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

"In the future, how will the history books of Daqi write about me?"

Lord Zhang, sitting in the shadow of the black bamboo, chuckled to himself.

The wisteria corridor from the East Palace Council Pavilion to the Palace Gate, which quietly watched the palace city change over the years, is an insurmountable chasm.

However, he carefully touched the words in her letter.

"A wise ruler and wise ministers are my only destination."

Hearing this, Zhang Jingchen expected something. "My elder brother is willing to take the risk. Will grandfather agree? When grandfather retired and returned to his hometown, he could only live in the mountains and fields for these years..."

"Grandfather has a clear mind about good things that benefit the country and the people. And a prosperous world with peaceful seas and rivers is also what you want to see." Zhang Lanheng looked at his brother calmly.

Zhang Jingchen, whose heart was touched, suddenly fell silent.

Suddenly, the child in new clothes jumped into Zhang Lanheng's arms, "Daddy! I have finished practicing calligraphy today! When will Sister Tangyuan come to pick me up? Hey? There are two daddies?"

Zhang Lanheng received the child's calligraphy copybook and helped him tidy up his messy clothes while explaining, "It's Uncle Jingchen. He's a very nice guy."

"Hello, second uncle!" Xiao Jing'er's sweet words caught Zhang Jingchen off guard.

After being startled for a moment, he lowered his eyes secretly and gently touched Xiao Jing'er's head.

Half an hour later, in Liangshan, outside the imperial capital.

The carriage rushed straight along the Xuanwu Zhuque Street, which was full of flowers and colorful lights, and was extremely lively. But the closer it got to Liangshan, the more it was covered in snow.

Thinking of the snowstorm last year, Abao couldn't help but hope that the snow would be a sign of a good harvest.

"Fifth brother, it's snowing so heavily, are you cold?"

A Bao climbed to the top of the mountain panting, and sat down casually, leaning against the old locust tree.

"I brought a newly made robe. Just like before, it was made by my mother herself. ... Do you remember that year? I wanted to help my mother share the burden, but I sewed the two sleeves together. You laughed at me for a long time, which made me angry, and then you coaxed me in various ways for several months."

Under the old locust tree, Abao took out the New Year dumplings from the food box.

The plump white New Year dumplings just out of the pot were still steaming, making Abao's eyes tingle. "The stuffing on this white porcelain plate is mutton and mushrooms. I added candied dates to the stuffing on this green porcelain plate, so it's very sweet. The most interesting thing is the dipping sauce. I tasted it in Western Xinjiang this time, and it tastes just as you, Fifth Brother, told me before, it's excellent."

It was a bright and clear day, but under the old locust tree on the top of the mountain, it was quiet, with only Abao mumbling to himself. "When I returned to the palace, I brought back some spices and tried to fry them several times. The taste is exactly the same. Fifth brother, try it. If it doesn't taste good, I'm a puppy."

Raising her hand to cover the old locust tree, her throat became even more blocked: "Fifth brother, it's New Year's Eve again... A lot of things happened this year. I have already found the foundation of the Pei family. I will definitely uproot it and leave no one alive..."

"But, Fifth Brother, do you know? There really was such a thing as cultivating immortals thousands of years ago."

"During this trip to Western Xinjiang, I even witnessed the string weaving in the legend of gods and monsters, as well as the mirage of the mirror... Fifth brother, since there are gods and monsters, then is there also the underworld?"

Amid the flickering sparks, paper money continued to burn into ashes in the brazier.

Ah Bao recalled that when she was young, she asked her fifth brother:

Will the dead come back to visit their loved ones?

The fifth brother stopped reciting, thought about it seriously, pinched her face, and said with a smile:

No matter what others do, if Fifth Brother dies first, and a butterfly comes, it means Fifth Brother is with you.

The old locust tree leaves fell with a rustling sound. Abao came back to her senses from a trance and looked in surprise at the snow-white butterfly that came from nowhere and landed on the back of her hand.

A Bao was stunned for a long time because of the pain, tears rolled down his face, soaking the paper money he was about to throw into the brazier.

And under the vast wild trees in the distance.

Yan Hai extinguished his curiosity: "You are willing to stay here alone?"

"Do you think, if Xuanyuan Wu really has a spirit in heaven, he would want to meet me?" The black-robed king asked sternly, which made Yan Haixi suddenly recall that Xuanyuan Wu threatened his little sister Abao and forbade her to approach him.

"What King Feng Ran said does make sense." After a long silence, Yan Haixi suddenly realized, "During the New Year's Eve ancestor worship at the Huangji Temple, the late emperor probably didn't want to see you very much."

This time, it was the black-robed king who remained silent.

A few days later, at dawn on New Year's Eve.

This year's ancestral worship in the Huangji Hall was also performed by the princess who was ordered to supervise the country.

In the Huangji Hall, the air was filled with fragrant mist and nine rows of burning candles were as red as fire.

Amid the clear and graceful chanting of the sacrificial hymn, the Xuanyuan royal family members looked at Princess Diyang, and then examined the King Fengran who they had always been wary of.

According to the old system, the East Palace Lord's ceremonial robe for ancestor worship was finally made before the ceremony. It stood side by side with the princess's ceremonial robe with a black background and gold patterns, both of them were magnificent.

The reflective blue bricks reflected the indescribable expressions of the Xuanyuan royal family.

Everyone has different thoughts, but they all worry about one thing.

Isn’t the princess afraid of sleeping on the same bed with a bloodthirsty monster?

Suddenly, "The sacrificial ceremony is complete!!"

On this side, the Chief of Ceremonies, holding a yellowed ancient bamboo slip, sang loudly,

Amid the deafening sound of firecrackers, A Bao grabbed the hands that were quietly reaching out to her, and using their strength, she rubbed her numb knees and stood up.

"We have the heaven and earth as witnesses of our wedding, and we also worship the ancestors of the Xuanyuan royal family. There is also an imperial decree to announce it to the world..." Ah Bao clasped his fingers with his uncle's backhand, and stood on tiptoe to whisper in his ear: "In the azure sky and the underworld, on the marriage stone, we must be tied together in life and death."

The black-robed King stared at A-Bao, who was smiling at him with sparkling eyes.

After a long time, he finally stood beside her legitimately, leaned over and touched his forehead to hers, repeating her words over and over again: "Okay. In the azure sky and the underworld, on the marriage stone, you and I will be together in life and death...Abao, we will be entangled forever."

Before he finished speaking, he took her into his arms.

He used so much force that he wanted to rub her into his bones and blood alive.