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

At the same time, in the secret room of the villa in the city.

It has been half a month since the last autumn rain.

The night deepens and the winter feels deeper.

Po casually tapped the cold dagger on the table with his fingers.

The burly man who was tied to the iron frame was pretending to be a beggar.

His face was full of flesh and he spoke in an evil tone.

"What orders are you following?" A Bao raised his eyes coldly.

"You locked me up for fifteen days! I've told you seven hundred and eighty times!" The killer was furious: "You are not as skilled as me! You can kill me or chop me up! It's all up to you!!"

Hearing this, A Bao sneered coldly: "The Blood Hidden Killer of the West Prison Secret Service Camp never fails. But when King Feng Ran fought with you, each of your moves seemed fierce and brutal, but they were not killing moves."

Upon hearing this, the killer was suddenly shocked.

But A Bao said sternly: "It is possible that the order you received was not to kill King Feng Ran!"

The killer yelled stubbornly: "I didn't say anything!!"

Seeing this, Abao held his forehead helplessly.

Sending such a big fool to assassinate Uncle Feng Ran?

What on earth is the old emperor planning? Is there something wrong with his brain?

A Bao stood up depressedly, leaning on the table and slowly walked out of the secret room.

The moment the iron door behind you closed again.

The black-robed imperial uncle who had been waiting for a long time extended his hand to her first.

A Bao was silent for a moment, then suddenly, he stretched out his hands and hugged his waist tightly: "Uncle..."

"Yes, I'm here." The black-robed uncle stroked the back of her neck soothing her, his voice low and gentle.

But on the contrary, it made her feel even worse.

"I don't like this." A Bao hugged his uncle tighter: "I don't like your life being threatened all the time."

And this life-and-death threat came from her father.

Upon hearing this, the Butcher King, who was regarded as a ferocious and evil man, softened his heart.

"It's okay." The black-robed king coaxed gently, "Your Majesty has disliked me for a long time. I'm used to these assassinations."

When Abao heard the word "habit", he felt even more distressed.

But there is no solution to convince the old emperor to trust King Feng Ran.

Suddenly, Uncle Feng Ran held her face in his hands, wiped away her tears, leaned over and kissed her forehead, and said in a hoarse voice: "I can afford the price of staying by your side."

At this time, the corner of the secret room corridor.

Xie Wuai quietly took a half step back and coughed twice in a pretentious manner.

"Royal sister! Be ready!"

An hour later, at the gate of the villa where high bluestone walls stood quietly.

The cold dew condensed into beads in the night wind and rolled down the veins of the vine leaves.

Following Abao's orders, the scouts from Western Xinjiang were ready to go.

Zhang Lanheng was squatting in front of Xiao Jing'er, stroking the child's furry head, and earnestly admonishing him, "...listen carefully to your great-grandfather's words."

After a pause, Zhang Lanheng was worried and emphasized: "Don't forget to practice calligraphy."

Xiao Jing'er, who was originally quite sad, suddenly looked painful: "Oh."

Xuanji was reluctant to let her go: "Why do you insist on sending Xiao Jing'er back to the East China Sea?"

"The Jiangnan City is about to be in trouble. Xiao Jing'er has no power to protect himself. We cannot leave him in danger."

As A Bao explained to Xuan Ji, he squatted down and put the fox fur in his hand on Xiao Jing'er, then gently poked the child's belly: "Listen to your father and practice your calligraphy well. But you also have to eat well three times a day. Eat it until you are plump, so that you can grow taller."

Before she could finish her words, the child's little hands suddenly hugged her neck tightly.

"Will you come to see me with Daddy?" Xiao Jinger tiptoed close to A Bao's ear and said shyly, "I will miss you very much."

Hearing this, A Bao smiled and patted the child's back, comforting him, "I will miss you a lot, too. And when I'm done, I'll go pick you up with Uncle Ran and your father."

"Let's spend New Year's Eve together this year, okay?"

Xiao Jing'er finally became happy, "Okay!!"

A Bao smiled and tied the small cloth bag handed to him by the black-robed uncle around Xiao Jing'er's waist. "Uncle Ran specially prepared sweet-scented osmanthus candy for you. Eat one when you miss us. It's very sweet."

Touching the small cloth bag, Xiao Jinger bowed to Xuanyuan Fengran earnestly: "Thank you, Uncle Ran. I will miss you very much too."

Really? The great Man-Slaughter King lowered his head and looked at Xiao Jing'er in bewilderment.

Seeing the child's expectant look, Po secretly tugged at the corner of his uncle's robe.

After a long time, the black-robed king finally mustered up the courage.

"Got it." After a slight pause, he softened his tone and said, "You need to practice calligraphy and squat in horse stance."

At this moment, Xiao Jing'er felt even more painful.

A Bao held back his laughter and carried Xiao Jing'er into the carriage.

After a moment, the carriage disappeared into the early winter streets shrouded in darkness.

Zhang Lanheng retracted his gaze and looked at A Bao, "I met Elder Wen again today. He was accompanied by Princess Xiao and wanted to see Xiao Jingyue who was in custody."

Hearing this, A Bao, who turned and walked into the yard, was slightly stunned.

The encirclement and suppression at Zijing Mountain did not alarm Jiangnan City.

Instead, it was rumored that the rainstorms and mountain torrents were caused by the haunting of Prince Xiao’s Mansion.

But they are all unimportant. The most bizarre thing is that three more people died in Prince Xiao’s Mansion in the past half month.

Xiao Er, Xiao Wu, Xiao Qi.

The way he died was bizarre, as if he had died at the hands of a ghost.

This was not her doing.

A Bao was full of doubts: "When will that person arrive?"

"We'll be there tomorrow." Zhang Lanheng changed the subject and said, "In addition, Wu Su led his men to secretly break into the prison for the sixth time last night."

Po was curious: "Did you catch him?"

"Since Your Highness said he wanted to release him, I just pushed him back." Zhang Lanheng expected something: "Is this to fatten up Wu Su's courage?"

"Every time he breaks into prison, he escapes." A Bao grabbed a handful of fish food and threw it into the pond in the courtyard. "Master Zhang, guess what else the arrogant Wu Su will do?"

Zhang Lanheng understood: "Wrong, the bigger the better."

Ah Bao chuckled: "In this case, I can also ask His Majesty to deprive the Wu family of their title."

Hearing this, Zhang Lanheng looked thoughtfully at the group of fish in the pond swallowing the food.

Suddenly, a lantern embroidered with orchids was handed to me.