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

On the top floor of the Four Spirits Tower, tensions were high.

Seeing Xuanyuan Fengran silent, Lan Mi suddenly lowered her eyes.

She stared at the snow-white sword that could kill her in an instant, and asked, "Are all members of the Qin family so ignorant of current affairs? If the King of Qin had married my aunt, how could he have died tragically at Tulong Pass? He would have ended up with no remains left, and his family wiped out!"

Speaking of King Qin and the Qin family, Xuanyuan Fengran actually laughed coldly.

Xuanyuan Fengran, whose black eyes were as dark as the Dead Sea, slightly turned the sword in his hand, and slashed across Lan Mi's neck as if cutting her neck, and nailed it into the tower stone behind Lan Mi.

The swords clanged and sparks flew everywhere.

Xuanyuan Fengran said in a hoarse voice: "Your identity can only save you once."

"If I see you use the barrier illusion on Po again, I will."

"I will kill you as a sacrifice and then crush the sixteen tribes of the barbarians."

Hearing this, Lan Mi completely lost her lazy and calm smile.

at the same time--

The fishing lights are dim, like stars along the sea line.

A Bao was lying on the street window, biting a taro sesame cake, watching the hustle and bustle of the street.

Beside the tea table, Jian Qian and Hong Xiu both stared at the glass cup in surprise.

Jane: “Is it broken?”

Hongxiu: "Your Highness's things will not go bad."

Jian Qian: "Could it be that the actress has already run away from Yuezhou City?"

Hongxiu: "Well, that's possible."

After hearing this, Abao looked back at the glass lamp.

In fact, there is a second possibility.

It was the actress who created the illusion of the barrier, and she had already sensed Ye Linxiang.

So the actress bathed in goat milk to completely wash away the leaf scale fragrance.

So much so that the blue firefly in the glass cup could not smell the direction.

Thinking of this, A Bao turned his head to look at the bustling street again, and saw a bustling crowd rushing towards the coast along the streets full of seductive red flowers.

Suddenly, the door of the box room was slammed.

"There are assassins lying in ambush! Your Highness, please come back with us immediately!"

Jian Qian was the first to react and opened the door urgently.

When A Bao turned around, he saw that the guard stabbed Jian Qian, and blood splattered all over the ground.

Jian Qian quickly pulled out the knife and slit the guard's throat with his backhand. Then he slammed the door of the box shut and turned around, covering his abdomen where blood was gushing out.

"Hongxiu, take His Highness out through the window! Find the guards!"

Before he finished speaking, Jian Qian stared at A Bao and screamed miserably: "Your Highness!!"

Hongxiu also looked at Abao, screamed in shock and then fainted.

A Bao turned around in horror and saw a ghost mask with a bloody mouth hanging upside down by the street window.

Suddenly, Ghost Face struck her with a fierce palm, knocking her unconscious.

It was full of danger and I didn’t know how much time had passed.

When Po woke up in a daze, it was already pitch black around him.

In the extreme silence, the sound of water with a fishy smell is gurgling, gurgling, gurgling...

A Bao suppressed the churning in his stomach and groped carefully with his hands, trying to slowly outline in his mind where she was at the moment based on the touch of his fingers.

A little cool and a little wet.

The shape of the place was familiar; she had been in a similar place before.

After realizing what it was inexplicably, Po felt a chill run down his spine.

This is clearly a sealed iron coffin!

The moment he realized that he was trapped in an iron coffin, Po seemed to be pulled back to the underground of the Xuanyuan Emperor's Mausoleum in his previous life.

The bone-gnawing pain she felt when the red-hot molten iron poured over her head was engraved deep in her soul.

That kind of pain can distort human nature and turn people into resentful evil spirits.

The temperature in Abao's body faded away in an instant, leaving only horror.

At the same time, under the frosty and snowy moonlight, the boundless sea surface was sparkling silver.

In the middle of the quiet Chuyue Sea, a huge ship was anchored, and on the bow of the ship, which was dozens of feet high, two figures stood facing the wind.

The young man in silver armor and white robe, wearing a cloud-moon god mask, looked towards the coast with cold eyes.

Lotus lanterns of the dead are constantly sent into the sea and travel far away along the current.

Today is July 8th, and sending out lotus lanterns is for blessings and wishes.

The young man in white robe sneered coldly: It’s indeed a good day to die.

King Xuan of Pingyue, who was wearing a bamboo hat to cover his face, was particularly curious: "After going through so much trouble to capture this princess, why did they just lock her in this black iron coffin?"

The young man in white robe sneered coldly, and his eyes followed the iron chain on the bow to look under the dark sea, where a black iron coffin weighing thousands of pounds was sinking.

How to perfectly induce Po's deepest fear of Xuanyuan Fengran?

Of course, he was truly imprisoned in a black coffin.

After all, the illusion of the barrier in the round building could not guarantee that Abao would not have the intention to kill Xuanyuan Feng.

So he had to find a way to make Abao deeply trapped in the fear of the enchantment illusion, and make Abao suspect all the time that Xuanyuan Feng had evil ambitions and wanted to kill her and seize the throne.

He just happened to remember that Po was most afraid of the dark.

In the illusion of the barrier, Abao was buried alive in a coffin by Xuanyuan Fengran.

The sneer was cold and cruel, and the young man in white robe silently stroked the silver-inlaid wooden bracelet on his right wrist.

Although the patterns on wooden bracelets are simple and exquisite, they are complex and difficult to understand.

But King Xuan noticed the silver leaves inlaid on the wooden bracelet. The leaf pattern was quite similar to what he had accidentally seen in the ancient painting in the courtyard of King Xuan's wife.

King Xuan couldn't help but have other thoughts.

And deeper in the sea, it looks like the black eyes of a monster.