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

Abao was so nervous that he drank a whole cup of hot tea.

Just when I was about to drink another glass, Gu Qijue arrived.

This time, A Bao specially wrote ten pages of questions in advance, and then sent Pei Guichen, who knew Johor language, to the post station to negotiate with the Johor envoy.

In this way, only Gu Qijue can come to Chuhe Restaurant.

Outside the private room window, it was still early and there was still some time before her original schedule.

Ah Bao deliberately tested Gu Qijue, "I heard that Commander Gu recently sent the Western Prison Tiger Guards to the Netherworld Palace in South City to arrest someone?"

Gu Qijue felt his sore spot was touched and didn't want to answer.

However, this time the tribute from Johor was stolen, and the old emperor ordered him to follow Her Royal Highness the Princess to investigate. He could not hide it, so he had to answer truthfully.

"Your Highness is smart, I'm sure you already know it."

Ah Bao pursed his lips and smiled softly, saying softly, "Of course I know the result of the Netherworld's arrest. But every time I ask, Commander Gu is speechless."

"Why shouldn't I?"

She wanted to calm down Gu Qijue's arrogance.

"The Netherworld in South City has always been jokingly called the capital's strange place, with ghosts and spirits everywhere. Commander Gu is the Black Impermanence, so you should be able to take to the Netherworld like a fish in water and have a smooth journey. How could you suffer a defeat?"

Gu Qijue looked sinister, "Victory and defeat are common in the military."

“Really?” A Bao continued to chuckle, “I didn’t expect that the Netherworld Palace, where even the Western Prison Tiger Guards were turned away, would give me some interesting things.”

"Commander Gu, do you think that's why?"

Gu Qijue was forced to answer, "Compared to me, Your Highness, you are better than me."

Hearing this, Abao restrained his smile.

Ever since he helped Luosha Buddha eliminate the traitorous force in Baiyujing last time, Luosha Buddha agreed to her alliance request.

The investigation into the Netherworld in South City was assisted by Rakshasa Buddha's subordinates.

It's not that she is better.

But in this imperial capital, where even the Western Prison Tiger Guards cannot control, Rakshasa Buddha can.

Thinking of this, Abao sighed secretly.

Then she took out ten portraits.

"Since you and I are investigating this Johor tribute theft case together, I will naturally share my evidence with you."

Gu Qijue clenched his hands silently under the round table.

As A Bao spoke, he spread out ten portraits in front of Gu Qijue and explained, "These are facial descriptions provided by ten people who have seen the great thief Lei Gong in the Netherworld Palace in South City. The painter then drew them based on the facial descriptions."

This painter is Xuan Changdu.

His painting skills are so superb that he can be called the magic brush of Ma Liang.

Gu Qijue frowned, his face gloomy, he lined up the ten portraits in a row, and said thoughtfully: "You mean, these ten people have similarities in their ears, eyes, eyebrows, and noses."

"Of course." Po continued, "If you pick out these similarities and reassemble them, that's what the real Great Thief Lei Gong looks like."

"Although I can't be 100% sure, I am 70 to 80 percent sure. I believe that with your ability, Commander Gu, you will be able to successfully capture the great thief Lei Gong."

"However, if we want to convict him, we still need more solid evidence."

A Bao estimated that it was almost time, so he stood up.

Gu Qijue said thoughtfully, "Is it to retrieve the lost Johor tribute?"

"That's not the case." A Bao stopped at the door of the private room on the second floor, "We need to find out the real mastermind behind this and thoroughly investigate why they stole the Johor tribute."

In his previous life, Abao attended the Lantai Night Banquet.

But in his previous life, the old emperor did not summon the envoys from the vassal states.

Moreover, the Johor tribute was not lost.

On the day of the tribute ceremony, Abao had personally seen the tribute from Johor that weighed more than ten cities.

In the streets and alleys of Daqi, in the myths passed down by word of mouth by the people.

Thousands of years ago, the deep sea returned to the abyss, and life began to fall from the sky.

The pigment made from the blood of this fallen tree can keep the colors in the painting from decaying for thousands of years.