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

Next to the stone bridge in the woods, there is a bamboo path that can only accommodate one carriage.

There are a few white berries sparsely dotted among the tall purple bamboos with leaves as thin as silk. If you see them at night, they would be as crystal clear as stars.

Abao was attracted by the bamboo scenery. Suddenly, a purple butterfly fluttered outside the curtain and refused to leave.

In the dead of winter, everything is quiet, but this lively purple butterfly amazes Abao.

She couldn't help but think of lifting the curtain and playing with it.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she touched the curtain, her wrist was grabbed by Xuanyuan Fengran.

A Bao frowned and turned back to look at Xuanyuan Fengran. Although it was only a fleeting glance, she still saw a hint of coldness in Xuanyuan Fengran's eyes.

A Bao suddenly became suspicious.

Xuanyuan Fengran smiled nonchalantly, "This bamboo forest is very dangerous, don't lift the curtain."

What are the consequences of lifting the curtain?

Abao was confused, but she knew what was happening and stopped moving.

But Abao kept this purple bamboo forest in his heart.

When this inconspicuous carriage slowly drove into Xuanwu and Zhuque Streets and stopped at an empty space on the street, A Bao realized that if he took the Zizhu Trail, the most prosperous and lively area of ​​the imperial capital would only be about half an hour away from Feng Ran Palace.

The driver put down the horse stool and half-lifted the curtain, "My lord, we are here."

There are wine shops, teahouses, rouge shops, silk shops, cake stalls, and candied fruit shops along the street...

Every New Year's Day in Daqi, according to the customs handed down for thousands of years on this land, every household in the country prepares things for the New Year.

For example, cutting cloth to make new clothes, buying red paper couplets and door gods, selecting preserved fruits, and burning incense, worshiping Buddha and ancestors with gold and silver paper, fresh flowers and fruits, etc.

As soon as A Bao got off the carriage, he saw the butcher's shop on the street. The owner was slaughtering pigs and sheep, and the oilcloth tent outside the shop was filled with rows of smoked bacon.

The vendors and shop owners were all trying their best to make more money at the end of the year.

Therefore, at this time, all kinds of shouting and hawking sounds are extremely lively, one after another, and never stop.

Abao looked happy.

Suddenly, the crowd became restless.

They all gathered towards the southern section of Suzaku Street.

In a flash, Xuanyuan Fengran grabbed A Bao's wrist and protected her behind him. She hugged his arm with her backhand and peeked behind him curiously.

"Little uncle, what happened?"

The excited Xie Wuai was about to speak, but Xuanyuan Fengran answered first.

"It should be Yixiangzhai and Sansuixing that have opened the doors."

Having visited the New Year's market for many years, Abao knew these two shops, but this was the first time she happened to come across Yixiangzhai and Sanshuihang open for business at the same time.

She also wanted to see the fun, so she looked up with bright eyes and anticipation, "Little Uncle!"

"..."

Xuanyuan Fengran couldn't stand her acting like a spoiled brat, so he said helplessly, "Let's go."

Yixiangzhai and Sanshuihang are both located in the southern section of Zhuque Street, and the two are right next to each other.

As soon as the shop door opened, crowds of people swarmed in.

Soon, both shops were packed with customers, and the customers even crowded into the passage outside the shops.

A Bao was pushed around in the crowded crowd and almost fell to the ground several times. Fortunately, Xuanyuan Fengran was by her side, protecting her tightly and helping her to keep her balance.

"I'm coming! Sorry for the wait!"

The freshly baked pastries and biscuits are so fragrant and mouth-watering.

A Bao stood on tiptoe to look inside. Xuanyuan Fengran pinched the back of her neck. The next moment, he lifted her up easily like a small animal and placed her steadily on a half-person-high stone pier beside the road.

"Little Abao, wait here and don't move."

Xuanyuan Fengran said with a smile as he helped her tighten her cloak.

Po nodded obediently.

She had been staring at Xuanyuan Fengran, but his figure was soon drowned out by the crowd. After a while, she heard the shopkeeper of Yixiangzhai shouting from afar, "The last box of sweet-scented osmanthus sugar steamed chestnut flour cake, who wants it?"

Almost at the same time, in unison.

"I!"

"I!"

Both of these voices were familiar to Po.

The first one, calm and elegant, is naturally Xuanyuan Fengran, while the second one, solemn and cold.

A Bao looked in the direction of the voice and was suddenly surprised to find that Xiao Yunzheng was also there.

And the person standing next to him gracefully was none other than Xiao Jingyue.