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

Pei Guichen was once again swept into the blood mist.

Scenes from the past flashed before my eyes.

Since Xie Wuai's death, the Western Frontier scouts have been completely controlled by A Bao.

The case of King Feng Ran's treason caused by the secret letter was thoroughly investigated by Xijiang Jinvi.

The investigation into this case lasted for half a year.

But in this old dream, Yu Pei’s return to Chen was just a blink of an eye.

The scout, Golden Viper, is quite resourceful.

The result of the secret investigation naturally cleared King Feng Ran of the charges.

When Pei Guichen in his previous life learned about this, he was looking through the drawings of the underground palace of the imperial mausoleum. Lord Qian from the Ministry of Works next to him whispered that they had successfully taken advantage of the opportunity of transporting the stone materials for building the mausoleum to secretly deliver the bronze coffin to the imperial capital.

"May I ask, sir, what should we do next?"

"For now, don't move."

The plan was suddenly interrupted, and Lord Qian became suspicious.

But the one who offended this young master died in disgrace.

If asked to find out the reason, he would definitely not dare.

In the silence, the forest wind from Jingshan Mountain made the white-robed emperor of the previous life's robe rustle.

Looking back on the past five years, he had gone through several hard planning sessions and several wasted efforts. He held tightly to the blueprint of the underground palace and gazed into the distance at the majestic golden roof of the Tai Chi Hall.

When I returned to the palace, it was already late at night.

The white-robed emperor walked through the corridors and entered the Xuanshi Hall.

The hall was very quiet and dark.

The candlelight beside the desk had burned out at some point.

Ah Bao handled official business until late at night and was so tired that he fell asleep on the desk.

He first put aside the fox fur and food box he brought, then relit the candle. In his previous life, Pei Guichen used the candlelight to depict the woman who was sleeping at the desk.

For a long while, he tried to smooth her anxious frown.

Ever since little Yuanzhao was born, she always had nightmares and cried while she was sleeping.

"You dreamed about him again?"

Before he finished speaking, he heard her crying and talking in her sleep.

"Emperor, uncle emperor..."

They are actually the same person. Pei Guichen looked at himself and Abao in his previous life.

A subtle, soul-wrenching pain surged into my heart.

The white-robed emperor clenched his fists and spoke in a low and fierce voice for a long while.

"I found an old maid who used to serve in Concubine Wen's palace. She said that the princess and Prince Feng Ran were very close."

The thought of the rare treasures and novel gadgets sent all the way from the northern border.

It started snowing outside the palace, and it was getting colder inside.

Pei Guichen unfurled the fox fur coat indifferently, but deliberately draped it over Abao's shoulders with a gentle movement: "Abao, do you like him? Is it a romantic love?"

Po, who was deeply trapped in the nightmare, could only shed tears silently.

Pei Guichen, with a cold expression, raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of A Bao's eyes, and asked again: "In your heart, what is he? What am I?"

"I am the most important person to you, right?"

It was clearly just a dream repeating a past life. But Pei Guichen felt as if he was separated from life and death, as this question condensed into an arrow that pierced his heart.

The blood mist vortex suddenly rose again in the late autumn of that year.

After A Bao finished dealing with the government affairs at hand, he returned to Weiyang Palace as usual. Pei Guichen was already waiting for him.

"Abao, our Zhaozhao can speak now." Pei Guichen put his youngest son into Abao's arms: "Such a big happy event, I want you to hear it as soon as possible."

A Bao pinched Xiao Yuanzhao's chubby cheeks in surprise, curiously: "What did Zhaozhao say?"

Before he finished speaking, little Yuanzhao stuttered, "Mother, mother..."

Caught off guard, A Bao was extremely excited. Looking at little Yuan Zhao in her arms grinning with his newly grown baby teeth, she also laughed.

"My Zhao Zhao is so smart!"

To celebrate Zhao Zhao's ability to speak, A Bao specially built a warm room for Zhao Zhao to play in.

All the items are of the best quality.

Even all the sharp corners were wrapped thickly with cotton cloth, and then a blanket was spread all over the floor.

There are ice glasses in summer and warm stoves in winter.

The youngest son was already playful at this time, and he happened to be facing Abao, who also still had a young mind.

The mother and son often quarreled in the warm room.

Pei Guichen watched from the sidelines, memories of his past life deep in his soul.

Spring goes and autumn comes, summer flowers and winter snow.

When little Yuanzhao was three years old, New Year's Eve was approaching.

The court officials heard that the empress wanted to take the little prince to the Hua'e Xianghui Tower to have fun with all the officials.

An old minister reported: "King Feng Ran has been stationed in the northern border for many years, which shows his loyalty. Your Majesty, why don't you take this opportunity to summon King Feng Ran back to the palace for an audience?"

"First, we want to make King Feng Ran see with his own eyes that His Majesty already has a crown prince, and the bloodline of the late emperor has also been continued."

"Secondly, since Your Majesty is planning to send more winter clothing to the Northern Frontier, it would be better to hand it over to King Feng Ran in person to show your great grace."

After many years, A Bao thought that if Uncle Feng Ran had no intention of rebelling, she would not want to kill him.

The result was naturally approval. After court session, he returned to Weiyang Palace, but did not see Pei Guichen.

There was only little Yuan Zhao hiding and playing hide-and-seek with her.

Ah Bao was very cooperative, pretending not to notice the piece of clothing stuck in the gap between the cabinets: "Where is Zhao Zhao? Why can't mother find him?"

A Bao searched all over the house and finally sat in front of the door, pretending to be sad.

"Where is my Zhao Zhao? I'm so sad."

"Don't be sad, mom. Zhao Zhao is not lost!" Little Yuan Zhao hurriedly crawled into A Bao's arms, anxiously and clumsily comforting him: "Zhao Zhao is here!"

Ah Bao smiled and hugged Zhao Zhao into his arms: "Does Zhao Zhao like ponies? King Feng Ran sent a Northern Frontier Snow Horse!"

"King Feng Ran? Is he the great hero my mother mentioned?"

"Yes. He is a great warrior and a hero who protects the northern border." He is also the Butcher King who can stop children from crying at night by standing in a sea of ​​blood and corpses.

Little Yuan Zhao was curious: "Is King Feng Ran as powerful as Daddy?"

A Bao teased Zhao Zhao: "Zhao Zhao, do you think daddy is awesome?"

Little Yuan Zhao nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Yeah! Daddy is the best!"

The white-robed emperor happened to walk over from the corner of the corridor. A Bao smiled and said, "What a coincidence! It's Zhao Zhao's most powerful father who is here!"

Pei Guichen looked at Abao, who was smiling brightly, but was thinking about the news of the previous dynasty.

"Why don't we take Zhao Zhao to see the pony?"