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

That night, the Dafulou ship stood silently in the sea.

Xuanyuan Fengran personally accompanied Abao to the island again.

The autumn dew is about to fall, and the deserted Mengjia Island is eerie and gloomy, yet still filled with loneliness.

Walking silently in the corridor between Fengdu and Qiankun Palaces, the morning breeze that ruffled Abao's skirt was not only cool, but also had the smell of blood that had accumulated over the years.

As I stepped into the underground palace of Mengjia Island again, the feeling of discomfort became even stronger.

A Bao looked up and saw that the dome was still covered with the red mist that was faintly visible in the night.

After a moment's silence, she withdrew her gaze and looked back at the scene in front of her.

The underground palace, with its piles of gold and jade and its majestic grandeur, has not changed.

As if returning to the time when he was imprisoned by Pei Guichen, A Bao took a deep breath, walked cautiously through the overgrown vines, and stepped onto the numerous steps of the palace one step at a time.

Today, the centuries-old tree in the center of the underground palace has been surrounded by hundreds of arm-thick Western Xinjiang secret iron chains, which have formed a prison with its branches blocking out the sky and the sun.

In the iron mesh prison, the black-scaled giant python that was originally sleeping heard footsteps.

Suddenly, the beast opened its eyes and spat out scarlet snake tongue at Po!

But perhaps because Xu Ying, Lan Mi, and Pei Guichen were not present at the moment, the black-scaled python roared twice in warning, and its huge body circled the old tree several times, then lazily shook its tail and lay still.

However, the bronze coffin hidden in the old tree was revealed.

It was just a corner of the bronze coffin, but it was enough to make A Bao feel suddenly cold.

She stood not too far from the iron net, staring at the intricate and exquisite patterns on the corners of the bronze coffin, and then recalled the carvings on the back of the Qi Jiang stone statue.

Both are exactly the same.

Thinking of this, Abao looked stern.

Hundreds of years ago, the ancestor Xuanyuan engraved it for his wife personally.

——The eternal affairs of the mortal world, the eternal journey to the Jade Capital.

Afterwards, he buried the stone statue of Qi Jiang in a bronze coffin and offered incense at Yuanmu Mountain, hoping that his wife would rest in peace forever as the rumors said.

However, the Xuanyuan ancestors probably never expected that hundreds of years later, there would be traitors in the family who would secretly collude with foreign enemies, so that the stone statue of Qi Jiang would be sunk into the dark, damp and cold abyss of ghosts.

But thinking back to the time in the abyss, Abao felt an even chiller chilling his bones.

Whether it is this bronze coffin that can imprison her soul.

Or, the secret page on the stone statue of Qi Jiang.

When she thought about the secrets and whereabouts of the seven soul-soothing nails hidden there, as well as the purpose of the Yin-Yang bronze coffin, even if she weighed the pros and cons thousands of times, she only had one thought left.

We must not continue to call them and keep them in this world.

Her heart sank and A Bao turned around, and the black-robed emperor uncle took the opportunity to walk towards her.

In silence, he put a fox fur coat on her and put a hot water bottle in her hand.

"This place is gloomy, why do you want to come again?"

"I want to take another look at this place and remember the evil that the Pei family has done."

Of course, she also wanted to say goodbye completely to this bronze coffin that was connected to her previous life.

After saying this, A Bao looked at the silent black-robed king. "Uncle, do you want to know what I saw in the secret page of Qi Jiang's stone statue?"

Unexpectedly, Xuanyuan Fengran said, "I don't need to know."

The man in black robe gently stroked his little girl's cheek.

"No matter how big the secrets of the secret pages my Po has seen..."

“As long as those people still care about it and want to know about it.”

"You, the only one who has seen them, have the best amulet."

After saying this, Xuanyuan Fengran took his little girl's hand and slowly walked out of the underground palace. The gloomy red fog in the sky and the evil and huge black-scaled python were all left behind them.

“Did the man who first built the temple ever think that it was actually a magnificent tomb?”

A Bao was curious, but he heard his black-robed uncle answer in a deep voice.

"It will become a real grave anyway."

As they were talking, they walked to the entrance of the underground palace, and the wind brought in the pungent smell of saltpeter and sulfur.

Listening to the uniform sound of trumpets and drums, A Bao could not help but look back at the depths of the underground palace. If that giant black-scaled python were released into the battlefield, there would surely be countless casualties among the Da Qi soldiers.

In order to prevent Pei Guichen from returning and taking it away, she had to take the initiative.

At this time, Xie Wuai led Jian Qian and ran over excitedly.

"Royal sister! All the things you ordered before are ready!"

Hearing this, Abao looked around Qiankun Palace for the last time.

But no matter how many times, she still found it difficult to breathe.

The Pei family has been slaughtered here for nearly a hundred years, and there are piles of bones underground.

No matter how quiet it was, she still felt she could hear the cries of the innocent dead.

At this time, Yu Luo came over carrying a wooden box, "Your Highness, this is what you ordered, and I brought this from Meng's village for Master Meng's daily necessities."

Staring at the wooden box, A Bao said hoarsely: "Take it back to the ship."

After a while, we returned to the Dafulou ship.

Under the gaze of the head of the Shi family, Hongxiu handed over an arrow.

All the Xuanwu navy and secret guards sent to Mengjia Island were withdrawn.

Seeing that everything was ready, Po used the arrow to start the fire.

The moment the bowstring was tightened, the wound on the palm of his hand, which had not yet healed, began to hurt again.

She stared at the horrific island in the distance, shrouded in the pitch-black night, with a complicated look in her eyes, and thought to herself: This purgatory shouldn't exist, it shouldn't have existed from the beginning.

A rocket shot out with a whoosh!

In full view of everyone, Mengjia Island, which was covered with black oil, suddenly exploded. The raging flames shot straight into the sky, accompanied by the shrill screams of beasts, breaking through the dark night!

Seen from afar on the ship, the entire island looked like a huge fire basin.

Just like, a great gift of prayer offered to the gods and Buddhas.