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

"Brother Pei, you are thinking about me. I am very grateful."

Ah Bao took a deep breath, suppressed the nausea in Pei Guichen's arms, gently tugged at the corner of Pei Guichen's clothes, and murmured, "But the struggle for power in the Eastern Palace is really bloody and dirty. Brother Pei is as clean as a banished immortal, so you'd better not get involved in worldly affairs."

Pei Guichen let go of Abao slightly, looked down, and saw that the corners of the little girl's eyes were red. Her clear and warm eyes looked at him, affectionate and tender.

At this moment, he seemed to see Po from his previous life.

On the way to the imperial throne with the Huainan Pei family, everyone needed him to be a shelter from the wind and rain, strong enough to be indestructible.

But she was really worried about him.

Since he entered the palace, she has considered everything for him.

She was considerate, gentle and attentive. She tried every means to block the intrigues and attacks from the palace to protect him from any harm.

Only she is smart, wise, flexible and strong.

He can rely on her when facing the turmoil in the court and the chaos in the border areas.

Pei Guichen, who was deeply immersed in memories of his past life, raised his hand and gently stroked Abao's cheek.

"Is that you, Po?"

His eyes were tender and his tone was nostalgic, "I miss you so much."

Just then, Pei Guichen heard footsteps.

His gaze passed over Abao and suddenly looked behind Abao with a cold look.

In the distance, Xuanyuan Fengran walked over.

In the Western Prison, where even the warm light of the May sun could not penetrate, the wind was sharp and cold.

Xuanyuan Fengran, wearing a wide-sleeved black robe with a sharp python pattern, walked slowly towards Abao with great pressure, and the cold black stone of the West Prison Corridor was trampled under his feet.

The moment Pei Guichen and Xuanyuan Fengran's eyes met.

Beneath the calm appearance, there are undercurrents, and it is like being on a battlefield with sword fights.

Every move is deadly and shows no mercy.

Pei Guichen, who was holding Abao's arms, suddenly exerted force, causing Abao to scream in pain.

Pei Guichen subconsciously let go.

Coming back to his senses, he asked nervously and concernedly, "Did it hurt you?"

A Bao took the opportunity to pretend to be scared, suddenly took a half step back, and looked at Pei Guichen warily.

Pei Guichen was startled and was about to explain.

A black shadow passed by, and it was Xuanyuan Fengran who blocked Abao behind him.

Seeing this, a cold look flashed in Pei Guichen's eyes, and his originally worried expression froze.

It was Xuanyuan Fengran who led the Northern Frontier Cavalry into the imperial capital and reached the Taiji Palace.

And the greatest shame in his previous life also came from Xuanyuan Fengran.

In his previous life, he and Abao got married on that night.

The red candles flickered and the curtains rippled.

He was awakened by crying and found that Po beside him was having a nightmare.

Not knowing what she had experienced in the nightmare, she was like an abandoned child, crying and begging in panic, hugging him tightly in despair and sorrow.

He thought it was him in her dream.

However, he heard her crying and shouting, "Uncle."

After that night, he tentatively mentioned Xuanyuan Fengran to Abao countless times.

However, Po's reaction was normal.

The nightmare on the wedding night did not seem to have any effect on Abao. She still regarded Xuanyuan Fengran as the powerful King Fengran who was so powerful that he threatened his master. She was wary and distant towards Xuanyuan Fengran. Every time they met, they never spoke more than ten sentences.

However, when Abao ascended the throne, he persuaded Abao to poison Xuanyuan Fengran.

But at the last moment, A Bao still let Xuanyuan Fengran leave the imperial capital and head to the northern border.

Even after ten years, Abao and Xuanyuan Fengran never met each other again.

But he could not forget that on their wedding night, what Abao called in his dream was "Uncle Emperor".

Thinking of this, Pei Guichen looked at Xuanyuan Fengran as if he were a dead person.

And the eye contact continued in the dead silent confrontation with Pei Guichen.

The cruelty in Xuanyuan Fengran's eyes sank to the bottom.

He knew that Abao was convinced by Lingxi, and for the time being he had to act like he loved Pei Guichen.

Abao even assured her firmly that she would do her best to protect herself.

But she put herself in danger, and he couldn't help worrying.

Even though it might seem childish and jealous, he didn't care, "Are you done talking?"

A Bao was at a loss: "......?"

She raised her eyes and stared at Xuanyuan Fengran's broad shoulders, but Xuanyuan Fengran suddenly turned around and used his tall body to block Pei Guichen's fierce gaze.

Being watched calmly by Xuanyuan Fengran.

She felt strange.

So, Abao murmured, "Maybe, we're done talking?"

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Fengran put his arms around Abao's waist and picked up the little girl horizontally.

And Abao let out a low cry.

In a panic, she subconsciously put her arms around Xuanyuan Fengran's neck.

After she calmed down, she heard her uncle Feng Ran's voice in a cold tone, "Go home."

What's the point of acting with that scum Pei Guichen!

He was responsible for killing him with his own hands!