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

This rainstorm took away the last bit of warmth in late autumn.

Xiao Yunzheng looked at A Bao intently, but saw her turn around calmly, being escorted by Xuanyuan Fengran, getting farther and farther away from him.

The thunder roared and woke up the young man who was pretending to be asleep.

Xiao Yunzheng was depressed for a while, then sneered at himself.

As the night deepened, the heavy rain continued to fall.

The sharp rocks and rushing water at the bottom of the cliff are covered with a layer of frost crystals.

Until he evaded the search of Xuanyuan Fengran's secret guards, there was a sound of splashing water, and the waves spread out. Pei Guichen dragged his sword and staggered onto the bank, leaving behind a glaring stream of blood.

A moment later, there was a dense forest of bearded trees at the bottom of the cliff.

The moment the footsteps approached, Pei Guichen attacked the person with a sword.

There was a cold and sharp sound, and the person who came here flicked the sword away with his fingers, and his robe fluttered.

"It's you?" Pei Guichen coughed up blood and his voice was hoarse.

The hand of the person who came was flawless and white, and looked as cold as broken porcelain. "The last time we met, Master Pei seemed to be in such a state of distress as well."

The fingertips holding the sword were still dripping with blood. Pei Guichen's pale face showed a cold and mocking expression: "You dare to approach Jiangnan City. Aren't you afraid of being discovered by Abao?"

"If I were a coward, Master Pei would have bled to death today." The voice was cold, and the person with delicate eyebrows and eyes hidden under the white gauze gestured to the young man next to him: "Help Master Pei well, go back to the mansion and ask the elders for help."

The thunder continued to rumble.

Another half hour passed, and we arrived at the underground secret room.

Yuan Chenji, the little old man who always had a gloomy and weird smile, rarely frowned.

The scabbed wound on Pei Guichen's right arm broke again.

The already hideous old scars were added with new ones, making them even uglier.

Look at the knife wound on his chest, it almost goes through him.

Old man Yuan Chenji pressed hard on the bloody hole in Pei Guichen's chest, and said meaningfully: "With Princess Diyang's golden needle technique, she must be very familiar with bones and tendons."

"I'm afraid this knife is really going to kill you."

Pei Guichen, who was in a daze, heard this and his blood-stained black eyelashes trembled slightly.

Seeing this, the old man Yuan Chenji shook his head and said with lingering fear: "That's really cruel."

As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Guichen seemed to have a last burst of light. His pale face slowly revealed a nostalgic smile.

"Don't blame her, she's fine."

But after he finished speaking, the pain that Pei Guichen had been enduring became even worse.

The pain was even more severe than the fatal wounds all over his body, and it made him despair.

"Really, she saved me, she is very, very good..."

The man, who was in a daze due to excessive blood loss, finally could not hold the red bean jade pendant that he had always held tightly in his palm.

With a crisp sound, the jade pendant broke into pieces and red beans splashed everywhere.

The old man Yuan Chenji's face changed drastically, and he turned his head to look at the young man gloomily.

"My medicine! Hurry and get your young master here!"

Before he finished speaking, the stone door of the secret room slowly opened.

The tall woman in a white robe and wearing a veil handed the old man the palm-sized porcelain bottle that she had once traded with Abao.

"Lan Mi is dead." The woman in white robe spoke, but her voice was like a man's, as cold as ice falling into water: "This bottle of blood was not used."

Taking the blood bottle, Yuan Chenji, with his gloomy white-haired and youthful face, smiled mysteriously: "Perhaps this is God's arrangement."

After saying this, the old man turned around thoughtfully.

Staring at Pei Guichen lying in a pool of blood on the bed, the old man's smile became even weirder.

It was like the prey was trapped in a cage, and he, the hunter, was determined to catch it.

Immediately afterwards, basins of blood were carried out of the secret room.

Two hours later, the bedside was piled with blood-stained gauze.

The old man Yuan Chenji had blood on his hands as he looked at the unconscious Pei Guichen.

The usually ruthless Emperor Tiansheng frowned in despair. It seemed that the dream was very terrifying?

After hesitating for a moment, the old man turned around and was about to step out of the secret room.

Unexpectedly, I heard a painful mumbling in my sleep.

"Don't……"

Don't? The old man suddenly turned around, feeling intrigued.

But Pei Guichen, who had a high fever and a pale face, was vomiting blood!

In the dream, it seemed as if I had gone back in time.

It was still a dilapidated temple in the mountains. After being carefully cared for for several days, his fever had subsided and he was no longer in as much pain as before.

The chaotic roar gradually faded away, and footsteps approached gently.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go."

"The journey is long, I can't take you with me."

The ending of the little girl's voice was as soft as a cloud.

Still sweet, like clouds sprinkled with icing sugar.

"But don't worry, the hardest time is over, and you will be fine."

"Don't, don't go..."

The past repeated itself over and over again. In a daze, Pei Guichen grabbed someone's hand and begged in panic, "Don't leave me alone!!"