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

Half an hour later, under the eaves at the back of the house.

"If you and him can become good friends and confidants," the hunchbacked old man thought thoughtfully, "it would be a good thing."

Hearing the earnestness in the old man's words, A Bao was surprised: "Old man, you said this as if you know us very well."

"Over the years, I have watched him grow up. He lives a very miserable life." The hunchbacked old man added some firewood to the small stove for cooking medicine, and persuaded: "It just so happens that you, a little guy, are naughty and lively, kind and soft-hearted. If you can spend more time with him..."

I don't know what he was thinking about. The old man stared at the burning charcoal in silence for a long time before he said, "It's good for him, and it's good for you too."

Hearing this, A Bao turned around and looked at the young man on the bed who had just used snake gall powder.

Then stare at the hunchbacked old man in front of you, who always speaks in a mysterious way.

"Who is he? What crime did he commit to deserve such terrible injuries?" A Bao was full of doubts.

The man who plotted against the young man must have hated him very much.

They are not hesitant to use such cruel means to trample the young man's self-esteem into the dust.

But the hunchbacked old man poured out the cooked medicine and said, "Since you have finally broken into this place, you are destined to meet him. Later, I, the old man, will be busy preparing a way to save your sweetheart, so you can feed him this bowl of medicine."

The medicine bowl was steaming, and Po bargained: "How are you going to prepare it, old man? I have to watch it!"

The old man stroked his white beard and suddenly smiled coldly and strangely: "Do you still remember the antidote? What do you need?"

Of course A Bao remembered that the old man had mentioned long ago that he had to use her flesh and blood to nourish her.

After she nodded silently, the old man did not allow her to refuse, saying, "You will find the antidote. But I need to be away for an hour or so. So you have to help me feed him this bowl of medicine and take care of him for a while."

Thinking that he needed help from others, A Bao finally took the bowl of medicine and went into the house.

The closer she got to the bed, the stronger the smell of blood became, and she noticed that not only was the young man's left hand broken, but both of his legs were also broken.

The young man, whose face was as pale as paper, turned his face away in embarrassment.

He fed the medicine in silence for more than half an hour, and the scorching heat gradually subsided.

But the young man's body was so tense that he was almost stiff. A Bao wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know how to start.

After struggling for a while, she fell silent.

At this moment, the young man suddenly said in a cold voice, "You don't need to pity me."

Having been discovered, Abao became even more silent out of embarrassment.

What kind of hatred led to such cruel revenge? She really felt sorry for him and sympathized with him.

"In fact... a gentleman who stands tall and upright is guided by his character and stands with integrity."

Hearing this, the young man silently laughed at himself: "I thought the old man thought highly of you, and that your words would be original. But it's all the same old stuff again."

A Bao was stunned. New idea?

"Then what kind of unique comfort do you want?" A Bao thought deeply for a long time and finally remembered that she strolled around the libraries in the imperial city every day. One time, she accidentally came across a book.

The book was unsigned, and no one knew why such a book was kept in the imperial library.

"Your current condition won't hinder you from enjoying the pleasure of love." A Bao consoled him earnestly, "I know a book that will be of great help to you in the future. If you need it, I can find it and lend it to you."

"But if you ask me to comfort you about your offspring, I really can't do anything."

A Bao's sincere apology left the young man speechless for a long time, and he laughed out of anger. "You are a girl who has no taboos."

"You asked me to comfort you in a new way. What I said just now was all based on practical and useful considerations." A Bao said seriously, "But you are really hard to figure out. What do you want to hear?"

After a pause, A Bao suddenly realized: "Are you worried that the person you like won't marry you?"

"No matter how I comfort you, it's useless."

"You have to ask your crush and try your best to impress her. If that doesn't work, ask someone else to try?" After saying this, A Bao felt that this was just nonsense: "...Ah! It's annoying!...I have never encountered such a thing before. I can't comfort her anymore..."

A Bao gave up immediately, and when the medicine bowl was empty, he stood up and planned to sneak out of the house.

But behind him, the young man asked in a hoarse voice: "What happened to your sweetheart? Why do you need to ask an old man for help?"

For some reason, A Bao had a hunch that the young man seemed to be bringing it up casually, but in fact he was testing her background.

Just like she never gave up and tried to figure out his origins.

"His business has nothing to do with you." A Bao turned around and said seriously, "But the old man treated you very differently. Who are you?"

Recalling this, Wanwan, with a nervous heart, stared vigilantly at Bai Muliang who was approaching step by step.

The lady said that she had dressed herself up in a dusty manner in order to hide her identity, and that she was in a mess after falling in the snow valley.

But, he is not a little beggar.

Why did Bai Muliang deliberately draw the portrait of the person he was looking for so that even his wife couldn't tell it was him?

Is there a trap?

Just when she was feeling uneasy, Wanwan saw Bai Muliang raising his hand and rubbing her head.

After many years, he vaguely remembered that when he first saw her, she was wrapped thickly, with only a pair of anxious and desperate eyes showing.

The crow's eyelashes, which were covered with snow, trembled slightly in fear at his shabby and miserable appearance.

But maybe, it was just too long.

His memory was vague.

It was hard to tell the gender of his painting, but the straw butterflies were so When she heard the news, she knew he was looking for her.

"Do you remember why you gave me that straw butterfly?"