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

An hour later, in the warm room of the Censorate's Mansion.

Zhang Lanheng stared at the pitch-black medicinal soup in his hand.

When I think of this bowl of bitter medicine, there is still most of it left.

Lord Zhang was silent for a while, then he looked towards the windowsill, and saw a figure in a rouge skirt trying to lean over to save the little bird under the eaves.

While she wasn't paying attention, Lord Zhang quietly prepared to destroy the flower on the tea table.

"Master Zhang, I have done this before, secretly pouring medicine into the flowerpot!" A Bao turned around, holding the rescued baby bird, and stared at Zhang Lanheng with a smile.

In the deafening silence, Lord Zhang silently withdrew his hand.

He lowered his eyes, smiled helplessly, and drank the remaining half bowl of bitter medicine in one gulp.

Suddenly, she stretched out her hand in front of him.

The clenched fist was opened, and there was a candy in the palm of the hand.

"Thank goodness my uncle forced me to drink this bitter medicine before. Here, I speak from experience. This is the life-saving osmanthus candy. It's very sweet!"

Zhang Lanheng looked up, following the sound of her silvery laughter.

But he only took one glance and dared not look at her again.

He lowered his eyes and took the osmanthus candy in her hand.

But her smile was filled with the warmth of winter, like the falling flowers all over the yard.

His heart was rippling, and Zhang Lanheng quietly clenched his fists in his sleeves.

And footsteps were heard behind me.

The black-robed King walked in with another bowl of medicine soup, which scared Po so much that his face suddenly turned worried.

"Abao, don't try to hide, come here."

"........."

Two days later, in the east of Jiangnan City, at Yuelai Theater.

A ghost play is being performed on the stage, which has recently become popular all over the city.

The song is about the distant Dai City, where the city lord has two daughters.

The eldest daughter has a face like Guanyin, but a heart like a snake. She does all kinds of evil things and even does not spare her own sister.

The framed little daughter was desperate and committed suicide by jumping into a well, but by some strange coincidence, her soul attached itself to the old locust tree beside the well and returned for revenge.

A Bao pinched his nose and drank the medicine, then stuffed a piece of osmanthus candy into his mouth.

In Xuanji's suppressed laughter.

She pretended to be calm and opened the tea window in the warm room.

It was indeed a wise decision for Emperor Feng Ran's uncle to open this theater here on purpose.

At this moment, she looked far away from the left side of the stained glass window and saw that Prince Xiao's mansion was only two streets away.

In silence, A Bao, who was full of thoughts, recalled what the secret guards had reported about Prince Xiao's Mansion. Except for some time ago, Xiao Liu and Xiao Shi were rescued by Xiao Linglai.

As for the rest, people have been dying peacefully in Prince Xiao's Mansion.

It was so quiet that it frightened her.

Xuan Ji, who was sitting opposite the tea table, was holding a hand warmer and was very curious.

"When he meets Xiao Yunzheng later, what do you think he will say?"

"Ninety-nine percent of the time, they want to bring back Xiao Jingyue's body for burial."

After all, Xiao Jingyue's body had been hanging on the city wall for a day and was now being kept in the coroner's room.

A Bao looked at the tightly closed door of the palace.

The sight of white funeral couplets, white wreaths, and white lanterns...

Coincidentally, Xuanji asked again: "If this is true, will you agree? Let Xiao Jingyue rest in peace."

A Bao stared at the Xiao Palace, which was resplendent in gold and jade and had carved railings and jade bricks.

After a while, he fell into silence, as if thinking about something.

A moment later, there was a knock on the door of the warm room.

A Bao raised his eyes and saw the secret guards of the Haizi tribe leading Xiao Yunzheng, who had been searched and confirmed to have no hidden weapons, into the room.

But Xuan Ji still stared at Xiao Yunzheng vigilantly.

In particular, Xiao Yunzheng was holding a sandalwood box in his hand very carefully.

In the dead silence, Xiao Yunzheng placed the sandalwood box on the tea table, sat down, and looked at A Bao.

The afternoon sunlight shone through the stained glass windows and silk gauze, enveloping her like flowing gold.

The most famous thing about Yuelai Theater, besides the opera, is that the entire theater is covered with pearl vines and pearl-like velvety flowers, which are dazzling and colorful.

Amid the scattered shadows of flowers, the breeze blew up a strand of her black hair.

She remained silent, but behind the silence, there were sounds of singing, reciting, acting and fighting from the stage in the lobby, as well as the sounds of wronged ghosts seeking revenge and screams.

Xiao Yunzheng, who had been silent the whole time, finally spoke up: "If we continue to sing these plays, I'm afraid that many years later, there will still be people who remember what Jingyue did."

The implication is that the popularity of this play is controlled by someone behind the scenes.

Suddenly, A Bao chuckled and pretended to be confused: "Does Master Xiao really think so? But I heard the owner of the theater mentioned that they have a saying in their industry."

"Any similarity is purely coincidental."

Hearing this, Xiao Yunzheng's expression turned ugly.

And A Bao's smile deepened: "I think this play, with all its ghost stories and weird stories, is quite interesting. Why don't you calm down and appreciate it carefully, Master Xiao?"

With a bloody throat, Xiao Yunzheng clenched the handle of the sandalwood box and said, "The imperial edict will arrive tomorrow. I dare to guess that the imperial edict says that he cannot bear to see the brothers in Prince Xiao's mansion fighting and killing each other, so in order to show the emperor's grace, the Xiao family's property will be divided equally among Prince Xiao's twelve sons."

After taking a sip of hot tea, A Bao suppressed his smile and said, "Prince Xiao is really amazing."

Hearing this, Xiao Yunzheng's heart sank, but he asked back calmly.

"If I really intend to do this, how will Prince Xiao break the impasse?"

It was not until he heard this sentence that Xiao Yunzheng felt something was amiss.

If he had really guessed the imperial edict, she would never ask like this.

Could it be that she has other intentions?

In a dignified manner, Xiao Yunzheng offered a bargaining chip: "The female spy in white has confessed that Pei Guichen has a base in Western Xinjiang. If Your Highness is willing to give Jingyue's body to me to take back and bury, I will be grateful and hand over the base in Western Xinjiang."

After a long silence, A Bao finally sighed, "Prince Xiao is really a good brother."

Xiao Yunzheng's voice became sweeter and sweeter: "Jingyue is dead. As her elder brother, I failed to lead her to the right path. In the end, I should bury her in peace."

"I don't agree." A Bao refused directly.

Xiao Yunzheng thought that he had already anticipated the answer and would be able to take it lightly.

But as she became calmer, he was at a loss.

"My revenge on Xiao Jingyue ended the moment she died." A Bao said the result word by word with a serious face.

"But I have to be careful, there may be people with ulterior motives...using Xiao Jingyue's body to cause trouble."

"Besides." She suddenly changed the subject: "The Western Frontier stronghold you mentioned is Wancheng?"

Xiao Yunzheng, with a complicated look on his face, fell into deep silence.