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

In the rainstorm, the Pei family's shadow guards who came from the south were swept away by the mountain torrents and followed the old path from west to east in previous years, flooding the Bauhinia Valley.

The secret guard wearing a water ghost mask finally showed up.

At this moment, facing the only remaining Pei family shadow guard, the Haizi tribe's secret guards, who were outnumbered, joined forces to fight back and were about to reverse the outcome.

Use mountain torrents to block the majority with the minority.

A Bao turned around in shock and looked at the emperor uncle in black robe.

Pei Guichen clenched the sword in his hand: "You are well prepared."

"Since this trap is set, it is necessary to understand the terrain of the mountain in advance. Keep a backup plan first, so as to avoid..." Xuanyuan Fengran's coldness, hinting at something: "accidents."

Pei Guichen suppressed the blood in his throat and said, "You can calculate this rain?"

"I can't call the wind and rain." Xuanyuan Fengran held the stern silver sword: "But there is a plan for no rain."

Hearing this, A Bao, who was staring at his uncle, brightened up his eyes.

At this moment, the black-robed king was particularly reasonable: "Do you still want to listen?"

Pei Guichen stood alone on the edge of the cliff in the rainstorm, cold and silent.

At this moment, the leader of the secret guards came running over and clasped his fists to ask for instructions!

"My Lord! Do you want to leave him alive?"

Xuanyuan Fengran looked at the group of tongue-less Pei family shadow guards who were fighting hard.

In a moment, he covered Abao's ears tightly with his hands.

In the rainstorm, the black-robed king's voice was deep and powerful enough to break metal and jade.

"-Kill- them all."

Hearing this, A Bao was stunned, but the black-robed emperor uncle had already raised his sword and attacked Pei Guichen, but Pei Guichen dodged the sword and fought back.

The two sides fought each other with fierce moves, until the black-robed uncle used his right sword and left fist, forcing Pei Guichen to retreat. He counterattacked with his fists and palms, but was hit and his right wrist was grabbed.

Crack, and the sharp pain of broken bones came.

Pei Guichen's brows suddenly tightened.

The howling wind and rain blew up the man's messy hair.

He endured the severe pain and used his sword to support himself on the ground, then raised his eyes to look at Abao.

Their eyes met, Pei Guichen pressed the wound on his chest tightly with trembling hands, but the bright red blood still seeped out from between his fingers, dripping into the rain pit, staining his sharp joints strangely.

"Abao, it's my fault."

The man's dark eyes were cold and dark, and one could not see the bottom of them at a glance.

In the moment of shock, Po smelled something ominous.

Sure enough, Xuanyuan Fengran approached again with a sword in hand, but he suddenly chuckled and fell backwards.

In just a moment, Abao stood there in shock.

And the bloodstained white robe figure was swallowed up by the violent storm on the cliff!

The forest was howling, but at this moment, it seemed particularly dead silent.

After a while, she was grabbed by the wrist and brought into a warm embrace.

"Are you scared?" Xuanyuan Fengran held the sword in his right hand and held his Abao tightly in his left hand, and said hoarsely and fearfully: "It's okay. I'm here."

A Bao rested his forehead against his uncle's chest and was at a loss for a while.

"Uncle Emperor."

"Well, I'm here."

A Bao raised his hand, carefully grasped the emperor's uncle's black robe, and then put his hands around his waist.

Hold tighter, and tighter.

Until she was almost completely tucked into his arms.

"Uncle Emperor..."

"?"

Hearing A Bao's muffled nasal sound, Xuanyuan Fengran frowned slightly, raised his hand to signal the secret guards to go down the cliff to search for Pei Guichen, and coaxed: "What's going on?"

"I just want to confirm..." Po took a deep breath: "The emperor's uncle is real."

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Fengran raised his hand and pinched the back of the girl's neck in his arms.

"Of course I'm real." The black-robed uncle caressed her gently and soothed her in a hoarse voice.

The tears that Abao had been holding back finally burst out.

Seeing this, Xuanyuan Fengran was about to appease them again, but there was another commotion.

Following the sound and looking into the distance, it turned out to be Xiao Yunzheng, who had disappeared for most of the night, and his guards from the Xiao Mansion.

The secret guards of the Haizi tribe quickly formed a human wall and were ready for battle.

But the black-robed king still exerted force and pulled the person in his arms behind him.

It was just a surprise that his Po actually stepped out of his circle of protection.

The little girl rubbed her face randomly, trying to pretend that she had not cried.

He stared at Xuanyuan Fengran for a long time, with a gentle and helpless look, and raised the corners of his lips.

He held the sword in hand and watched over her as she took the umbrella from Xuan Ji.

An anxious Xuan Ji asked directly: "How should we deal with Xiao Jingyue?"

Hearing this, A Bao said confidently: "The evidence is irrefutable, so it should be handed over to the government. Those who have been harmed by Xiao Jingyue should seek redress if they have grievances, and seek revenge if they have grudges."

"But." Xuanji hinted, "What if Xiao Yunzheng tries to stop me?"

Coldly, A Bao followed Xuan Ji's gaze and looked towards the east side of the cliff.

Xiao Yunzheng was staring silently at Xiao Jingyue, who was standing next to Zhang Lanheng and was in a dishevel.

After a brief thought, A Bao chuckled coldly, "Master Zhang found out some time ago that Xiao Jingyue was somewhat involved in the death of Xiao Linglai."

“They are all sisters.”

"Prince Xiao can't be partial to one and ignore the other, right? He doesn't care about why Xiao Linglai died?"

Hearing this, Xiao Yunzheng looked at A Bao with a pale face.

He moved his thin lips several times, wanting to say something but stopping himself, not knowing how to start.

Then he looked at Xiao Jingyue, who was crying in pain with her mouth blocked.

It was the first time he saw her so aggrieved and pitiful.

Xiao Yunzheng clenched the sword in his hand suddenly, his heart sinking as he said, "Please allow me to accompany you on your journey to see Jingyue off the mountain, Your Highness."

Hearing the expected result, A Bao stared at Xiao Yunzheng.

In the silence for a while, at the edge of the rainstorm cliff in the inky night, the smell of blood wafted into the air.

Their eyes met, and Xiao Yunzheng watched as A Bao gradually calmed down.

When he became increasingly hopeless, she agreed.

"Since you have the heart, follow your lead."