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

The shaking of the snowfield became more and more shocking.

It wasn't until Abao discovered that the cracked frozen soil was collapsing piece by piece.

The ice-blue light rose from the ground with a bang, sweeping the thick snow straight into the sky, breaking the night curtain.

In the dazzling light of snow, the world was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard.

The soil that had been frozen for thousands of years finally cracked apart completely, and a bottomless ice abyss opened up under the snow valley.

But in the strong wind mixed with blizzard, Abao braved the wind and snow to explore forward, but was surprised to find that at the bottom of the ice abyss, that is, deep in the collapsed frozen soil, a huge circular platform was slowly rising.

The patterns on the round table were something that Abao was very familiar with.

Sure enough, the formation that sealed the passage between the two worlds was the secret talisman she had pieced together.

The old man has already set up the rebirth array. What's next? Open the channel between the two worlds and obtain spiritual power?

In the mirror, she restarted the secret talisman light array and suppressed the monster string again. So this time, the old man wanted to open the channel between the two worlds and break the rebirth array. Can she restart the secret talisman light array again and fight back against the old man's crazy delusion?

So, what should she do?

Use blood to seal the formation?

But this huge Optimus Prime-like round platform might drain her blood...

At this time, Pei Guichen finally understood why there was a sudden look of reluctance in Abao's eyes.

The pearl hairpin had been blown off by the strong wind, leaving only the ribbon entangled with her messy black hair. She turned around and looked in the direction of Yangu Pass, the place where the battle between Daqi and the barbarians took place in the smoke-filled area.

Moreover, it is where King Feng Ran is.

And A Bao clutched the jade button around her waist, and his sad pleas in her ears when she and he were parting kept echoing in her mind.

"...Abao, I want to have a future with you."

She wanted to, too. But, it seemed like they had no future...

It turned out that the black-robed imperial uncle lying in a pool of blood in the Taiji Hall felt such deep-seated sadness when he looked at her tomb from afar at that moment.

Along the way, I was just one step away from being with him until the end of this life.

What should she do to stay, return to him, and fulfill her promise of growing old together?

Suddenly, behind him, Pei Guichen's tone was incredulous and desperate.

"You would rather die here than start over with me?"

"No, I would rather die than become a tool to fulfill your obsession." A Bao turned around and looked at Pei Guichen.

He was also the Emperor Tiansheng in his previous life, who wore an imperial crown and had great majesty.

"That day, you lit a stick of incense in front of my grave, and then sat there for a whole day and night."

"Do you remember?"

Of course Pei Guichen remembered.

And when he planted the osmanthus tree for her with his own hands, he knew that it was long before they met.

Most of the osmanthus wine she brewed herself fell into the hands of King Feng Ran.

That day, flowers fell all over his shoulders, and the scorching sun between the clouds, which he and she had admired together countless times, was still the same as before.

But when he was left alone, he truly realized that regret had weight.

That was Abao, whom he killed with his own hands, but whose presence became heavier and heavier in his heart day by day.

"Abao, did your spirit see me at that time?"

In fact, he wanted to ask, Abao, did you hear what I said?

……I miss you.

But, as smart as Po was, he just looked at him sadly.

"But at that time, the only thought left in my mind was that I wanted to strangle you to death."

The golden waves were surging, and the ice-blue light now covered the entire sky.

Countless star streams surrounded the ice-blue light, rotating at a high speed.

And that old man Yuan was like the immortal in the legend, rising into the sky and trying to pick the stars.

At this moment, the most likely answer to the doubts that had always puzzled Abao emerged.

Once the passage between the two worlds was broken, a torrent of spiritual power would come. If old man Yuan really wanted to go back a hundred years as she expected,

So, how did he determine the exact moment when he went back in time?

It was like, in this life, the moment the three of them were reborn was exactly the day of the East Palace election.