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

Aunt Mo ordered people to carry the mahogany frame into the inner hall.

Four or five palace maids worked together to carefully unfold the entire wedding dress.

Aunt Mo replied, "Your Highness, what you see before your eyes is the wedding dress that was newly made by the Ministry of Internal Affairs according to ancient etiquette."

According to ancient etiquette, there must actually be a wedding dress for the crown prince and his first wife, but Abao has not yet chosen a first wife.

A Bao stood up clumsily from the soft couch and wanted to go forward to take a closer look.

Timely and considerately, a pair of hands reached out to her.

It’s Xuanyuan Fengran.

Her whole heart seemed to be hanging in the abyss, even her breathing was tense, and she felt very unbearable.

But Xuanyuan Fengran looked normal.

He still smiled gently and held out his hand, waiting for her decision.

On the night of the plum blossom viewing banquet, Xuanyuan Fengran said that he would choose the most suitable husband for her in the harem and he would congratulate her on having many children and grandchildren.

At this moment, Po was sure that every word he said was true.

But she did not allow herself to be reborn, and she missed him again. This time, she had her own plans.

A Bao put his hand into Xuanyuan Fengran's palm, and with the support of his arm, he slowly walked to the mahogany shelf step by step.

The Daqi royal family prefers black, red and gold, and so does her wedding dress.

A Bao was silent, carefully examining the skirts, shoes, wide-sleeved robes, round fans, and the gold, silver and jewelry in the sandalwood boxes in front of the mahogany rack.

Just looking at it, it is a scene of colorful flowers, luxurious and elegant.

A Bao stretched out his hand and gently stroked the collar of the bright red wedding dress with his fingertips. The dark black brocade tributed from Shu was soft in texture, and the golden gauze from the East China Sea was as light as smoke. The hundreds of pearls adorning it were emitting a warm glow, like stars in midsummer.

This was the wedding dress she wore when she and Pei Guichen got married in her previous life.

Maybe some people cannot be thought of, but once they are thought of, they appear.

Familiar footsteps were heard, and A Bao turned around to look towards the palace door. It was Pei Guichen.

When she saw the Chiwen jade token in Pei Guichen's hand, she was even more shocked.

You know, the last person who got the Chiwen jade token, Abao remembered, was Zhao Chuanze, the prince of Zhenxi, who was one of the husbands chosen by the old emperor for her.

A Bao suddenly became alert, so, when did Pei Guichen gain the favor of the old emperor?

She looked at him secretly, but when Pei Guichen looked over with a cold gaze, he was surprised to see her standing in front of the bright red wedding dress and was stunned.

Pei Guichen was still lifting the door curtain. The warm wind from the flower garden blew past, lifting the thin white gauze curtain in the hall, which was like a hazy white mist, covering Abao and the bright red wedding dress.

Pei Guichen suddenly remembered that he had seen this scene before.

The Chinese character "囍" on the rosewood wedding bed reflected the dragon and phoenix candles burning all night long. His bride, holding a gold-embroidered round fan to cover her face, sat quietly on the wedding bed.

The skirt embroidered with lotus patterns was as soft as clouds, spreading out in layers at her feet.

He remembered that they drank the wedding wine, ate raw dumplings, and under the chanting of the master of ceremonies, he took down the gold-embroidered round fan in front of Abao.

The fair-skinned and fair-looking little girl had warm eyes and smiled at him with her head tilted up.

"Brother Pei, do I look good tonight?"

Of course it looks good.

Her eyebrows and eyes were as delicate as jade, just like the beauties in ancient paintings.

She also loves to laugh.

Every time she smiled with her eyes curved, she was so full of life that made his heart warm.

On the night of their wedding, she wore a gorgeous black and white pleated dress, embroidered with a myriad of flowers, dragons and phoenixes, and gold and silver threads and red coral beads.

Pei Guichen was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice that Xuanyuan Fengran was looking at him.

Xuanyuan Fengran gave him a cold look, like a bone-cutting knife.

And the moment when Abao saw Pei Guichen was stunned, she couldn't help but think of the night of her wedding in her previous life. Pei Guichen was also stunned when he saw her.

The night of our wedding in our previous life... The night of our wedding in our previous life...

A Bao repeated this silently over and over again until the blood rushed up his throat.

In her previous life, she disobeyed the old emperor and paid a terrible price to be able to give Pei Guichen the position of legal husband and marry him with the ceremony of first husband and wife.

On the wedding night, she was full of anticipation.

She wanted to spend the rest of her life with Pei Guichen, and she even thought of burying the emperor and empress in the same coffin.

But later, Pei Guichen gave her a bronze coffin for burying her alive.

As for the coffin she prepared for burying the emperor and empress together...

A Bao recalled the nightmare she had when she had a high fever a few days ago. Pei Guichen dug up her coffin and put it in his Tiansheng Taizu Mausoleum.

She remembered that the coffin for the emperor and empress that she had prepared earlier was placed in the Tiansheng Taizu Mausoleum, but the rear coffin had become Xiao Jingyue's position.