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

In the evening, there was a thick layer of snow at the Purple Valley Camp.

When the Shenwu Camp was clearing snow, they saw Young Marquis Xie rushing towards the main tent with a furious look on his face.

General Zhang Yu, who was leading other soldiers in routine training, suddenly became nervous: "What happened? When you were delivering those twenty carts of medicine and grain, did you encounter a counterattack?"

Twenty carts of medicine and food were placed in front of the Mo tribe defenders.

For them, it is a huge temptation.

There is no way to protect them, just start robbing.

"They don't dare!" Xie Wuai knew General Zhang's anger, "It's my business."

My own sister asked me to keep this matter secret.

Thinking of this, Xie Wuai hugged the wooden box tightly in his arms and lifted the curtain.

Po, who was standing in front of the defense map, turned around and looked at the wooden box.

In a moment, she was nervous and expectant: "Put it on the woodworking table."

After she finished speaking, she looked behind Xie Wuai and asked, "Where is Wanwan who brought the wooden box? The journey from Jiangnan to Xijiang was very dangerous. Is she safe?"

"Madam! I'm here!" Wanwan, holding a wide sandalwood box, jumped out from behind Xie Wuai like a little fox having fun in the snow, "This is a gift from the master..."

"Ahem!" Wan Wan suddenly realized that she had said something wrong and changed her words with difficulty: "King Feng Ran spent a large sum of gold to buy it from the Lord! It's a birthday gift for you, my lady!"

Hearing this, A Bao chuckled helplessly: "I know. Congratulations to Luosha Buddha for making money again!"

An idea suddenly came to Wanwan.

Madam, you have such a mysterious smile!

Has the master been exposed?

But before she could investigate further, the lady had already focused all her attention on the woodworking table.

After Young Marquis Xie opened the wooden box, he found the bronze square box.

And Abao examined it carefully, weighing it secretly.

The roundest point of the spiral pattern that opened the Mingjing Jade Table gave her the inspiration to unlock the bronze square box - the broken secret talisman, each part of which was deduced backwards according to the innate yellow meridian, was the key to unlocking the unique structure of each mechanism.

The symbol of the Mingjing Yutai is the spiral point on the north side.

As for the bronze square box, she only needs to search backwards along the patterns of the bronze secret symbol and she will have a chance to find it.

But Abao overestimated her proficiency in the Xiantian Huangjing. When it was getting darker and she was about to give up hope, there was a very light click.

A layer suddenly popped out from the bottom of the bronze square box!

A Bao stared at the two yellowed letters in the narrow compartment with surprise.

But the dark red bloody handprint in it hurt his eyes.

In the dead silence of the main camp, everyone was breathing heavily for a long time...

Ah Bao stared at the powerful and sharp handwriting of "My son Feng Ran's personal letter" and felt a sore nose. He turned around, lifted the curtain and ran straight to the watchtower.

In the cold and bleak winter in western Xinjiang, the night darkens very quickly.

The snow had just stopped for a moment, and then fell down heavily again as the wind rose.

On the watchtower, the black-robed King braved the snow to hand the new defense map to General Zhang, and then heard General Zhang look behind him in surprise.

"Your Highness, why are you so anxious?"

Hearing this, the black-robed King followed General Zhang's gaze and turned back with a frown.

But he saw Abao running towards him desperately in the dark snow.

The black-robed king almost wanted to teleport as he hurried down the watchtower and held the little girl, who was about to slip on the wet and cold snow, firmly.

Suddenly, he frowned and took off the fox fur coat to wrap her up, "Wearing so thinly to get wet in the snow? Xuanyuan Abao, you are getting more and more amazing."

But A Bao, who was filled with anxiety, didn't care about anything else. She grabbed tightly the big hand of her uncle who was tying the fox fur belt for her, and looked up at him intently.

"Uncle, I opened the bronze box."

After she finished speaking, she stuffed the old letter that she had been holding tightly all the way into his hand.

"It's for you."

The black-robed king stared silently at the little girl in front of him, whose nose was red with discomfort but who was trying hard to hold back her tears. After a moment, he lowered his head as if he realized something.

The words stained red by dried blood caught his eyes.

Many years ago, at Tulong Pass, on the eve of the great battle.

Since King Gesa was killed by his brother, Wule, the barbarians have been harassing the northern border of Daqi even more recklessly. Unfortunately, Daqi suffered from drought and blizzards last year. The poor harvest in the famine year made the barbarians think it was a godsend opportunity and they wanted to do their best to attack the capital of Daqi.

As the King of Qin wrote the letter, he thought of how all the living soldiers stationed in the northern border had turned into graves over the years.

But if we can repel the barbarian army in the battle of Tulong Pass tomorrow, it will be a great victory.

Those young men of the Northern Frontier Iron Cavalry will no longer have to sacrifice themselves.

Xuanyuan Mu, who had just seized the throne, promised him that he would work hard and love the people.

Many years later, the people of Northern Xinjiang live and work in peace and contentment, with their elderly well cared for and their children well taken care of.

So he can't retreat, let alone lose.

But he can't come back.

All he could do was leave a letter and the little black Kui doll he had cast by himself.

The black-robed king silently clenched the edge of the letter. The letter, which had turned yellow and old over the years and was stained red with blood, finally returned to its owner's hands.

And the little black Kui before.

It is the size of a palm and looks very cute, and he really likes it.

In silence, A Bao raised his eyes and looked at the black-robed emperor uncle whose shoulders were covered with snow.

The tears that I had been holding back for so long finally burst out.

What the King of Qin left in the envelope were several small portraits he had drawn himself.

In the springtime wilderness of the northern border, two figures riding horses scared out the fluttering butterflies in the sea of ​​flowers. On a moonlit night in the snowy mountains, the two figures sat side by side. The heavily armored King Qin pointed at the brightest star, while the woman beside him smiled brightly.

Each one is so lifelike.

In each portrait, the woman's smile is free and unrestrained, full of tenderness and light.

A Bao thought that the King of Qin must have been very happy to leave these paintings.

"They love each other very much." A Bao stared at the silent black-robed uncle for a long time. She tried hard to hold back her tears, carefully took his hand, and comforted him in a gentle voice.

"Uncle. You were born out of love."