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

Suddenly, hurried footsteps were heard on the green tiles on the roof.

Abao and Xuanji held hands and rolled behind the rockery.

From this angle, he quietly looked at the roof and actually saw a familiar face - Vulture, the shadow guard who had followed Pei Guichen on Mengjia Island.

Wait for the shadow guard to climb over the eaves and into the window.

Only then did A Bao and Xuan Ji crouch down and continue listening along the wall.

The shadow guard was excited: "Reporting to the master, we found it."

Tao Er was puzzled: "Who does the eldest master want to find?"

But after a long silence, Pei Guichen still didn't speak.

Instead, it was Gu Qijue who tried to test him: "Use the Shadow Guards to find someone. It seems that person is very important to you."

This sentence unexpectedly broke the dead silence in the tea room.

“He is indeed very important to me.”

Pei Guichen stood up and opened the window.

The shadows of ginkgo leaves falling in the wind fill the sky, and the bleakness and loneliness of late autumn hits you in the face.

After spending more than half a month, I finally got the result.

Thinking of this, he looked at the Zijing Mountain shrouded in fog in the distance.

Further inside, there was the dilapidated temple where he was rescued.

The moment he heard the sound of the window opening, Abao's heart began beating like a drum.

Fortunately, several footsteps hurried away.

Just as Po was about to chase after him, Xuan Ji grabbed his hand and stopped him, shaking her head: "You can't take risks! I know some martial arts, I'll go for you!"

"No!" Abao refused decisively.

Xuanji insisted: "Will you come to save me?"

Po said without hesitation: "Of course."

Xuanji smiled and said, "If I die bravely on this journey, will you avenge me?"

A Bao worriedly clenched Xuan Ji's hand: "I will."

"That's fine!" Xuanji looked at her best friend and smiled, "I'll wait for you to bring reinforcements!"

At the same time, in the teahouse behind the garden.

The granddaughter of the Han family, dressed in a soft green silk gauze, with a waist as slender as a willow and skin as white as cream, bowed slightly to Zhang Lanheng and said, "Rong'er greets the censor."

Old Han said with a smile, "Why are you so polite, little girl? This is the elder brother of the Zhang family whom you have known since childhood! Just call him Brother Lan Heng."

Seeing this scene, Zhang Lanheng was helpless.

Mr. Han mentioned it several times, both openly and secretly, but he refused every time.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Han chose to be direct and frank.

"Mr. Han, can I be alone..."

Before he finished speaking, Mr. Han's expression changed slightly.

Looking at his granddaughter, Old Han considered it again and again, and finally took into account the dignity of a scholar. He stroked his beard and smiled, "Rong'er, didn't you say that it was hot in autumn, so you stewed snow pear soup for your brother Lan Heng to relieve heat and moisten his throat? Come on, go to the kitchen and take a look."

"Grandpa, don't tell me everything!" Han Ronger smiled and glanced at Zhang Lanheng.

After Han Ronger went to the kitchen, Old Han became solemn.

"The Han family is a scholarly family, and my Rong'er is both virtuous and beautiful."

"So, I'm still not worthy of you?"

Mr. Han said this with great seriousness.

Zhang Lanheng lowered his eyes, performed the etiquette of a disciple, and then refused.

"I really have no intention of getting married."

Hearing this, Old Han advised: "When the incident at Jinghu Cottage happened, the uncles and aunts were afraid that Her Royal Highness the Princess would keep an eye on you, so they never dared to mention your marriage over the years. But now that Her Royal Highness the Princess has chosen the Second Young Master to enter the palace, she must have completely let you go."

"Don't come and rob us again in the future."

"You don't have to worry about Her Royal Highness the Princess interfering."

Hearing this, Zhang Lanheng laughed at himself. He actually hoped that she would take it by force.

Unfortunately, she just keeps saying that she likes handsome young men from aristocratic families.

"Your Highness, I cannot do such a thing." Zhang Lanheng clarified.

Mr. Han didn't believe it, but he didn't dwell on it and turned the subject back to urging marriage.

"The bloodline of the Zhang family in Donghai is dying out. You and Jingchen are the only two brothers left in this generation." Old Han said meaningfully, "Now that Jingchen has entered the palace, the Zhang family's bloodline will only depend on you. If you don't get married, won't the incense of the Zhang family in Donghai be cut off?"

Hearing this, Zhang Lanheng's thoughts suddenly sank: "The younger generation already has children."

"He has been recorded in the Zhang family tree and has visited the Zhang clan ancestral temple."

However, Old Han did not take it seriously: "The child's name is Zhang Jing. I know that. But he is not my biological blood after all."

Zhang Lanheng said resolutely: "I don't care."

Seeing that Zhang Lanheng was unmoved, Old Han was unhappy: "You care so much about that child that you even bring him up with you. Could it be that you have a deep relationship with his mother?"

Zhang Lanheng, who didn't like being overly questioned about his personal affairs, looked even more gloomy.

And Mr. Han deduced again and again, and said, "Based on the child's age, he is definitely not your biological child."

Zhang Lanheng's expression faded as he said, "Junior and Jing'er are destined to meet."

However, Mr. Han still had a hunch that there was something deeply hidden behind this.

It cannot be summed up in one sentence: fate.

It was quite a pity that Mr. Han sighed: "Really? Is it worth it?"

"It's worth it." Zhang Lanheng turned away coldly.

Back then, Jinghu Cottage was a hot topic.

His grandfather explained the pros and cons to him.

The princess' marriage is the most important move in the old emperor's power balance.

"The Xiao family in Jiangnan, the Zhao family in Xijiang, and if Your Majesty still has a trace of fatherly love, there is also the Xiehou Mansion of Princess Huimin."

"Only these three families. As for our Donghai Zhang family..."

"It was only when my grandfather resigned from office that the entire family was able to be safe. Your Majesty will never want to see the Zhang family rise again, let alone use the princess to win them over."

Grandfather said earnestly: "Don't fight, just give up."

Looking back on those years, Zhang Lanheng can now smile with relief.

During the days at Bailu Academy, she was kind and intelligent, and understood the hardships of people's lives. She also understood the prosperous world he had imagined when he was young and frivolous.

Give up? He couldn't.

Zhang Lanheng pushed open the door of the tea room and a cool breeze blew on his face.

Therefore, he tried hard to find the best position next to His Highness.

She was the king and he was the subject.

His dream will eventually come true in her hands.

Thousands of years later, history books will remember the stories of wise rulers and loyal ministers.

At this time, from the other side of the circular corridor filled with blooming flower bells, Abao came running with her skirt lifted up.

"Hurry! Come with me!!"