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

At the same time, green plums are used to make tea and rice cakes are fragrant.

In the pavilion with the red moon hanging high in the sky, Abao leaned on the shoulder of the black-robed emperor's uncle, waiting silently.

After Zhuozhuo left, she followed the clues and thoroughly investigated the Yang family murder case.

This also helps us figure out Xu Ying's movements over the past sixteen years.

In the early years of Xuanyang, the barbarian king's city was destroyed. Xu Ying took advantage of the chaos to take Yi Yan away and killed her mother and son, using Mu Gui as a knife for revenge. At the same time, she joined forces with Vulture, who restored the royal status of Ashile, and took control of the Golden Scorpion and Pei's Shadow Guard.

On the surface, the Zhaocheng Yang family was the source of Xu Ying's gold and silver.

It was not until the sixteenth year of Xuanyang that Xu Ying instigated the Minister of Personnel to impeach Zhang Lanheng, and at the same time broke open the Red Flame Ground Crack to awaken the Fenba Bloodworm, intending to destroy the world with fire but was defeated by her.

Afterwards, she took the opportunity to eliminate those court officials who had ulterior motives and were seeking personal gain.

But Zhuozhuo was not beside her.

Reopen the vortex light curtain and take Zhuo Zhuo home.

She tried many methods, but never succeeded.

Until she died and went to Hades.

In her previous life, because she died early, the guilty were not punished, and the virtuous people did not have a good end; people who should not have died died, and those who should have died did not.

The twelve underworlds fell into great chaos.

Therefore, Black Mountain needs her to restore order.

Then she also learned that merit is the bargaining chip that can be exchanged for wishes to the Black Mountain.

Although it would take a thousand years of merit to gather the soul swallowed by Xu Yuan for Meng Guanjing and send it into reincarnation, fortunately, it only took five hundred years to find out the whereabouts of Zhuo Zhuo.

And sixty years later, Xuanyuan Ji came to the underworld.

He brought news about Zhuozhuo and recited the scroll.

"When Zhuozhuo was born, she was so small and so soft. The longest time I didn't see her was only one month. But in the past three hundred and fifty years, all I know is that she suffered a lot."

A Bao was sad and distressed: "If I were here, how dare those monsters bully Zhuo Zhuo?"

Hearing this, the black-robed uncle put the freshly brewed green plum tea into A Bao's hand and comforted her in a hoarse voice: "Although the scroll is full of dangers, she is our Zhuo Zhuo. She is very smart and clever. Not only can she return to us safely, but those monsters will not be able to have a good time in her hands. A Ji also said that she looks good, don't worry."

A Bao, who felt sorry for her daughter's experience, asked in shock: "How can you be so reassured?"

After she finished speaking, the man gently pinched her cheek.

She was complaining in her heart and pinching her face? Why was he still coaxing her like a child?

But the man's voice was slightly deep, full of pride: "Because Zhuozhuo is most like you. My Abao always lives an amazing life."

A Bao was stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.

And she couldn't hide the smile on her lips, and suddenly leaned over and kissed the corner of his lips.

He was caught off guard and was stunned for a long time.

Two hours later, on the eighteenth floor of the black mountain.

Strands of silver spiritual flow slowly spread out from the ground, and when looking down from above, one could see a rune shaped like the Chinese characters "Xuanyuan", but the brushstrokes used to draw the rune were not sharp enough, so the silver spiritual flow flashed with electric light and looked a little unstable.

The tall figure who had just passed the torture of the Fire Prison was in a state of disgrace but still calm, and even more sensitive to the spiritual flow than ordinary people. He looked outside the two cells, and a vortex of light appeared above the increasingly obvious silver spiritual flow rune formation.

Suddenly, a girl in a crimson skirt came walking on the brilliant light curtain.

Those gentle and soft eyes and eyebrows made him feel particularly familiar.

"…Po?"

Before she finished her words, the girl in the crimson skirt had already drawn her sword.

Instead, he drew runes on the snow-white sword with blood, and then used the sword to suppress the vortex light curtain.

As for the sword flower she raised, he had fought with another person countless times, so he was naturally familiar with it.

It's a sword technique from the Qin family of Beiliang.

Suddenly, the girl in crimson skirt came towards him with a sword pointed at him, and asked cautiously.

"You know my mother? Who are you?"

The man was stunned for a moment, then laughed at himself: "So this is what she looks like. A-Bao's daughter looks like this. Her eyebrows and eyes really look like her..."

The girl in the crimson skirt frowned in confusion, and after a moment, she said, "I have something else to do. I'll leave first."

She sheathed her sword and turned to leave, but the man behind her asked.

"Are you, Zhuozhuo?" The lost Zhuozhuo?

"Yes. It's called Zhuo by my father and mother. Why?"

The man was speechless, just silently watching the back of the girl in the crimson skirt as she hurried away.

Xuanyuan Zhuo walked out of the black mountain as if he was in an empty place.

But at first sight, I saw my mother and father waiting at the edge of the underworld.

Xuanyuan Zhuo, who suddenly froze in place, turned into the Zhuo Zhuo of the past, the little girl who would hide in her father and mother's arms and cry and complain when she was wronged.

Her mother walked towards her with a gentle smile, and first raised her hand to measure her height.

She was taller than before, but her round cheeks as a little girl were gone, but fortunately she was not skinny, and her complexion did look rosy.

So, Abao could finally feel a little relieved.

She wiped the dust off her daughter's cheek with a towel, her movements so familiar that it seemed as if they had never been apart, and said in a gentle voice, "Is it really my Zhuozhuo?"

"Hmm..." Just one word, and Zhuo Zhuo was blocked by the crying voice and couldn't speak.

She hugged her mother tightly, and her mother gently stroked her back and comforted her, "It's okay, it's okay, mother is here, wait for mother to beat up those bastards who bullied you. If mother can't beat them, there is still your father. But let's put everything aside first, we have to go home for dinner."

Hearing this, Zhuozhuo looked at his biological father anxiously.

But his father rubbed his head comfortingly and said, "Go home, you have worked hard."

In an instant, Zhuozhuo knew.

Daddy didn't blame her at the time and insisted on stepping into the vortex light curtain.

She held her mother and father in each hand, "Actually, I beat them! Hard!"

The family of three, reunited after life and death, understood it all on their way home for dinner.

The years pass slowly, time is long, but the future is promising.