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

Watching Xiao Yunzheng's back disappear, A Bao felt uneasy.

In his previous life, Xiao Yunzheng did not answer the question correctly, but Concubine Wen liked Xiao Yunzheng very much.

So, Xiao Yunzheng eventually became one of her five concubines.

A Bao thought back to her past life. She treated Xiao Yunzheng well. At least she didn't trap him in the palace for the rest of his life.

On the tenth day after her wedding with Pei Guichen, she prepared Xiao Yunzheng's favorite food and wine and invited Xiao Yunzheng to meet her at Zhaixing Tower.

Sincerely, she told Xiao Yunzheng that she could arrange a new identity for him in the army. In this way, he would not be trapped in the palace and live a life like the old emperor's concubines, living a widow's life and being bored.

Xiao Yunzheng agreed readily.

After that night, Xiao Yunzheng claimed to be ill and announced to the public that he was recuperating in bed.

As for her, a rumor spread secretly that the disease Xiao Yunzheng suffered from was contagious, which prevented everyone, including Concubine Wen, from approaching Xiao Yunzheng's Yunqi Palace.

A Bao held the medicine bowl, feeling very worried.

After her rebirth, she and Xiao Yunzheng still perfunctorily maintained their relationship as aunt and cousin, being more polite than close.

She thought that Xiao Yunzheng probably wanted to make achievements on the battlefield and was unwilling to enter her East Palace and live his whole life as Yunqi Palace's concubine.

But why did Xiao Yunzheng suddenly ask if her favorite thing was a kite?

As soon as he heard the word "kite", Po suddenly felt uneasy, as if his secret was being pried into or even exposed.

It’s actually very impressive that Xiao Yunzheng could guess the kite.

Yes or no, fifty-fifty chance.

Although the old emperor and Concubine Wen both said that who would be chosen to enter the Eastern Palace was up to her, but since a question had been made and hung behind the plaque in the Imperial Palace, according to the rules of the game, whoever could give the correct answer would always be different.

A Bao pinched his nose, endured the bitter taste of the medicine, and drank the whole medicine in one gulp.

No one knew what Xuanyuan Fengran was thinking, and he said nothing. He handed her a piece of ginger candy, then carried her back to the couch and carefully wrapped her in the quilt.

As soon as he drank the medicine, the medicinal properties took effect and Abao fell into a deep sleep.

When I opened my eyes again, it was dark.

The inner hall was dark, with only a candle burning beside the bed.

The flickering candlelight dimly outlined the sharp and silent silhouette of the man sitting beside the bed.

A Bao reached out his hand from the warm bed, grabbed the corner of the man's robe sleeve, shook it gently, and murmured in a dreamy voice: "Uncle Feng Ran."

Xuanyuan Fengran turned around, hiding his entire face in the shadow of the inner hall, and reached out to feel the temperature of her forehead.

"You slept until the evening, and then you had a high fever again."

A Bao sighed inwardly, no wonder she slept so uncomfortably.

She squirmed a few times wrapped in the quilt, rubbed to the edge of the bed, tilted her head to look at Xuanyuan Fengran, and only then did she see him clearly at this moment.

Xuanyuan Fengran's expression was stern, but his eyes reflected the flickering warm candlelight.

A Bao murmured, "Uncle Feng Ran, what are you thinking about?"

Xuanyuan Fengran did not answer but asked, "Are you hungry? There is stew on the stove. Old Debao's cooking skills will definitely make it taste like you."

It would have been better if she hadn’t asked, but when Xuanyuan Fengran asked, she realized that she was really hungry.

Po hummed coquettishly, "I think it tastes like mine? What kind of soup is it?"

Xuanyuan Fengran stood up, opened the purple clay pot on the small stove on the round table, and answered while pouring the soup: "Ginger duck soup is best for nourishing yin and stomach."

A Bao looked at Xuanyuan Fengran's back as he served soup to her. His black robe revealed sharp and broad shoulders.

She couldn't help but wonder, how graceful it would be for Xuanyuan Fengran, the Butcher King, to kill enemies on the battlefield, riding a horse and drawing a bow, deploying troops and sweeping across the front of thousands of troops?

Just as she was lost in thought, a spoonful of steaming soup was brought to her, with a fragrant aroma.

"Drink it while it's hot."

"Ah."

Under the quiet night, the cold winter moonlight shines through the gauze window and fills the entire hall.

A Bao obediently drank the bowl of soup that Xuanyuan Feng had served, mouthful after mouthful. For some reason, her eyes became moist.

"Uncle Feng Ran, it would be nice if you could always be with me."

Xuanyuan Fengran paused with his hand holding the silver spoon, his face half-hidden behind the candlelight, his eyes slightly dimmed.

Seeing Xuanyuan Fengran sitting beside the bed without saying a word, A Bao moved the quilt and rested his head on Xuanyuan Fengran's legs.

She didn't look at him, but stared at the cold moonlight on the ground. She thought for a moment, pretended to be calm, and changed the subject.

"Uncle, how did you get in tonight?"

The gate of the East Palace would be locked and closed at certain times, and no one could enter or leave without a palace badge.

It is impossible for Xuanyuan Fengran, a man, to stay overnight in the palace.

She waited for a long time, but Xuanyuan Fengran remained silent.

An idea suddenly popped up in A Bao's mind, and he couldn't help but look up at Xuanyuan Fengran, "Oh~Uncle Fengran, you climbed over the wall to get in!!"

Xuanyuan Fengran: “…………”

Silence is the best moonlight tonight.