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

"The orphan girl who sold herself to bury her father."

"And I just happened to be passing by, so I kindly took you in."

In his memory, she would rather die in glory than live in disgrace.

Therefore, he did not dare to gamble.

He bet that she was willing to abdicate the throne and become his queen.

Stepping over the reflection of the broken-armed Buddha statue and Shan Niang's blood-stained corpse, Pei Guichen approached Abao.

It was a good opportunity to learn that Shanniang had been ordered to assassinate.

He secretly selected the female spy whose figure most resembled Abao, and with the help of Pei Nanshan's plan, when Shanniang was trying to assassinate him in the temple, he ordered the female spy Li Dai Tao to die with Shanniang tonight.

After tonight, Po can fake his own death and escape from his prisoner.

Over time, she would always be able to regenerate her feelings for him.

Through the broken window, the thunderous flashes revealed the cold eyes of the young man in white robe.

An orphan girl of unknown origin.

If she wants to survive in the palace, she can only rely on him.

And he no longer had to be wary of her Xuanyuan Emperor.

By then, he would definitely make it up to her.

He will offer the position of queen and crown prince to them both.

How could Abao not know Pei Guichen's wishful thinking?

She sneered instantly: "Orphan? Refugee? This is an excellent identity. Pei Guichen, you really worked hard to calculate."

Before he could finish his words, Po felt his hand being carefully held.

She looked up in confusion and saw her uncle in black robe who was raising his hand to shield the leaking rain from the hole in the temple eaves.

She stared into his dark eyes.

For a while, his deep and calmness made her feel at ease.

"Uncle, do you still remember the games you played with me when we were little?"

"And..." She deliberately emphasized: "Meng Sansheng."

Listening to the sound of autumn wind and rain, A Bao pursed his lips and said, "Uncle, find me."

Quietly, Xuanyuan Fengran silently clenched his sword.

Pei Guichen seemed to have sensed something, his expression changed drastically, and he shouted coldly: "Stop her!!"

The moonlight completely disappeared in the night, leaving only thunder and lightning.

In an instant, Xuanyuan Fengran's silver sword was unsheathed.

Boom, a ferocious lightning flashed across the cold and fierce face of the black-robed king.

The sharp black feather eyelashes cast a shadow.

He coldly said: "Seeking death."

At the same time, Abao pulled Zhang Lanheng and turned around resolutely.

"Wanwan! Take Xiao Jingyue with you! Let's go!"

Before he finished speaking, Po met Xuanji's gaze.

In a flash, Xuan Ji, who understood everything, pulled back Xie Wuai who was about to step forward.

Almost at the same time, they split into three groups and ran away.

Pei Guichen raised his sword and wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by Xuanyuan Fengran.

When the two swords collided, lightning and sparks flew, and a loud clanging sound broke out.

Taking advantage of this gap, Xuanyuan Fengran turned back.

In the howling night storm, the receding figure with her maple hairpin about to fall and her skirt disheveled, running through the bushes and old forest, hurt his eyes.

The bone-chilling sword edge swung across the ground, and Xuanyuan Fengran attacked Pei Guichen fiercely.

The opponent was in a white robe, cold and arrogant, with fierce black eyes. He raised his sword and blocked the attack.

After several life-and-death battles, Pei Guichen suddenly realized something.

The sword moves of this black-robed king were unexpectedly colder and more powerful than before.

It just so happened that his left arm was hit by Xuanyuan Fengran at Chuyue Port.

The gnawing pain from the old injury was getting worse.

After dozens of moves, he was gradually losing the upper hand.

The shadow guard Vulture, who was eager to save his master, led the way and shouted, "Set up the formation!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Pei family's shadow guards attacked in groups!

In the melee, bright red blood flowed down the edge of Xuanyuan Fengran's black and silver sword.

Mixed with heavy rain, it meanders out.

After another moment, the defeated Pei family shadow guards fell to the ground.

Amidst the twitching and wailing, Xuanyuan Fengran held the sword sternly, blocking the path where A Bao disappeared, but there were still some fearless shadow guards who tried to launch a sneak attack.

With a swing of the sword, the shadow guard crashed heavily into the tree trunk and fell to the ground.

"Who dares to move again?!"

Xuanyuan Fengran looked stern as he looked around.

The young man in white robe wiped the blood from his lips fiercely, looked past Xuanyuan Fengran, and tried to search for A Bao, but found nothing.

They split into three groups and dispersed into the old forest surrounding the ruined temple, hiding their figures and tracks with the dark night, rugged mountain paths, and towering old trees.

Pei Guichen supported himself on the ground with his sword, the veins on his hand that were tightly gripping the hilt were taut.

"A Bao made a secret visit to Jiangnan, but the Eastern Palace guards did not accompany him."

"As for your secret guards, there are no more than twenty of them."

"But tonight, there are dozens of times more Pei family shadow guards in Zijing Mountain." Pei Guichen challenged coldly: "Dig three feet into the ground and search every inch."

"Xuanyuan Fengran, I can always find Abao's trace."

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Fengran sneered and pointed his sword at Pei Guichen.

"You—search as much as you want."

Half an hour later, in the strange old forest.

After many twists and turns, Abao finally found Wanwan.

And the kidnapped Xiao Jingyue said, "You can't kill me!"

Even though his life was in danger, he was still arrogant and domineering.

Po was very curious and asked, "Why not?"

Xiao Jingyue threatened sternly: "If you touch me, Pei Guichen will not let you go!"

Hearing this, A Bao frowned in suspicion: "Really?"

Xiao Jingyue gnashed her teeth in hatred and swore, "Although I lied to him, after spending so much time with him and exchanging letters over the years, it's impossible that he has no attachment to me!"

"What's more, I am carrying his flesh and blood in my belly now!"

"Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs! He won't abandon me!"

A Bao's expression changed slightly. Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs?

I recited it silently several times, and the past memories came to my mind one after another.

In a trance, she murmured, "That's right, even a tiger won't eat its own cubs."

"It just so happens that I have a plan."

"Why not, make another bet?"