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

As he approached the palace, he stole glances at his uncle, who was wearing a black robe.

The brilliant evening glow streamed down from the eaves and draped over his sturdy shoulders, but it could not melt the strange coldness that surrounded him.

Is it possible that Emperor's uncle Feng Ran is secretly sulking?

A Bao was surprised and puzzled, but why? Who provoked him?

Could it be that she has been busy with government affairs recently, and he returned to Prince Fengran's Palace due to his status?

We rarely meet, so why is he angry?

A Bao took two quick steps and walked side by side with his uncle in black robe, secretly poking his left arm.

"Uncle, little uncle~~" She smiled with her eyes curved: "I have a big..."

Before he could finish his words, he was suddenly interrupted by the black-robed emperor's uncle stopping.

Po was confused: "? Uncle?"

The black-robed king turned around and stared at Her Royal Highness the Princess. He endured it for a long time, and finally asked, "Do you know that Zhao Chuan Ce will arrive in the imperial capital in two days?"

"I know." A Bao nodded seriously: "Xie Wuai wrote a letter to tell me. He also sent a Golden Viper scout to escort them along the way to ensure that Zhao Chuan Ce and the King of Zhao from Zhenxi could arrive safely."

"What's wrong?" she asked with concern.

But his uncle in black robes remained silent for a moment, and then asked, "Then, Abao, do you know that the Jiangnan Censor Zhang Lanheng will also return to the imperial capital to report tomorrow?"

Hearing this, A Bao was surprised and asked, "Master Zhang will arrive tomorrow?"

"I thought he would be late for another two or three days. As it happens, Xiao Jinger told me yesterday that she missed her father very much. This is great."

Seeing this, the black-robed king remained silent for even longer.

Zhao Chuance has arrived, and Zhang Lanheng is also on his way back to the imperial capital to report on his work.

In addition, the newly appointed commander of the Pacification Division, Yan Haixi... has been staying in the Eastern Palace for the past few days due to the affairs of the Western Prison.

"It's getting late, let's get down to business first." The black-robed king hid his thoughts and reached out to tie the fox fur belt for his A-Bao. "When we go down to the secret room under the tree, remember to follow me closely."

Hearing this, A Bao's eyes sparkled and he smiled, "Yes! I will definitely listen to my uncle!"

He raised his hand and pinched her cheek. As the two of them continued to walk towards the palace side by side, the black-robed King turned his head inconspicuously to glance at Yan Haixi behind him.

The man hidden under the black cloak had dark eyes that were hard to read.

Retracting his gaze, the black-robed King quietly held Po's hand tightly in his sleeve.

Yan Haixi, who was left behind them, chuckled to himself.

She has the power over the three thousand concubines in the harem, so King Feng Ran must be worried and vigilant all the time.

One sentence, do you like him? King Feng Ran was afraid that her answer would be even a little bit affirmative, so he didn't dare to mention it.

As for the question, "Do you like me?" He was afraid of getting a negative answer from her, so he didn't dare to ask.

His mind raced, and Yan Haixi felt even more self-mockery.

But King Feng Ran didn't know that in his entire life, he would never mention any of his fantasies about her.

Once it was made clear, he was afraid of Abao's rejection, but he was even more afraid that an invisible, distant gap would arise between them.

So, if he doesn’t tell, Po won’t know.

They get along as usual.

As for King Feng Ran's doubts? I'd better ask King Feng Ran to look at it more positively.

After a moment, the golden Buddha statue in the hall was still smiling compassionately as it was in previous years.

Po stared at it, and the unresolved sadness in his heart became even heavier.

She took the incense handed to her by Abbot Xuanhua, lit incense in the misty cold fog, and chanted scriptures while beating a wooden fish.

Then Abbot Xuanhua was invited, under the pretext of moving the lunch classes to the pavilion at the back of the mountain, and the uninhabited area in front of the temple was cleared.

Yan Haixi had entered the secret room under the old tree next to the temple once.

This time, A Bao followed Yan Haixi, curiously watching Yan Haixi reach into the narrow tree hole and turn the abacus beads on the tree wall, clicking.

At the bottom of the tree hole, an iron chain ladder was exposed.

Next, he followed the familiar route and went down the chain ladder to the secret room at the bottom of the tree.

The tunnel was dark and stuffy, like a well. A-Bao tightly grasped the hand of his uncle in black robes and groped forward cautiously.

After winding through the maze-like path, Yan Hai pointed at the short stone path leading to the secret room and said, "This is it. The mechanism is hard to figure out."

Last time, he almost lost his life here.

Before she finished her words, A Bao pulled out the golden needle from her sleeve and said proudly, "This princess is indeed very important."

The black-robed king agreed earnestly: "Yes. Indispensable."

Yan Haixi held his forehead helplessly: "......"

A quarter of an hour later, A Bao used golden needles and magic to stop the mechanism, and successfully led his uncle and Yan Haixi into the secret room.

But the moment he stepped through the door, Abao was shocked.

There were no rare treasures or ancient books in Emperor Xianling's secret room, but it was filled with portraits.

The portrait facing the secret room door is of a man, who is as handsome as a breeze and bright moon, and as white as jade with flawless appearance.

But what Abao noticed more was that the man was wearing a navy blue brocade robe with a snake pattern embroidered on the edge of the sleeve.

It’s a bit like... Pei Guichen’s black bracelet carved with a black-scaled giant python holding its head and tail together.

There is another portrait, the same man, but wearing a white robe, as cool and pure as a fairy in the moon.

There was only the long sword in his hand, blood dripping from the tip of the sword, and the man was standing among the bloody corpses on the ground.