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

A Bao grasped the hot jade whistle around his neck.

She was most afraid of the dark, and at this moment, it was pitch dark.

During the long dead silence, A Bao silently held back his tears and blew the jade whistle.

She still couldn't hear the sound of the jade whistle, but a cold silver light flashed before her eyes.

Then, she smelled the deep and quiet scent of ebony.

The one who dispelled the darkness for her was Xuanyuan Fengran, who held a sword coldly.

A Bao, who was so afraid of the dark that he wanted to cry, suddenly discovered that Xuanyuan Fengran was trembling the moment he was hugged tightly in his arms.

No matter what the situation, there always has to be someone in the family who is a little calmer.

A Bao was stunned, then he sighed softly, trying hard not to cry, and raised his hand to pat his uncle Feng Ran's back soothingly.

"I'm fine, don't worry, uncle."

A Bao comforted Xuanyuan Fengran in a gentle voice, but he hugged her even tighter.

At this moment, countless scarlet spots suddenly emerged from the dark gap in front of A Bao that was split open by Xuanyuan Fengran's sword, and the red light became brighter in an instant.

Everything in front of Po was illuminated.

He actually came to the imperial tomb of Empress Xuanyuan in his previous life.

The boiling molten iron, the extremely thick soul-soothing nails, the cold bronze coffin, and even the dim candlelight on both sides, are all exactly the same as what Abao remembered from his previous life.

However, it was not Pei Guichen who brutally killed her.

But, Xuanyuan Fengran.

A Bao's heart trembled, and he subconsciously hugged Xuanyuan Fengran tightly.

Suddenly, she heard a heart-wrenching scream from Abao in the distance.

And that Xuanyuan Fengran looked at her grimly and sneered.

All the color drained from Po's face.

Xuanyuan Fengran noticed something strange about Abao in his arms, turned around and looked back, and was suddenly horrified.

He himself was actually killing Abao.

A Bao in the distance was in great pain. Every heart-wrenching scream turned into a sharp blade that pierced into his heart, leaving him bloody.

Xuanyuan Fengran watched helplessly as he gave the order himself to pour boiling molten iron on it.

A Bao melted into a diffuse red mist, covering the coffin and swallowing up the screams.

Anyone who sees this scene will be horrified and shocked.

Xuanyuan Fengran suddenly lowered his head to look at Abao, and saw that her face was indeed pale.

She looked up at him, her eyes full of fear.

At this moment, Xuanyuan Fengran felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

He was afraid that she would really die because of him in the future, and he was also worried that she would be afraid of him because of this scene.

Even like in the past years, treating him as a stranger and distancing himself from him.

With a thought, Xuanyuan Fengran tightly grasped Abao's wrist and said, "I will never..."

"I know it's fake." Although A Bao was still frightened pale by the scenes of her past life, she was not afraid as long as there was a glimmer of light.

What's more, the emperor's uncle is by his side.

A Bao explained: "This may be the enchantment illusion of the Chuyue land recorded in the ancient books of Wenyuan Pavilion. I thought it was just a legend, but I didn't expect that someone could actually cultivate it."

The ringing of a bell and the blue eyes of the actress were both evidence.

Thinking of this, A Bao clasped his fingers with his uncle's and said earnestly, "Uncle and I, let's not let the illusion affect our minds, okay?"

After hearing what A Bao said, Xuanyuan Fengran, who was confused due to concern, suddenly came back to his senses.

But unexpectedly, the scarlet spot appeared again, and it turned out to be a strange creature covered in pus, with a bloody mouth wide open, roaring and rushing towards Abao.

Before Abao could react, Xuanyuan Fengran protected him with one hand behind him.

The next moment, the man drew his sword boldly.

Under the cold and powerful pressure, the sharp silver light directly hit the strange creature.

In the split second between life and death, Po recognized the golden lock of longevity worn around the neck of the monster.

"Wait! It's Zhao Chuan Ce!"

A Bao stretched out her hand to stop it, but the next moment, the sharp sword energy tore her palm open, and warm blood gushed out, dripping all over the ground.

The scarlet light spots dissipated frantically as if fleeing for their lives, and darkness engulfed them again.

However, in a flash, Abao found that she had returned to the box in the round building.

By some strange coincidence, he managed to solve the illusion of the enchantment.

A Bao was confused, but her injured hand was grasped by Xuanyuan Fengran.

With a gloomy face, he tore off the corner of his robe to bandage the hideous wound on her palm.

However, Po stared at the blood flowing from his palm with shock.

Why can my blood dispel illusions?

A Bao recalled the scenes in the barrier. Although they were all memories of her past life, the real murderer Pei Guichen was deliberately replaced by Xuanyuan Fengran.

If she had no memory of her past life, she would definitely be bewitched.

From then on, she would firmly believe in Xuanyuan Fengran's evil ambition to kill her and usurp the throne, and would take Xuanyuan Fengran's life at all costs.

This game is murderous, cruel and vicious.

The only mastermind behind this that Abao could think of was Pei Guichen.

After all, apart from her, he was the one who knew best about her past life.