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

Having found nothing, A Bao had to temporarily leave Yuan Chenjing behind and enter the treasure hall.

Abbot Xuanhua presented the jade book of Buddhist scriptures.

A Bao secretly calmed his mind and took the jade book of Buddhist scriptures. He saw that the lotus seat was based on three layers of white jade and the beams of the hall were towering.

In the center of the hall, there is a sandalwood incense table decorated with gold and jade objects for worshiping Buddha, as well as offerings.

Fresh fruits, sweet spring water in the forest, and fresh flowers soaked in dew picked by the little monks in the back mountain in the early morning.

Standing in the center of the palace, A Bao looked up at the golden Buddha statue that was several meters tall.

Buddha, holding a flower and smiling, has a compassionate look in his eyes.

It was as if one could see through Po's body, and inside lived the soul of the previous life who was buried alive, entangled in resentment, and unable to be freed.

Po felt cold.

With trembling hands, she opened the first page of the jade book of Buddhist scriptures.

The novice monks on both sides of the hall looked pious and focused. Abbot Xuanhua tapped the wooden fish lightly, and A Bao followed him to recite Buddhist scriptures.

This volume of jade Buddhist scriptures was read until the setting sun.

The sky full of rosy clouds was like floating light and golden dance, slowly flowing down from the Milky Way.

But the wind was getting colder and colder.

With the sound of Zen lingering in her ears and the fragrance of the mist lingering in the air, A Bao gradually felt dizzy and felt as if a pair of invisible hands were dragging her into the depths of the earth.

It was like drowning, and Po felt so uncomfortable that he could hardly breathe.

When she struggled with all her might to open her eyes again, she was horrified to find that she had seen Pei Guichen from her previous life again.

Outside the bedroom window, it was a night of thunder, strong winds, and heavy rain.

The entire palace was crumbling and almost soaked in water.

And the sky seemed to be collapsing.

In Emperor Tiansheng's bedroom, the white-haired Pei Guichen had a look of disbelief on his face.

He was full of hope, but his voice was already very weak, "I, can I really see her again? See my Abao again?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The little old man Yuan Chenji still had that weird smile on his face.

But upon hearing this, Pei Guichen, lying on the dragon couch, clenched the small portrait of Abao that he had painted himself. Due to burning incense and worshiping day and night, the portrait had become dark yellow and old.

But Pei Guichen still held it in his arms with care.

Pei Guichen, who had been sitting on the Supreme Emperor's throne for fifty years, actually smiled on his wrinkled, old and skinny face.

"It's been fifty years, Abao, I can finally see you again."

These words suddenly made A Bao feel his blood run cold.

At the same time, she smelled a particularly strange smell in this bedroom.

In addition to the cold fragrance of Jiayu that she smelled last time, there was also a fragrance that she was familiar with, but she couldn't remember it for a while.

Pei Guichen, with trembling hands, gently stroked the makeup boxes piled up beside him one by one. There were a dazzling array of hairpins, and countless rouge, powder, silks and satins.

"Abao, would you like these?"

No one answered Pei Guichen.

Only the little old man Yuan Chenji was silent and silently brought a bowl of golden soup.

The old man smiled meaningfully and said, "Your Majesty, drink this soup and you will get what you want."

On the dragon couch, Pei Guichen, who had a last burst of energy, took the bowl of soup and drank it all in one gulp without hesitation.

But he frowned, "Sweet?"

"Yes, it's sweet." Yuan Chenji actually explained, "Your Majesty's dream is about to come true, so the taste of the drink is naturally sweet."

Pei Guichen was very satisfied.

He handed the will he had prepared long ago to Yuan Chenji.

Then, his old and turbid eyes looked outside the hall sinisterly.

"Tell the prince that my affairs after my death should be handled in accordance with the instructions in my will, no matter how big or small."

Yuan Chenji took the will and said, "Your Majesty, I understand."

A Bao's soul was floating in the air, and suddenly, Pei Guichen looked at her.

He held the little portrait of her in his arms and stretched out his hand eagerly, wanting to touch her.

"Is that you, Po?"

"It's been fifty years. Are you finally willing to come and take me home?"

A Bao stepped back in disgust, but Pei Guichen still gradually approached her.

A light bulb suddenly lit up in his mind, and A Bao looked behind Pei Guichen. Lying on the dragon couch was Pei Guichen's dead old body.

and so……

She suddenly realized that the one approaching her was Pei Guichen's soul.

If he encounters a hissing venomous snake, Po will subconsciously step back.

But when Pei Guichen's soul came over, he did not see her, but saw the bottomless abyss behind her and the roaring black gale that swallowed everything.

A Bao stood quietly, watching Pei Guichen pass by her.

She was wearing a moon-white lining and her white hair was dancing in the wind.

The old Pei Guichen staggered, but still stumbled forward, bit by bit, and threw himself into the black abyss without looking back.

The bloody thunder cut through the darkness, illuminating Pei Guichen's face.

He went from being skinny and old to becoming younger little by little, and turned back into the beautiful woman with a graceful figure and elegant appearance when she met him in the Yuji Palace after her rebirth.