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

"At that time, Abao used it to heal my injuries."

"I never thought that there would be a small seed left in this dilapidated temple. And after a few years, it took root and sprouted, growing so strong and full of vitality."

After saying this, Pei Guichen looked towards the old south window of the dilapidated temple.

"Abao, look, they are growing so well..."

The whistling forest wind carried the trance and a little joy in Pei Guichen's low voice and sent it to the ears of A Bao, who was squatting behind the temple wall with numb legs.

When she thought about it, she realized that Pei Guichen had already discovered that she was following him.

Her fingertips were almost bleeding as she clenched the window sill.

Suddenly, there was a loud thunder. A Bao looked up and saw the cold moonlight disappearing into the clouds. In the howling night wind, the dark shadow of Lao Lin was looming around the ruined temple.

It was obvious that the Pei family's shadow guards who had surrounded the ruined temple were waiting for an opportunity to strike.

An idea came to his mind. A Bao rubbed his stiff and numb legs, and stood up by supporting himself with the temple wall.

Waiting to push open the shaky broken window in front of you.

She finally met those two gazes.

Just now, through the torn window screen, I could only vaguely see a cold outline.

At this moment, she could clearly see Xiao Yunzheng in his ink-black night suit. He no longer looked tired and haggard, but instead showed his original sharp edges.

The two looked at each other, and Po sighed with self-mockery.

Xiao Yunzheng, who is free from the wheelchair, is indeed a cruel and cold person.

As the saying goes, a small mistake can lead to a big error.

She misjudged him by a little bit, and she deserved to feel uncomfortable now.

"Cousin Yun Zheng is now walking very fast."

"I'm so glad."

This sentence, coupled with the south window being pushed open.

It is equivalent to the gate knife falling.

Xiao Yunzheng's heart sank into a cold abyss, and he suddenly realized.

That sentence - who is real?

In fact, it was Pei Guichen who asked on purpose.

Just to completely tear him apart in front of Abao at this moment.

But he really had no way to defend himself.

Xiao Yunzheng lowered his eyes and laughed at himself. It was over.

In the silence, A Bao noticed that next to the tender green grass sprout, the cool young man in white robe suddenly supported himself on the incense table in front of the Buddha and stood up with difficulty.

"Does it hurt?" He stared at her forehead.

She was stunned for a moment before she realized that he was asking about the bruises.

As expected, he explained hoarsely, "Does it hurt when you got hurt by those bandits?"

Pei Guichen originally thought that Abao would look sad.

But, Po was just confused: "?"

Are you crazy? It's been a lifetime? You're just asking?

Why don't you ask? Do you feel pain when I am trapped in your bronze coffin?

A Bao's heart cooled, but he deliberately smiled: "It hurts. But thanks to my uncle's careful care, the wound healed very quickly. Later, my uncle even found rare medicinal herbs from the northern border as a guide for me, and asked Mr. Zhang to prepare a scar-removing plaster."

"It's a miracle drug. It can cure scars as soon as it's taken."

Looking directly into Pei Guichen's cold eyes, A Bao hinted at something.

"The injury has healed already."

At the same time, Xie Wuai asked in a low voice: "Is it musk?"

"It's a small matter." Xuanyuan Fengran said lightly.

The little girl certainly doesn't want to have a scar.

He took the medicine because he wanted to make her happy.

So why bother mentioning how difficult it is to obtain musk?

But Xie Wuai exclaimed: "Is it really Musk Tribulus?"

It is a miraculous way to completely remove scars, and the price is extraordinary. I am really willing to spend the money.

"It was you who braved the biting cold wind and climbed to the top of the snowy ice field."

Moreover, the black-robed king spoke calmly, as if taking musk was really easy. If he could not beat him, he would have wanted to cover his mouth.

Please stop talking.

The benchmark is set so high.

It's so hard for him to learn, it's so frustrating...

And this movement finally caught Pei Guichen's attention.

The cold shadow in black robe behind Abao.

It seems that the past life and the present life are reversed.

The seat next to Abao, which should have belonged to him, was taken by someone else.

He was reborn and wanted to find her back.

But at this moment and here, why is she further away from him?

Thinking of this, Pei Guichen's right arm hurt even more.

He pursed his lips, his jawline tensed like a bowstring, half gently tempting, half warning and threatening: "Abao, you know. Tonight, here, you are the bird in the cage."

"So, come here..."

But Po didn't move.

In the silent confrontation, the armless Buddha statue shrouded in moonlight looked down at them quietly.

"Why do you have to do this?!" Pei Guichen was on the verge of losing control: "Abao, you clearly remember!"

He pointed to the small stove made of stones, the pile of firewood she had picked up that year, and then the broken pot she had looted from the back hall of the dilapidated temple.

“They’re all still there.”

“We are still ourselves.”

In this dilapidated temple, time was frozen in several years ago.

He refused to believe that his past with her no longer counted.

"If even that herb can regain its vitality, we can surely..."

The voice paused, and Pei Guichen was shocked to realize that Abao had no expression on his face.

There was another loud thunder and dazzling lightning that cut through the night sky in the mountains.

This glance illuminates the past lives and the life and death that are separated.

The grand and lively wedding ceremony; the steaming birthday noodles; the thousands of days and nights they spent together, splashing ink and adding fragrance, and boiling tea around the stove.

Past events came flooding back, and Pei Guichen could no longer pretend to be gentle.

The young man in white robe, with blood boiling in his throat and eyes gradually turning scarlet, looked towards the Buddha statue.

The clay Buddha statue's smile was compassionate but cold.

But he remembered that when Po bandaged his wound, his hands were warm;

The bowl of porridge that was fed to him was also warm.

The evil ghost finally realized that he could control his past and present lives, so why did he need to pray to Buddha?

Pei Guichen, who was so crazy that he broke the fragrance of the Buddha, said hoarsely with a cold and cruel look in his eyes, "No matter what... you and I must start over again."

But, the rain finally fell.

A Bao looked indifferent: "That's not necessary."