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

A Bao immediately gave up blowing the jade whistle and turned around to pull out the dagger from his boot.

She would definitely not be able to defeat Xin Niang alone, so should she ask Pei Guichen for help? But Pei Guichen's mind was unpredictable, would he be willing to reveal his proficiency in swordsmanship?

Just when A Bao thought that she would most likely have to fight Xin Niang alone——

She heard the sound of galloping horses.

Boom! Thunder flashed with silver light! Dark clouds hung low and rolled! Torrential rain poured down! !

A Bao looked at the majestic rain curtain that enveloped the sky and the earth. The person riding his horse and rushing towards her through the rain curtain was Xuanyuan Fengran in a black robe, holding the reins tightly in his left hand and a silver sword in his right hand.

The strong wind came like a knife and the cold rain hit my face.

Before Abao, who was soaked all over, could come to his senses, Xuanyuan Fengran jumped off the horse and hugged him tightly, "You really didn't abandon me."

The man, who was on the brink of despair, spoke with fear in his tone.

A Bao was strangled to the point where he could hardly breathe, but when he heard these words, his eyes became hot.

She regretted it.

Should have contacted this man earlier.

Thinking of this, A Bao raised his hands and hugged Xuanyuan Fengran's waist, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't be afraid."

At the same time, Xie Wuai and Gu Qijue arrived.

Even, there is Xiao Yunzheng.

The Western Region Tiger Guards who had been lying in ambush around the Xipin Camp rushed forward and instantly controlled all the villagers in the Xipin Camp.

Including Xin Niang, who was making soup in the camp kitchen.

Gu Qijue was just about to step forward and ask Abao what exactly happened in the Xipin Camp.

But Xie Wuai beside him grabbed him.

"Can't you see my sister is busy? Can you be more considerate?"

Gu Qijue's gloomy eyes revealed a hint of confusion. When did Xie Wuai become so tolerant and generous? Seeing the scene in front of him, he was indifferent?

Xiao Yunzheng, who had been standing quietly by the side, suddenly recalled what happened many years ago.

Abao disappeared unexpectedly.

The Northern Liang cavalry left their garrison without permission, which was regarded as treason.

But Xuanyuan Fengran went crazy and led his Beiliang cavalry all the way south.

They rode across the south of the Yangtze River, searching sleeplessly for the whereabouts of Abao inch by inch.

Half a month later, Abao appeared.

When Xuanyuan Fengran saw her, he vomited blood.

Recalling this, Xiao Yunzheng clenched his fists.

Obviously, at the beginning, Abao treated him so well.

At that time, Abao disappeared because of an epidemic in Jincheng. In order to save him, Abao left Bailu Mountain to look for life-saving medicine, but encountered an accident on the way back.

Xiao Yunzheng looked at Abao in the distance.

His clenched fist was actually dripping with blood, but the stinging pain felt like a mockery to him.

He was actually jealous of Xuanyuan Fengran?

There were constant thunder and violent storms.

A Bao, who was soaked all over, slowly left the arms of Xuanyuan Fengran, who was also soaked by the rain.

When she raised her eyes, she was shocked to find that after just one night, her uncle had grown an untidy beard and looked haggard and decadent.

She felt so uncomfortable that she raised her hand and stroked his cheek.

Then she stood on tiptoe and gently touched his with the tip of her nose as a comfort.

On the other side, in the heavy rain, Pei Guichen, who was soaked all over, was holding the Johor tribute and staring at Abao without blinking.

Inside this expressionless body, his rotten and broken soul is clamoring.

Because of his arrival, the course of things really changed.

It was he who was abducted by the enemy.

If it were the original Abao, at this time, she would be most worried about him.

He wouldn't even give Xuanyuan Fengran a glance.

Pei Guichen clenched the Johor tribute box in his hand. His hands, washed by the heavy rain, were white and slender, with tense blue veins.

The rain streaked across his sharp eyelashes, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his lips on his expressionless face.

Xuanyuan Fengran, a scumbag who has committed adultery, is worthy of Abao?

It doesn't matter.

Pei Guichen's corrupt soul was laughing eerily.

I've figured out how to get everything back on track.

Abao’s goodness, her body and mind, all belong to me.