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

Pei Guichen dodged A Bao's arrow and looked back.

There was a sudden roar, and the scarred snow sculpture actually flapped its wings and rose up from the raging waves, carrying the black-robed Xuanyuan Fengran back.

In the storm, the snow wings drew sharp arcs.

Xuanyuan Fengran steadily caught his little girl who was falling rapidly and unconscious.

Just at this moment, the barbarian's Scorpion Cavalry also hurriedly arrived.

Lan Mi urged, "Retreat first! Quickly!"

Pei Guichen, who had already turned around, looked back again and took a deep look at the skirt on Xue Yi.

He thought that he and she would meet again.

He has transcended life and death, there is no way he can lose to Xuanyuan Fengran.

At the same time, in the apocalyptic storm.

Xuanyuan Fengran patted the snow sculpture's wing back, and his hoarse voice trembled a little.

The scarred hand gently stroked the cheek of Abao who was sleeping in his arms. Suddenly, Xuanyuan Fengran kissed the forehead of the person in his arms, as if humming a requiem.

"Don't be afraid, Po. Let's go home."

The sun rose and the moon set nine times, but the Dafulou ship remained dead silent.

On an autumn night in Chuyue, the moon is above the treetops, and the vast expanse of sparkling water looks like molten silver.

Po, who was unconscious, gently moved his right index finger.

In the endless black fog, there were wisps of blood floating around, just like the scarlet vines she had seen that day that covered the surface of the sea, blooming vigorously.

Suddenly, heavy snow fell on my cheeks, and the chill penetrated my bones.

Po saw himself three years ago and the hunchbacked old man with white hair.

Although they were in the same snowstorm, the old man's desolate voice seemed to come from the void, "Princess Diyang, Crown Prince, are you willing to save him?"

Three years ago, Abao was very anxious: "I want to save him! Please help me!"

"It's really fun!" The hunchbacked old man's sudden eerie laughter made Abao shudder, and the hunchbacked old man asked again with profound meaning.

"In that case, how much are you willing to pay for King Feng Ran?"

The embarrassed Abao anxiously promised: "I am willing to give you my life!"

"I don't want your life." The laughter became more sinister, and the hunchbacked old man stroked his white beard meaningfully: "Your Highness Princess, you don't know that King Feng Ran has been poisoned."

After a pause, satisfied to see that A Bao's face was pale, the hunchbacked old man continued: "But it doesn't matter. In the past, your great-grandmother, the Empress Qi Jiang, left behind a method to control the poison - that is, to break the love and spiritual connection."

"However, those who actively cultivate spiritual resonance will lose their memory and love."

The hunchbacked old man's expression became superior.

"If Her Highness Princess wants to save King Feng Ran, I can help Her Highness use her blood and flesh to cultivate the Broken Love Spirit, and then King Feng Ran can take it."

"As long as King Feng Ran still loves His Highness, the poison will be instantly resolved."

Po in the dream held his breath and listened carefully, and understood.

And three years ago, she also smiled faintly.

"Please old man, take care of this for me and cut off the emotional connection."

Hearing this, the laughter of the white-haired, hunchbacked old man suddenly became ethereal and vague.

"I sincerely hope that Your Highness, Princess, will not regret it in the future."

Suddenly, there was a loud thunder and Abao, who had been comatose for many days, opened his misty eyes with tears in his eyes.

She tried hard to recall the words in her nightmare. After a while, she was shocked to realize that the desolate voice was clearly that of the old man Yuan Chenji!

Thinking of this, she couldn't help coughing.

When he raised his hand to wipe it again, he was coughing up blood. He had to wipe it off hurriedly, and then, as if nothing had happened, hurriedly threw the blood-stained handkerchief into the brazier.

He stared at the handkerchief being engulfed by flames and burning to ashes.

A Bao was stunned, his eyes gradually turned red, and he suddenly wanted to burst into tears.

Previously, she had thought that it was impossible to raise a telepathic relationship and break off the relationship.

But at this moment, she was certain that it was because of the broken emotional connection that she forgot many things that happened in Northern Xinjiang three years ago, and also forgot her throbbing feelings for Xuanyuan Fengran.

The cold wind and rain outside the window rushed in, and she shivered violently.

So the dish of peach blossom cake that Lao Debao mentioned was also real.

Who would have thought that she actually thought that it was because Old Debao was too old and remembered it wrong.

A Bao thought again, when she entered the Northern Frontier, Xuanyuan Fengran's lieutenant generals had all seen her, and the first deputy general, General Chen, had even sent people to protect her.

These people are loyal to Xuanyuan Fengran and always report everything to him.

So for the past three years, Xuanyuan Fengran actually always knew that she had specially gone to the Northern Frontier and prepared a dish of poisonous peach blossom cake for him in order to kill him.

Although he was lucky enough not to die, his stomach problems often caused him pain.

At this moment, A Bao seemed to see Xuanyuan Fengran in the rain in the middle of the night every time he suffered from unbearable stomach pain and his face turned pale.

And the person who poisoned him, that is, her, actually brought him porridge and medicine and persuaded him to drink it.

What was Xuanyuan Fengran thinking when he looked at her at that time?

Do you think she is crying foul and is hypocritical? Disgusting?

It seemed as if he had never blamed her from beginning to end.

The autumn rain in Chu Yue is different from the coldness in the imperial capital. It is a sour cold that penetrates into the bones.

A Bao, with a pale face, looked out the window in a daze.

No matter in the past or present life, everything has been messed up since three years ago.

She wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, but felt a chill in her heart.

Where is Uncle Feng Ran? She wanted to see him desperately.

Those words were said in the previous life and then forgotten for the rest of my life.

Now that she was reborn, she wanted to tell him in person once again.