so straightforward that it is outrageous."

"Great vulgarity is great elegance." Xuanyuan Fengran's forehead veins jumped as he forced an explanation.

A Bao remained silent, he really couldn't agree with it.

Wanwan was very enthusiastic and took them all the way inside.

The Gaojin Cave is actually a manor surrounded by water on all sides, with towering buildings, carved beams and painted buildings, and colorful lights. Along the winding corridors, the flowers are blooming, and the autumn is coming.

One of the buildings was shrouded in the rich aroma of wine.

The guests stayed up all night and were still dancing and having fun.

Po looked around and noticed the tallest building.

The high-hanging black and gold flag, embroidered with a Pixiu head, looks very majestic.

If you look closely, you will see that even the window screens on the top floor are made of gold threads.

In her eyes, there was only envy.

"Wanwan, your master is really rich."

The dimple-faced maid nodded repeatedly and said with a smile, "Yes, yes! Madam, if you and our master Shangcheng, ahem, form an alliance, it will definitely be a win-win situation!"

Abao smiled awkwardly, still feeling frightened.

Fortunately, it was not this den of brothel that I burned bald.

Otherwise, I really can't afford the compensation.