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

"Come with me!"

A familiar male voice, cold and ruthless.

And Abao looked up from the hand that was holding her right wrist.

In the dim underground passage, there was the back of the pirate leader.

He is here, but where is the emperor's uncle?

"Where is my little uncle?"

"Dead." The pirate leader said coldly.

Hearing this, A Bao felt cold all over and was stunned.

The pirate leader suddenly turned around, picked her up with a dark face, and spun around to avoid the attacking sword.

"Little princess, why are you so gullible?"

“……”I was cheated.

A Bao, still frightened, said angrily, "You have to scare me with my little uncle?!"

The pirate leader dodged another sword attack and said with a dark face, "Who told you that Xuanyuan Fengran is your weak spot, little princess?"

“…………”Abao wanted to kill him.

At this moment, the pirate leader's eyes suddenly turned cold and he was filled with murderous intent.

A Bao sighed inwardly and looked over the pirate's shoulder at Meng Guanjing.

The young man, who was less than half a step away from her at this moment, looked like he had crawled out of a pool of blood. He looked at her with eyes as ferocious as a monster, as if he was looking at a stranger.

With a low roar like a broken bellows, the young man raised the sword in his hand.

Po finally remembered why she felt the sword looked familiar.

Because in her previous life, she and Meng Guanjing had their last drink in front of Empress Xuanyuan's tombstone, and Meng Guanjing held it tightly in his hand when he said goodbye to her.

It was an extremely sharp blood sword.

"Meng Guanjing! It's me!!"

Po still tried to wake the youth, but failed.

The young man rushed forward with a sword, and the bloody sword almost pierced the pirate's chest.

"Hold me tight." The pirate roared.

Po subconsciously hugged the pirate's neck tightly.

Then, he was carried by the pirates and ran for his life in the winding tunnels on the island.

Gradually, the tunnel became increasingly damp and dark. Po even discovered that bright red moss had begun to grow on the surrounding rock walls. The sound of heavy rain became clearer and clearer, mixed with the growls of animals.

Wait, beasts?

A red light suddenly shot down.

An underground palace suddenly appeared before Po's eyes.

It is built with gold and jade, and is majestic and magnificent, comparable to the Fengdu Palace on earth.

But the prosperity had been abandoned, countless shrubs and vines grew wildly, and the gloomy green miasma enveloped the entire hall, making it dilapidated and decayed.

Then, it is not a palace, but a tomb.

A Bao felt a chill to the bone, and he raised his eyes and stared straight up at the numerous steps of the palace.

There was an old tree with a canopy that blocked out the sun. Its thick branches even pierced through the roof of the temple. Among the branches of the old tree, hovered the giant black-scaled python that had chased her.

Caught off guard, my eyes met the scarlet snake eyes.

A Bao felt even colder in his heart.

Suddenly, a familiar figure walked out from behind the black python.

She wore a blue and white silk skirt, her hair was tied up with a pearl hairpin, her eyebrows were willow-shaped and her eyes were almond-shaped, and she was as gentle as water.

Ah Bao was stunned and murmured: "Xu Ying?"

But Xu Ying was even more surprised, but she hid it quickly.

"I didn't expect that His Highness is still alive. It seems that Miss Xiao is nothing special." Xu Ying looked down at A Bao who was standing at the door of the palace.

After a while, Xu Ying turned her gaze to the acquaintance.

"Yan Haixi, did you rush back to save her?"

Hearing the name Yan Haixi again, A Bao felt more and more that something was wrong.

The expression of the man called Yan Haixi suddenly became colder and more gloomy.

"Do you still want to stay on this island?"

"If I didn't stay on this island, how could I witness this scene with my own eyes? Yan Haixi, you are actually willing to save her?" Xu Ying's tone was obviously very light, but every word was sharp: "Yan Haixi, don't forget who killed your people."

In the strange and gloomy underground palace, there are many steps separating the palaces.

Yan Hai looked at Xu Ying coldly.

"Xu Ying, you've crossed the line."

After he finished speaking, a chill appeared in the depths of Yan Hai's dark eyes.

And Abao felt that the hands he was holding her with suddenly tensed up.

She restrained her expression and said calmly, "I have to thank Miss Xu and Lan Mi for helping me set up the stage, so that I could get away from your Master Sheng Jue. But could you please do me one more thing? Please make way. I'm in a hurry to go home to see my little uncle."

Before he could finish his words, the door to the underground palace behind him was slammed with a loud bang.

And Xu Ying actually smiled gently.

"It seems that I am not the only one who wants to kill Your Highness."

With a hissing roar, the giant black-scaled python behind Xu Ying slowly moved, tilting its head in confusion, and looking at Abao curiously.

At this moment, Abao felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his whole body cold.

The black-scaled python moved, revealing the black coffin hidden in the trunk of the old tree.

It was clearly the bronze coffin in which Pei Guichen buried her alive in her previous life.

At the same time, in Fengdu Palace.

Pei Guichen was awakened by a nightmare and subconsciously grabbed the wrist of the person next to him.

But he only felt the coldness of the other half of the bed.

Pei Guichen was shocked and quickly opened the bed curtain, but what he saw was a woman in moon-white clothes reaching out to catch the rain at the window of the palace where heavy rain was pouring down.

I don’t know what she was thinking about, but the woman chuckled and looked very happy.

In the silence, the warm scene before him made Pei Guichen recall the past once again.

Bailu Mountain in the early morning of that autumn day.

The lush and verdant mountain roads were shrouded in misty rain.

The little girl held up a bamboo umbrella, lifted her skirt, and skipped on the water.

The laughter was clear and clean.

Pei Guichen, who was nostalgic, called out softly, "A Bao."

However, the woman's glance back made his expression suddenly change.

"why you?"