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

Unlike the original shacks, this campsite is surrounded by beautiful mountains and clear waters.

Accompanied by the old doctor, A Bao pretended to relax, but in fact he was quietly wandering around the camp, especially near the old village chief's tent, trying to find some clues.

Then, Po ran up the hillside behind the camp.

Standing on a high place and looking from afar, this Xipin Camp is only separated from Guiyan Pavilion by a bridge.

If the old village chief was really a blind woman, she would know the terrain around Guiyan Pavilion very well.

A Bao remembered that before falling into the water, Xuanyuan Fengran was still fighting with the blind mother-in-law.

I don’t know who will win in the end.

If the old village chief is the blind old woman, then why did he not return home all night? Was he captured alive? Or was he killed?

Thinking of this, Abao regretted it.

What if Xuanyuan Fengran got injured during the fight?

Perhaps she should secretly contact her uncle Emperor Feng Ran?

At the same time, at Guiyan Bridge.

Twelve hours have passed since Abao fell into the river.

The sky was bright not long ago, but now it is gradually getting dark.

A cold wind suddenly blew, the river surged and the willow trees on the bank were rustled by the wind.

Xuanyuan Fengran, standing quietly at the end of the bridge, looked like an ice statue, with a cold and chilling aura and eyes as dark as the abyss.

The sleeves of his dark robe were rustling in the river breeze, the silver sword in his hand was dripping with blood, and at his feet, the captured blind woman was lying limp.

To be precise, after taking off the disguise of the blind old woman, the old man is the old village chief.

In the past twelve hours.

Every hour, they would chop off a part of the old village chief's arm. After chopping off his arms, they would start chopping off his legs. Until this moment, the old village chief was lying in a pool of blood, his flesh and blood blurred.

However, Gu Qijue used a secret medicine to stop his bleeding.

He couldn't die, he could only linger on.

At this time, the thin coachman from Prince Feng Ran's mansion stepped forward, feeling somewhat reluctant, but still having to report.

The thin driver whispered, "My Lord, the various tribes have searched the imperial capital thoroughly and found nothing. But I have sent the Haizi tribe to sneak into various sections of the Min River to search carefully. If there is any possibility of your Highness's whereabouts, we will report it immediately."

As for the possibility, it was naturally the body of Her Royal Highness the Princess that fell into the river for twelve hours.

Not far away, in the carriage of the palace, Song Yaoxing was drinking hot soup, feeling very proud.

She used all her strength when she stabbed the hairpin into Abao's abdomen.

When she fell into the river with Abao in her arms, she deliberately pushed Abao into the undercurrent at the bottom of the turbulent river. Only after she watched Abao being swallowed by the current did she feel relieved.

Now, Princess Abao is dead.

Moreover, absolutely no one knew that it was she who killed the princess. If anyone was to blame, it could only be the old village chief who ambushed the assassin and pushed him in the crowd.

Thinking of this, Song Yaoxing wrapped his cloak tightly with a cheerful mood and continued to drink his soup leisurely.

Suddenly, loud thunder roared, splitting the sky full of black clouds that were destroying the city.

Xie Wuai had just followed Xuanyuan Fengran's instructions and arranged for scouts from the Western Frontier to monitor Xipin Village, which was separated by a bridge.

At this moment, he glanced at the sky and remembered the announcement of his death at three quarters past noon.

Now, on the surface, Guiyan Pavilion was surrounded by the Western Prison Tiger Guards and Western Frontier Scouts. And secretly, when the thin driver reported to Xuanyuan Fengran, he clearly heard the thin driver mention his troops.

In this way, Pei Guichen would definitely not die in Guiyan Pavilion.

But Xie Wuai changed his mind and asked, "King Feng Ran? Will Pei Guichen save him?"

Xuanyuan Feng ran like a ferocious monster, sneering and clenching the silver sword in his hand.

"Save? Send him a tablet."