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

Everything was quiet, and Po looked towards the white-robed Poseidon.

He stretched out his hand to her, which was long, sharp, and as cold as a sword.

Po agreed to go with him, but refused to hold his hand.

However, as they passed each other, he actually grabbed her left wrist.

She glanced at him sideways. He had an eerie chill all over his body, just like a giant black-scaled python. He glanced meaningfully at Xuanyuan Fengran lying in a pool of blood behind her.

The next words were clearly directed at her, but they were particularly provocative.

"Abao, we're going home."

A piece of white silk covered her eyes, leaving only whiteness.

And the force on her left wrist was getting tighter and tighter.

Next to my ears was the roar and growl of a giant black-scaled python.

Xuanyuan Fengran saw the black python's giant tail swinging fiercely across a sea of ​​scarlet blood. Amid the sounds of the courtyard walls collapsing, his little girl was taken into the depths of the island by the white-robed Sea King.

There was red fog and dark shadows everywhere.

A moment later, Po stepped onto a trestle bridge.

Although her vision became blurry due to the white silk, she still saw the outline.

Deep in the island, there is a group of towering palaces.

As she stepped onto the last step of the pier, the bronze palace door was pushed open by the red-armored guards, and she was held hand by the white-robed sea king as they walked through the long, dark palace corridor.

One after another, the maids in blue knelt down respectfully and bowed.

At this moment, her hand was held tighter by the white-robed Poseidon.

It happened to be afternoon, and sunlight poured in through the glazed windows on both sides of the palace corridor.

But the white-robed Poseidon reflected in the picture had a look of him showing off his trophies.

Like a puppet, he led Po to the end of the corridor.

The white-robed Sea King was silent for a moment, then suddenly pushed open the bronze palace door to which the sea beast was clinging.

"Po, we're home."

Before he finished speaking, the white silk in front of Abao was taken off.

The moment she adjusted to the dazzling light and saw the layout of the bedroom, she was shocked.

The gauze curtain by the window is pure blue with cloud patterns embroidered on it.

The afternoon breeze blew by, and it rose up like waves.

Everything in this bedroom was exactly the same as what she remembered from her previous life.

Suddenly, it was like stepping back into my previous life.

A Bao walked towards the desk silently.

Scaled Moon Inkstone, Jing Xuan Paper, Pine and Lotus Ink, and Blue and White Spotted Pen Holder.

Pei Guichen has always liked elegance, not just the blue gauze curtains. After the wedding ceremony, she carefully selected and decorated his bedroom with everything in an ancient and elegant style.

She silently raised her hand and stroked the longevity pattern on the table.

Pei Guichen had suffered a serious illness in his previous life, and almost no medicine could cure him.

When she was at her wits' end, she became obsessed with ghosts and gods, and in order to pray for Pei Guichen to be free from illness and disaster, she even specially requested this piece of red sandalwood from the Lei Ling Temple in Shuzhou, and personally carved auspicious and pine and cypress patterns of happiness and longevity on it bit by bit, and carefully polished it into a birthday gift for him.

He likes painting and often sits at his desk all day long.

Having a desk can also help nourish your spirit.

But, these are the intentions and concerns.

When Pei Guichen buried her alive in a bronze coffin, she seemed even more of a joke.

Thinking of this, A Bao silently withdrew his hand.

After walking around the bedroom again, she finally stood by the window.

Behind me, footsteps were approaching.

The white-robed Sea King's thin and cold voice sounded, "Do you like it?"

"I don't like it." She answered without hesitation.

What Pei Guichen liked in his previous life had nothing to do with her at all.

She wanted to go back to the imperial capital and the Eastern Palace.

There was a high bed with a soft sleeper, a soft silk quilt carefully laid out by Emperor's Uncle Fengran, a silver-threaded celadon tea table that Emperor's Uncle Fengran had made with her, and irises and peonies in the flower stand that Emperor's Uncle Fengran had transplanted with her in the pouring rain.

There was also the silver gauze lamp that he hung on the head of the bed to illuminate her bed because she was afraid of the dark.

That time, she caught a cold barefoot, and he was worried that she would catch cold again, so he covered the inner room of the bedroom with soft blankets, and wrapped the four corners of the cabinet and dressing table with cotton cloth to prevent her from bumping into the sharp corners when she rolled around on the blanket with the little tiger in her arms.

At this moment, Abao quietly clenched his fists.

The blood of Xuanyuan Fengran that stained his hands burned his bones and corroded his heart.

The white-robed Poseidon behind her grabbed her wrist and blocked her against the window.

She raised her eyes warily, and saw that the white-robed Poseidon's eyes were full of nostalgia.

"Why don't you like it?"

The white-robed Poseidon clenched his fists silently. The longer it took for him to be reborn, the more worried he became that all the beautiful memories he and Po had experienced in their previous life would gradually become blurred.

So he restored their past bit by bit according to his memories of his previous life.

Now that they are in the same place as before, why don’t they like it anymore?

The sea breeze was slightly warm, like a green veil of sea waves, brushing across the back of Abao's hand.

How dare a coward who dares not to see her true face ask her if she likes him?

She stared at him and asked instead of answering, "Who are you?"

Hearing this, a trace of vigilance flashed in the eyes of the white-robed Sea King. Then, as if realizing something, he approached silently and brushed the messy hair at her temples.

The bedroom was very quiet, so quiet that only the breathing of each other could be heard.

After a long while, he said coldly, "I am Sheng Jue."

The king of Tiansheng, Pei Jia Shangyu.

The word "Jue" is really a good choice.

However, Abao sneered in his heart.

Is Pei Guichen so arrogant?

They have been husband and wife for their entire lives, and he actually thought that she couldn't recognize his eyes?

From the beginning, she knew it was Pei Guichen under this compassionate mask of the Sea King.