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

Northern Xinjiang, mid-July, Qingzhou.

The sunset glow covers the line of rolling hills, where Qingzhou and Jingzhou meet.

Yan Haixi had just finished his official business and was about to return to the posthouse when he suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves.

I turned around following the sound, and the next moment, I heard a girl's laughter as clear as a silver bell.

“Uncle Yan! Uncle Yan!!”

Seeing the girl in a crimson skirt riding a red pony, as passionate as a stream of fire, Yan Hai pursed his lips and smiled softly.

The prefect of Zhaocheng, who was accompanying her, had witnessed the ruthless methods of the commander of the Pacification Division and could not help but be curious about the girl's origins.

"Is this Lord Yan's niece?" The prefect of Zhaocheng wanted to get closer to his superior, so he smiled and praised her: "There has been a commotion here recently, and the little girl actually dared to ride here alone. She is quite courageous."

"This little girl is brave, but she has traveled thousands of miles to Qingzhou..." Yan Haixi's smile deepened: "She must have accompanied her mother along the way."

Even from a distance, Xuanyuan Zhuo waved his hands vigorously!

He rode up to him, tightened the reins and jumped off the pony, "Uncle Yan! My brother and I, as well as my brother Chong, A-Li, we all missed you so much!"

Suddenly, the prefect of Zhaocheng felt a hint of kindness in the smile of Commander Yan, the living devil.

Zhaocheng prefect: “???”

Commander Yan then asked, "Then who misses me the most?"

"Of course it's me!" Xuanyuan Zhuo said excitedly, "My mother's carriage stopped at the wheat field ahead and asked me to bring it here first! Here! Here!"

Yan Haixi took the medicine bottle handed to him by the little girl, and the little girl explained it seriously.

"Mother said that Uncle Yan, you only have two pills left to take. We happened to be coming to Qingzhou, so we brought them along. Uncle Yan, you don't have to wait for the snow sculpture to be delivered!"

The pure silver medicine bottle was printed with the word "Yan" carved by Abao himself.

Yan Haixi rubbed his fingertips repeatedly, thinking back to ten years ago, when he was ambushed on his way back from exterminating the remnants of Jialuo, and his life was hanging by a thread. Although Abao rushed to Chuzhou day and night to save his life, he was left with an old heart injury since then.

Every ten days, he has to take a pill developed by Abao.

Over the past ten years, Abao remembered the days he took medicine better than he did.

"Uncle Yan? What are you thinking about?"

"It's been a while since we last met. Zhuozhuo, do you want to compete with Uncle Yan in riding skills? Let's see if Zhuozhuo has been practicing seriously."

After saying this, Yan Haixi saw that the little girl was determined to win. "But my Xiaohong is too young! I want to ride Uncle Yan's horse! Uncle Yan, find another horse! This is fair!"

"Little girl, you have been thinking about Uncle Yan's snow-walking for a long time, right?"

"Uncle Yan is so amazing! He guessed it right at the first try!"

Hearing this, Yan Haixi suddenly wanted to know how interesting King Feng Ran's expression would be when he found out that the fierce horse Liuhuo he had carefully selected was said to be young by Zhuo Zhuo.

With a helpless chuckle, Yan Hai said, "Okay, let's compare like this."

The afterglow is fading, but the heat remains.

The wheat fields are heavy, and the wind blows, making them undulate like waves.

And Po stood by the field, watching the wind blowing the wheat waves.

Feng Sui replied, "Since the beginning of spring this year, there has been very little rain, and the heat this month is even worse. But Madam, don't worry. The two irrigation canals you ordered to be dug two years ago are enough to meet the water needs of the three cities of Qingzhou at this time."

Hearing this, A Bao looked into the distance and saw houses surrounding the wheat fields.

It was just evening, with smoke rising from cooking fires, the roads connected by roads, the sounds of chickens and dogs, and children laughing and playing.

After sixteen years of spring planting and autumn harvest, they finally took root in this once bitter and cold northern border.

No matter who tries to destroy this scene, she will not let him go.

I don't know how Yan Haixi is investigating the case of the extermination of the Yang family in Zhaocheng, Jingzhou.

In the sixth year of Xuanyang, the leader of the Pei family's shadow guards, the vulture beside Pei Guichen, planned to ambush and assassinate him during the spring plowing ceremony.

Fortunately, Uncle Feng Ran was by her side at that time, and he was able to capture the vulture alive and then behead it for public display.

And it was at that time that she found half of a jade pendant on the vulture.

Ten years later, the pattern of the jade pendant appeared again in Zhaocheng, Jingzhou, northern Xinjiang, in the main house of the exterminated Yang family.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, A Bao withdrew his gaze from the wheat field and looked back into the distance behind him.

Just then, I saw Zhuozhuo and Yan Haixi riding horses towards me.

"How could Yan Haixi's riding skills be inferior to Zhuo Zhuo's?"

A Bao was surprised, but his uncle Feng Ran beside him directly exposed the truth.

"He did it on purpose. He wanted to trick our family."

Ah Bao suddenly realized and waved at Yan Haixi, "You're back just in time. I'll cook for you tonight. Sir Yan, come and help me!"

Xuanyuan Chong, who was chasing the little yellow dog, ran back when he heard it was Yan Haixi: "Uncle Yan! I missed you so much!"

Yan Haixi walked over leading the horse and glanced at King Feng Ran inconspicuously.

Sure enough, King Feng Ran took a deep breath and raised his eyebrows playfully.

Because of the complicated case and strange clues, Yan Haixi, who was bored, suddenly felt more cheerful and asked with a smile: "What do you want to eat, Chong'er?"

"Taro chicken!! Baked shortbread!" Xuanyuan Chong's eyes sparkled.

Before he finished speaking, Xuanyuan Chong's head, which was messy from playing so much, was rubbed by his father.

When he raised his eyes, he saw that his father didn't say anything, but just looked at him lovingly, which made him feel scared.