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

Amid the crackling sound of firecrackers, fireworks and silver flowers bloomed like stars in a summer night.

Banquet at the Summer Palace on New Year’s Eve.

There were sounds of stringed instruments and dancing, and the drinking and feasting were joyful.

The emperor and his ministers have fun together, which is the most lively scene.

Before you know it, the auspicious time is approaching.

Wanchun Garden is brightly lit, and the Hua'e Xianghui Tower is shining.

Before lighting the Golden Ingot Pagoda, Abao, who accompanied the old emperor to the tower, saw lights from thousands of homes all over the city, and the warmth almost dispelled the cold wind.

At the same time, King Feng Ran swept his cold eyes around the Tanlan Golden Platform in silence, then exchanged glances with Commander Yan, and reconfirmed that the platform was safe.

Feeling a little relieved, King Feng Ran noticed, amidst the laughter and joy, a clean and upright figure among the ministers. Lord Zhang, dressed in the dignified robe of the Imperial Censor, finally had a chance to look at the princess calmly under the bright light of the fireworks in the sky.

The tenderness in his smile was revealed unconsciously.

King Feng Ran frowned slightly.

Suddenly, cheers came like waves!

It was the princess who drew her bow and shot an arrow, setting the golden ingot pagoda in front of the Taihe Gate on fire. The 49-foot-tall fire dragon burned as if it was going straight up into the sky. The blazing rain of flames falling from the night sky reflected the prosperous imperial capital in the princess' eyes.

King Feng Ran's sword-like brows instantly relaxed, and he smiled proudly and madly.

She will eventually sit in the Taiji Palace and hold the majestic power of the empire.

And he finally stood at the place closest to her.

Wait…King Feng Ran was stunned.

Is she turning around to look at me?

"What is the emperor doing?"

She smiled slyly, clearly asking the question even though she knew the answer.

King Feng Ran, who was caught peeking, raised his eyebrows playfully: "I'm secretly watching you."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly noticed that her eyes were filled with smiles.

"No need to peek."

"Uncle, do you remember? We are married now. You can see me openly whenever you want... You can even hold my hand openly..."

"But, tonight, I'll lead you first~"

Another new round of fireworks fills the sky, and the east wind blows thousands of flowers into bloom at night.

When she held his hand warmly, he suddenly understood.

He couldn't help wondering, how much does she like me? So he kept trying to find evidence of her love for him in every clue.

But at this moment, he seemed to have confirmed one more thing.

Over there, huh. The old emperor was depressed: his head hurts.

At the same time, on the bustling Xuanwu Street, there is the rooftop greenhouse of the Fanlou.

The figure in white robe by the window looked alone at a corner of Wanchun Garden in the majestic imperial city. He saw the emperor and his ministers ascending the tower, and under the brilliant fireworks, Princess Diyang was standing by the golden platform and the Lord of the East Palace stood shoulder to shoulder with her. He had changed from his previous life to King Feng Ran at this moment.

He looked at her tonight, the princess who had tried hard to be dignified in order to entertain the ministers, but King Feng Ran took advantage of the old emperor's inattention and whispered something in her ear, which made her laugh so much that she curved her eyebrows and looked exceptionally bright and lively.

And the unruly King Feng Ran, who was dressed in a black robe covered in snow, actually smiled, and one could see a gentle curve in his smile.

The hand that was clenching the window frame was already thin and sharp, and now the veins were bulging with force.

The wide-open window let in the wind and snow. As the candle burned out, a thick layer of snow accumulated on the fox fur around the collar of the white-robed young man in the cold wind, and the wetness was so chilling that it penetrated into his bones.

In his previous life, he had accompanied Abao to climb the Hua'e Tower on New Year's Eve for many years.

But on New Year's Eve of that year, he and her had a grand wedding ceremony. Because the Huainan Pei family had already fallen on hard times, the old emperor did not allow Abao to take him to the Hua'e Tower.

It was not until late at night that he waited for Abao to return to the East Palace.

Why?

Could King Feng Ran have accompanied A Bao up the stairs in the beginning?

Pei Guichen crushed the wine cup, and thought of the fact that every year after that, it was that damned King Feng Ran who accompanied her side by side when she went up the tower...

Blood flowed down between fingers.

There was a sinister and cruel look in Pei Guichen's eyes, and his cold face, which looked like a banished immortal, was covered with gloom.

Meanwhile, in the corner of the flower room.

The shadow guard Vulture saw from afar that the black-robed King Feng Ran took the fox cloak offered by the palace servant and put it on the princess, then smiled and pinched the princess's face.

Even though he has never met the person he loves, he still feels warm.

Then my eldest son would be even more pitiful. Shadow Guard Vulture sighed like this, and then listened to the noisy voices outside and the lively reunion of every household. He also remembered that not long ago, Pei Nanshan was scared to death by Madam Zheng pretending to be a ghost.

My eldest son is really lonely.

Half an hour later, the banquet at the Summer Palace was over.

The palace gate with black bricks and glazed tiles, in front of Zhang Mansion’s carriage.

Zhang Lanheng held the sleepy Xiao Jing'er in his arms and watched silently as A Bao tied a small sachet around Xiao Jing'er's waist.

"I have recently collected all the ancient books about gods and ghosts in the palace and read about this interesting ancient custom. Eight copper coins are sewn into an ambergris sachet with red thread and worn with you." Before he finished speaking, the little one who had played crazy earlier and fell asleep before the banquet rubbed his sleepy eyes and called softly, "Sister Tangyuan~"

"Xiao Jing'er, please stay safe and healthy." A Bao wanted to rub the little guy's chubby face that was raised by Old Master Zhang, but thinking that her hands would be cold from the wind, she just gathered the cloak for the little guy and said goodbye: "Every year tonight, the families of the ministers have to wait until the banquet at the Summer Palace is over before they can reunite and stay up all night. In the future, we have to start the banquet earlier, so that the family members won't be anxious waiting."

After a pause, A Bao signaled Hong Xiu to put the food box into the carriage.

"I heard that Madam Zhang's cough has come back, so I prepared some sweet soup to soothe her throat. Sir Zhang, take it back while it's hot and let Madam Zhang try it. If it works, Sir Zhang, tell me again and I'll have Hongxiu deliver the recipe and the ingredients to the mansion."

As the snow fell, Zhang Lanheng looked at the princess in silence.

She is open and frank, so she has no taboos.

But what he wanted to say at this moment was full of selfishness.