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

At the same time, near Zhaowu Gate.

The morning mist has not yet dissipated, and only the dozens of feet high city walls can be vaguely seen, standing tall and guarding this rich and prosperous land.

It was very quiet near the city gate.

A private room on the third floor of Wangcai Inn, with a wooden sign saying "resting here today".

A Bao, who was pressed on the soft couch, lowered his head guiltily and looked at his uncle quietly.

He spread out her palm and carefully applied the medicine on her.

Then she took the fox fur that Wanwan handed to her and wrapped her up like a glutinous rice dumpling.

The black-robed emperor uncle always had a gloomy face and was indeed not someone you would want to mess with.

Suddenly, he asked, "Are you still feeling bad?"

The voice of the black-robed king was fiery yet gentle.

"Actually, I can bear..."

"Tolerate?"

The black-robed uncle's voice deepened, and Po immediately gave in.

"I can't bear it anymore. It's really painful..."

"Xuanyuan Abao!" The volume suddenly rose, but the black-robed King took a deep breath and reminded himself not to blame her anymore.

Ever since the siege at the cliff, her legs have not been very flexible.

Recently, the sky has become increasingly darker.

The winter snow was coming, and the cold was penetrating into her bones. She was already feeling very uncomfortable.

While ordering the secret guard to add more charcoal, he carefully rubbed Abao's knees. Suddenly, the black-robed king said in a deep voice: "Things in Jiangnan will be difficult for a while."

"Why don't I bring Mr. Zhang here so you can have a look?"

Hearing this, A Bao stared at the black-robed emperor uncle who was half-crouching in front of her.

After a moment, she pinched his worried face with both hands: "It was just that I got bumped while running around in the woods that day. It's really nothing serious."

The consolation was gentle, but the black-robed king was not appeased.

He lowered his eyes and continued to rub her knees, but he seemed to be thinking about something.

At this time, Xuan Ji, who was peeking out from the tea window, asked in confusion, "I wonder if the scumbag is dead or not? If he is not dead, he should come to save us, right?"

Abao was also curious, but he heard Xuanji mumbling.

"Come to think of it, I find it very strange."

"Why does the way that scumbag looks at you make it seem like - he and you have a predestined relationship in your previous life?"

The speaker didn't mean it, but Po was stunned.

After a long while, she chuckled to herself, "Even if we are destined to be together, it is an evil fate that will not end well."

Before the last note fell, a shrill scream was heard suddenly! !

Zhaowu Gate, which should have been bustling, attracted many people to watch because the Lu family was giving out porridge at the Bodhi Temple two streets away.

As a result, at this moment, Zhaowu Gate was deserted.

The chaotic sound of horses' hooves and the clashing of swords seemed even more deafening.

A large number of guards from the Censorate surrounded Wu Su's carriage.

The leading guard commander pointed his sword at Wu Su and shouted, "Master Zhang holds the Xiezhi sword bestowed by the emperor, and is the emperor's censor! Master Wu, you are so bold that you dare to assassinate an official of the imperial court! Come! Capture him! No matter if he lives or dies!!"

The mottled bluestone of the city wall was splattered with blood, on top of the marks left by swords and arrows from past wars.

Gradually, the smell of blood spread.

A carriage that had obtained a pass to leave the city and was about to leave suddenly stopped.

The driver quietly tightened his grip on the sword in the dark, using his eyes and ears at the same time.

Without making any mistake, he stared at the old man in the car.

Liu Ruyi half lifted the curtain and pretended to be surprised: "Oh my God! The one who was killed was Miss Xiao!"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Wen's expression changed drastically and he suddenly opened the car curtain completely.

Xiao Jingyue was seen hanging on the city wall in a single piece of clothing, covered in blood.

A cold look flashed across her face, and Liu Ruyi advised again: "Mr. Wen, Madam has asked me to send you safely to Chuyue to relax. Seeing that Jiangnan is about to be in chaos, we should leave quickly!"

"No! Wait! I have to..." Save the child Jingyue!

However, Old Man Wen stared at his little granddaughter with heartache, and then looked at Bai Fan.

The white funeral banner that read "cause and effect, reincarnation, and retribution" fluttered in the wind and almost hit him in the face.

For a long while, Mr. Wen was stunned and couldn't say the rest of the sentence.

And Abao, who had been watching the melee silently by the tea window of the inn, suddenly raised his eyes and looked into the distance.

The northern section of the city wall of Zhaowu Gate is built against the mountain and has many beautiful views.

Therefore, there are many teahouses and bookstores.

At this moment, in the teahouse with a plaque with the words "Jiang Jia" hanging on it, there was a pair of black eyes covered with snow, staring at her intently through the curling morning mist.

After hesitating for a long time, A Bao remained calm and quietly gestured to Xie Wuai.

Xie Wuai understood what he meant, turned around and led his scouts to pursue.

Half an hour later, in the front hall of Prince Xiao's mansion.

Xiao Meng's voice trembled as he reported, "...Prince, Miss Jingyue is dead."

He waited anxiously for the news of his death for eighteen days.

But at this moment he just felt relieved.

Xiao Yunzheng looked at the tablet of King Xiao on the incense table in front of the hall.

After a long silence, the young man said calmly, "Bring some guards and bring the young lady back."

But Xiao Meng said in embarrassment: "...When Master Wu broke into the prison, he injured Mr. Zhang. As you know, Mr. Zhang is the emperor's censor. This is a serious crime."

“So after the melee on the city wall, Lord Zhang ordered that the situation be maintained as it is.”

The young man lowered his eyes, his hands trembling slightly as he slowly stroked the newly made coffin: "I only knew she was good at chess before, but I never thought she was this good."

Hearing this, Xiao Meng mustered up the courage to look up, only to see that his own young master had a distraught look on his face.

Xiao Meng was uneasy, but he listened to his own prince's hoarse voice giving orders.

"Take my visiting card and go to the villa on Jinxiu Street."

"Just say it's the last time."

At the same time, in the Censorate on Jinling Street.

I thought it was just pretending, but I never expected that Zhang Lanheng was really injured.

A Bao was furious: "Why don't you hide?"

"Thinking that His Highness was going to punish Wu Su, I simply went with the flow and charged him with the crime of assassinating the Emperor's censor." Zhang Lanheng endured the pain from his wound and smiled gently: "Now, there is no chance for Wu Su to turn things around."

Staring at the pale-faced Zhang Lanheng, A Bao's breath got stuck in his throat.

After a long while, she managed to utter a threat.

"Medicine for broken bones and tendons is very bitter."

"You're done, Master Zhang."