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

"You just said that the princess promised Concubine Wen that she would only give me the position of concubine in the Eastern Palace?"

"Yes." Eunuch Su said firmly, "I heard it with my own ears."

If it were an ordinary family, this side room would be a concubine.

Pei Guichen's eyes flashed.

Even if Abao is a member of the royal family, a grandson of the emperor, and a noble, he, the son of the Pei family, will never be a sidekick.

Eunuch Su advised earnestly: "My Lord, let's go back to the house and rest. Your sword wound has not healed yet, don't catch a cold again."

He came here under the pretext of visiting his savior on behalf of the princess, and specifically came to inform Master Pei.

Unexpectedly, the assassin died suddenly and the West Prison Tiger Guards searched everywhere, so he had to stay in the West Courtyard.

He had been worried about being discovered by the princess, but the princess did not return to the west courtyard tonight, leaving Master Pei alone waiting in the courtyard for the entire night.

"Just wait here."

Pei Guichen's throat was dry and bitter, in fact he had caught a cold.

But he insisted on waiting and seeing when that little girl Abao would come to see him.

These days, she affectionately called him Brother Pei, and she clearly liked him so much.

Just as I remembered.

However, Pei Guichen felt uneasy.

The whole city was madly saying that Her Royal Highness the Princess had condescended to come to the Imperial Medical Office in person to take care of her lifesaver. But in fact, he knew that the person she was getting close to every day was Xuanyuan Fengran.

When he thought about the fact that the handsome young man could only be a concubine, Eunuch Su became worried, "Young Master, do you really not need to ask His Highness for his answer?"

Princess Diyang’s favorite thing.

As long as he gave the correct answer, or the closest answer, he would be able to legitimately seize the position of Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace and the legal husband of Her Royal Highness the Princess.

Pei Guichen was confident of victory, but he never expected that Abao would so easily give up fighting for him and let Concubine Wen humiliate him by offering him a concubine position.

In this case, he didn't need to snatch the scroll with the answer, he could also write down what Po's favorite thing was.

Early the next morning, Abao woke up groggy.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a wet handkerchief covering her forehead, presumably to cool her down.

Xuanyuan Fengran was leaning against the edge of the bed, sleeping with his clothes on.

She was stunned for a moment, then chuckled silently.

Who would have thought that Xuanyuan Fengran, who was known for his romanticism, could sleep in the same bed with her, but he was so cautious and careful with her.

A Bao had a nightmare all night and his whole body was sore and weak. He could only hold the corner of his sleeve and pull it gently.

Unexpectedly, Xuanyuan Fengran woke up all of a sudden.

exclaimed, "Po!!"

After he finished speaking, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her lying on the bed in one piece.

"Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" He reached out and took off the wet towel from her forehead, and took the temperature of her forehead. "Fortunately, the fever has subsided."

A Bao stared at Xuanyuan Fengran's black eyes without blinking, thinking of what happened in his previous life.

She had always been a hard-hearted person, but that time, for some unknown reason, when Xuanyuan Fengran was about to drink the cup of poisoned wine, she spoke up to stop him.

Her hands were shaking as she raised the cup. Uncle Feng Ran had made great achievements in battle, so it would be boring to use this small cup.

He looked at her with dark eyes, and suddenly, he smiled gently.

She was still frightened, so she took off her golden hairpins and carved a line of words on the white porcelain bottle.

She said to him as she handed him the osmanthus wine.

Imperial uncle, now that you are going to the northern border, I’m afraid you won’t be able to drink the imperial capital’s osmanthus wine for a long time.

My niece gave Uncle Feng Ran a pot of osmanthus wine, hoping that Uncle Feng Ran would think of the sweet-scented osmanthus that fills the imperial city of Xuanyuan as soon as autumn comes.

She said that to remind him.

Osmanthus is like the people. It took the painstaking efforts of several generations of emperors of Daqi to ensure the people can live in peace and security. Don't easily provoke a war for your own selfish reasons.

A Bao's sadness came back and his eyes turned red.

Unexpectedly, Xuanyuan Fengran immediately held up the handkerchief, ready to act, as if waiting for her to cry.

Abao: "..."

Xuanyuan Fengran teased: "Uncle Huang didn't know that you, little Abao, are such a crybaby."

In front of her, Xuanyuan Fengran was smiling playfully and full of energy.

In his previous life, he fell in a pool of blood, clutching the pot of osmanthus wine, looking hopelessly towards the direction of her mausoleum, Xuanyuan Fengran.

At this moment, they overlapped strangely.

A Bao suddenly felt very sad.

In many cases, those involved are often confused.

She had to wait until many years after her death before she could see clearly that she could use a pot of osmanthus wine to exchange for Xuanyuan Fengran's guarding the freezing northern border for ten whole years.