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

Year after year, spring goes and autumn comes, and snow falls again.

Everything is born, grows up, ages, and dies.

It's another winter with heavy snow.

The imperial capital is quieter than ever before.

The enamel charcoal basin was emitting sporadic flames, and the candle that had been burning all night in the Weiyang Palace finally burned out.

King Feng Ran in black robe gently looked at his beloved Abao who was fast asleep on the imperial couch.

...Yan Haixi, Zhang Lanheng, they must be waiting to see her... Maybe even Xiao Yunzheng is waiting on the road to Huangquan Hell...

Also, Pei Guichen.

If there really is an underworld, wouldn't he be there too?

"Abao, I have to keep a closer eye on you."

Absolutely not, leaving them an opportunity to take advantage. Thinking this silently, the black-robed Feng Ran Wang carefully held his A Bao's hand, and then interlocked their fingers.

The black jade ring she gave him on their wedding night was still rich and deep.

"...Abao, you promised me that you would not abandon me."

The later history of Daqi recorded this night briefly.

In the fifty-ninth year of Xuanyang, on the winter solstice, Empress Shengyang passed away, and the Empress committed suicide to be buried with her.

In compliance with the Empress's will, Crown Prince Xuanyuan Che of the Eastern Palace ascended the throne in front of the imperial bed.

However, when Xuanyuan Zhuo read these two short lines, he suddenly realized that she had been away from home for a hundred years.

The one sitting on the imperial throne in Taiji Palace now is the great-grandson of her brother Emperor Che.

As for her, it is written in "The Chronicle of Shengyang" that in the sixteenth year of Xuanyang, Princess Shenghua disappeared in Jingzhou.

There has never been a princess who disappeared in the history books.

However, the Queen Mother would rather say she was missing than use the usual excuse of dying of illness.

The Queen Mother was waiting for her to come home. Xuanyuan Zhuo sat by the window of the teahouse, facing the chilly wind of early spring, looking towards the direction of the imperial city, his eyes gradually turning red.

Back then, she knew she would be able to come back.

But he never expected that he would return home a hundred years later.

Half a month ago, she had just broken the ban and returned to the peach blossom forest in the Snow Valley of the Northern Frontier.

The peach forest in the snow is still bright red and full of vitality.

But when she looked around, no one was waiting for her.

Just when my heart was tense and uncomfortable, the waiter knocked on the door and came in, carrying a food box.

"Girl, these are the Qingzhou milk dates you requested. They were delivered from Chidao yesterday, so fresh! And here are the scallion-oil grilled meat pies! The flour is made from bighead wheat from the northern border, the wheat pies are chewy, the meat is fat but not greasy, and it's very crispy and fragrant!! Come and try them while they're hot!"

Xuanyuan Zhuo took a bite, endured the sourness in his nose, and murmured, "My father bought it, it tastes better."

After saying this, Xuanyuan Zhuo took another bite of the Qingzhou milk date. After a while, he said in a trance, "It's sweet. But, it's not the taste I had when I was a child."

These words left the waiter completely confused.

Fortunately, the girl changed the subject the next moment: "Are there any fun things to do in the imperial capital recently?"

"Oh! Miss, you are from another place, right? You have asked the right person!" The enthusiastic waiter enumerated carefully, "Every early spring, the thorny tangerine flowers from Wancheng in the Western Frontier are transported to the imperial capital, and a flower show is held on Xuanwu Street! If you have time, go and have a look. And if you are not in a hurry to leave the imperial capital, there will be a talk in Suibingzhai in six days, and the students of the imperial capital will gather together, it will be very lively!"

Suibingzhai’s quiet conversation? She knew about it. It was originally the place where Uncle Heng invited scholars to discuss politics.

In the fifteenth year of Xuanyang, she and her brother Emperor Che watched it together and found it very interesting.

She was distracted for a long time, and she didn't hear clearly what the waiter introduced to the park, but she suddenly smelled a mouth-watering fragrance.

"Yes, pickled fish?"

"You have a good nose, girl! There is a Sanshui Restaurant near our teahouse."

"That's run by Chu Yueren. Her fish cooking is amazing!"

"If the girl likes it, her waiter can bring it over."

"Oh, right! Her family also sells a kind of fruit. It looks ugly, but when you cut it open, the flesh inside is sweet and soft. Once the fruit is picked, it can be transported to the imperial capital in less than two days via the Zhaozhuo Canal. It is just like the fish, very fresh!"

The canal from Chuyue to the imperial capital. Xuanyuan Zhuo was shocked and proud. Brother Che really did it.

Suddenly, outside the window, a group of little girls gathered in groups of three or four on the street, looking towards the end of the street again and again.

"What are they looking at?"

"Oh! I totally forgot! You've arrived at the right time, girl! Every year at this time, the Prince of Qin comes to the palace. He looks so handsome! The girls in the imperial capital wait for this day every year!"

Could it be? Surprised, Xuanyuan Zhuo anxiously leaned against the stained glass window and looked at the handsome young man riding a black horse with a silver saddle.

In an instant, she found the shadow of her royal brother in the boy's eyes.

The tears that I had been holding back suddenly rolled down.

At this moment, the handsome young man also noticed something and followed the line of sight vigilantly.

But all he saw was a girl in a red skirt, who flashed by.

It vaguely resembles the portrait of a woman on the wall of the study in Changle Palace.

My father said that was what his great aunt, Princess Shenghua, looked like when she was young.

That day, late at night, in Huangji Palace.

Xuanyuan Zhuo evaded the guards of the imperial mausoleum and sneaked into the Shengyang Imperial Mausoleum, the final resting place of his mother and father.

In the Huangji Palace, the portrait of Empress Shengyang is as colorful as it was yesterday.

I don’t know who drew this picture, but it actually depicts the soft, calm and warm eyes of the Queen Mother.

And accompanying the Queen Mother is, as always, the Father.

Xuanyuan Zhuo knelt down and bowed, a tear fell hotly into the floor tiles of Huangji Hall, until it formed a puddle of water.

As the night deepens, I think of something that is yet to be completed.

She left the Huangji Palace, climbed over the eaves and walls to go back home, and entered the Changle Palace as she knew the way.