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

At this point, she was punished by the old emperor, and everything was over.

Finally, Xuanyuan Fengran silently let go of the hilt of the sword.

A Bao knelt down calmly.

Her knee collided with the sharp surface of the anvil, and the severe pain made her grit her teeth.

The pain is real.

In particular, there are thousands of punishments in the Western Prison, and the most severe torture is cutting flesh with a blunt knife.

Kneeling on the special anvil board made in the West Prison, Abao didn't bleed at all during the punishment, but it was painful, and his knees were in excruciating pain.

It was so painful that she would rather die than live.

But Xuanyuan Fengran was standing beside her without saying a word, and he could lose control and draw his sword at any time. She didn't want to provoke him, so she had to grit her teeth and bear it.

Gu Qijue, who was being punished, stood in front of A Bao, staring down at her. One hour, two hours passed, he stared at her intently, but still could not figure her out.

Last night in Xuanshi, the princess faced the old emperor's furious majesty, revealing the cruelty deep in her bones.

At this moment, she was kneeling quietly, with a pleated silk skirt embroidered with a phoenix pattern spread out. She was slender and thin, facing the wind and snow, but her back was straight.

Punished, but not pitiful.

Suddenly, she looked up at him, and her indifferent eyes were like a sword.

"The Gu family is loyal to the emperor and has been loyal subjects for generations. They never form cliques for personal gain." A Bao was very curious, "But Commander Gu seems to have other plans in mind while serving as the Commander of the Pacification Division."

Gu Qijue looked sternly at A Bao and responded with silence.

A Bao was not in a hurry either. She would kneel for six hours, so she could have a heart-to-heart talk with Gu Qijue slowly.

Three hours, four hours, it went by so slowly.

Although the sun was out, the wind and snow were still blowing.

Kneeling in the snow, the cold and dampness penetrated his bones, and the pain Abao felt increased several times.

But at this moment, the cold snowflakes no longer fell on her head.

She knelt and looked up. It was Xuanyuan Fengran who had returned and opened an umbrella over her head.

Xuanyuan Fengran even tilted most of the umbrella towards her, and he himself was covered in snow.

A Bao felt warm in his heart and his eyes were slightly hot, "Little uncle."

This call was not a big deal, but it suddenly revealed the pain that Abao was trying to suppress.

Xuanyuan Fengran felt a chill as chilling as a poisonous snake, slowly wrapping around his heart and almost suffocating him.

At this moment, Gu Qijue said coldly, "I remind King Feng Ran that Your Highness Princess has been ordered to kneel down. You shouldn't hold this umbrella."

Xuanyuan Fengran finally grasped the sword again.

The sword hummed, and under the interweaving of light and shadow, the patterns on the skeletons and ghosts seemed to glow dark red.

Holding a sword in one hand and an umbrella in the other.

Murderous brutality and gentleness and love are obviously completely different, but they are strangely integrated in Xuanyuan Fengran alone.

Xuanyuan Fengran did not get angry but laughed, "Is it not okay for me to hold an umbrella and enjoy the snow?"

Gu Qijue was furious for a moment, and said coldly: "Since you want to enjoy the snow, King Feng Ran should go to the library. The snowy scenery of the imperial capital can be seen before your eyes."

"I think the scenery here is unique." Xuanyuan Fengran smiled confidently.

Gu Qijue gnashed his teeth and said, "Isn't King Feng Ran's umbrella too tilted?"

A Bao looked up at his uncle, only to see him smiling sinisterly, "Thanks to the beast, I am seriously injured and have not recovered yet. My hands are too weak to hold the umbrella."

Gu Qijue: “…………”

If it wasn't so painful, Po would have almost laughed out loud.

She looked up at Xuanyuan Fengran and Gu Qijue who were standing opposite each other. Although the confrontation seemed calm, there were actually undercurrents.

And Gu Qijue looked at Xuanyuan Fengran. The Man-Slaughter King's black eyes were smiling, but they were as cold as an icy abyss.

This umbrella always covers Abao's head.

The snow kept falling, but not a single snowflake landed on Po.

Finally, it was getting dark and the sixth hour had passed.

As soon as A Bao pulled Xuanyuan Fengran's hand and stood up, he was wrapped tightly in a fox fur cloak, like a fluffy ball in human form.

She was punished to kneel when she was young, and her knees were injured. She would feel a dull pain in the cold and snowy winter days.

Kneeling for six hours pushed the pain in her knees to its peak.

Po's knees hurt so much that he could hardly stand.

Just at this moment, Gu Qijue withdrew his Western Prison Tiger Guards.

Pei Guichen, who was originally blocked by the West Prison Tiger Guards in the distance of the East Courtyard, hurried over.

Of course, there was also the old doctor Zhang who had been called by Xuanyuan Fengran a long time ago.

A Bao leaned on Xuanyuan Fengran's chest, enduring the pain, "I'm tired and don't want to see Pei Guichen."