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

By the window, A Bao played with the bronze key while watching Bai Cha leave, and the Xie family scouts she sent followed closely behind.

Click, closing the screen window, she turned around.

"Gesa has nothing to do with you..."

Before he finished speaking, the bronze key in his hand fell to the ground.

With a sound, bang.

A Bao was pressed against the window by Xuanyuan Fengran, with his lips sealed.

In the deathly silence that followed, A Bao was startled for a moment, then slowly closed his eyes and put his arms around the neck of the black-robed emperor's uncle, as a sign of tacit consent.

But this kiss was different from the previous ones in terms of tenderness.

It's more like someone who has no idea what's going on and is in a hurry to prove something.

The cities were conquered and the lands were taken, and they became so tough that they seemed to be melted into each other's bones and blood.

A Bao's breathing became heavier, and his fingertips just grasped the emperor's uncle's black robe, but suddenly, he was lifted up in mid-air and walked towards the soft couch in the inner room.

As she leaned against the soft quilt, he approached her and she looked up at him.

The murderous tone given by years of war and smoke is clearly revealed at this moment.

A Bao raised his hands and held the black-robed uncle's face, speaking word by word.

"Gesa, it has nothing to do with you."

However, that strong and sturdy face showed signs of wavering.

"really?"

"Really. I promise you."

A Bao half-supported herself on her elbows and kissed him on the forehead. Not surprisingly, the black-robed king's breathing suddenly became heavy, but she continued to kiss the tip of his cold and straight nose and his deep and complex black eyes, stimulating him to pinch her waist with increasing force.

Until the black-robed king's sanity collapsed.

While she was looking at his thin lips happily, he leaned over to seek her kiss.

The belt around his waist was untied, the silk dress slipped off, and the beast held his flower under his body.

Xuanyuan Fengran once thought that his background was not important.

But when his background was brought to the table and used as a bargaining chip.

But he gave him a severe scolding.

Perhaps, his life experience will eventually make her give up on him.

However, at this moment, the black-robed king was shocked.

The way his Abao looked at him was still gentle and firm.

In a trance, she gently poked his cheek with her fingertips and coaxed him gently: "Don't be afraid, I'm here. I'm always here and belong to you."

Xuanyuan Fengran couldn't believe it and felt lost for a while.

"…Po."

He held Abao's waist tightly in his arms, slowly moved closer to her, and then carefully kissed her lips again, devoutly looking for evidence that she was by his side.

Bao only felt that his breath on the side of his neck was hot and a little itchy.

She waited until he had kissed her enough, then she supported herself with her hands, took the wooden hairpin from her hair with dark eyes, then she rubbed his nose with evil intentions and smiled softly with pursed lips.

The arms that were supported on her sides had bulging veins clearly visible.

She took advantage of his unpreparedness, turned over, and switched positions.

A Bao raised her hand and covered her uncle's chest. Under her palm, the flesh and blood in his chest was beating vigorously.

In fact, no matter what his background is.

As long as he was alive, it was enough to make her happy.

"You are mine." After saying this, she carefully leaned over and gently kissed his Adam's apple.

This caused him to roll over suddenly and hold her waist tighter.

The fingertips of his big hands, which had been holding the reins and swords for years, were covered with a thin layer of calluses. He moved his hands slowly up along her spine, neither lightly nor heavily, and finally pressed his big hands on the back of her neck.

The world was spinning around her, and he laid her down on the couch again.

The red maple hairpin had long been lost, and her jet-black hair was scattered on the soft couch. The black-robed uncle rested his hand on the back of A Bao's head, brushed away the messy hair at her temples, and gently stroked her eyebrows.

When he was born, he received only malice.

But Po gave him preference.

So, yes, he was hers.

"Abao, say that sentence again."

In a trance, looking at his deep black eyes, A Bao felt blessed.

His anxiety needs to be relieved by the entanglement of desire.

Maybe to him, more than she admitted over and over again, she was his.

more importantly--

Po held his uncle's face in his hands and spoke solemnly.

"Uncle Feng Ran, you are mine."

Xuanyuan Fengran looked down at Abao in his arms, only to see that the corners of her eyes were red. She clasped her hands tightly around his neck and bit his collarbone hard.

She had bitten him before when they were deeply in love.

But this time, she bit it particularly hard.

When I think about it, this is a mark she left, a mark that belongs to her alone.

Xuanyuan Feng's heart was burning with anger, and the last bit of his composure was gone in an instant.

The beast suppressed in the blood and bones of the black-robed king roared out of the cage, revealing its sharp and terrifying fangs, and locked his Po in his arms.

Xuanyuan Fengran leaned over to find Abao's lips and tasted the sweetness again.

It was the osmanthus dew she had just used, warm and moist.

Her breathing trembled slightly, and the remaining tiny sobs were all swallowed up by his kiss.

In the chaos, she subconsciously clung to his back, and hot sweat kept rolling down his taut back muscles. In the burning entanglement, he grabbed her wrist again.

This was the first time that her wrist was hurt by his pinch.

Xuanyuan Fengran looked down at her beautiful and clear eyes, which were filled with tears.

Suddenly, a tear slid down the corner of his eye and he brushed it away with his hand.

Until they hugged each other and fell into a deep sleep.

The wild beasts of the snowfields of the northern frontier brought the sun of the empire into his destiny.

The bright light of the full moon gathers into the night, while the warm morning light breaks through the darkness.

At this moment, the sun and the moon are in the same sky.

A new pair of flesh and blood.