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

"Young Master, do you want to see Master Pei?"

Shitou handed over some hot ginger soup to ward off the cold, but saw his young master standing in front of the glass mirror, deep in thought.

After hesitating for a long time, Shitou asked, "Young Master is here, what are you thinking about?"

Bai Zhe remained silent, looking down at the muddy swamp where he had been stuck half an hour ago.

I never paid close attention to the two winter hunts I was invited to the first time.

Unexpectedly, Princess Abao's plan allowed him to personally experience winter hunting.

This is what it feels like, humiliation, irritability, anger...

But when he regained his royal status in Garo, that muddy swamp seemed so small that it was not worth mentioning.

After a long silence, a corner of the frozen ice shattered.

"The old priest of the Mo tribe must be traveling here for the golden sands of Peacock Beach." When the dry season arrives, it is the best time to pan for sand in the deep valley of Xiatan.

It’s just that the secret method of sand panning that Pei Guichen gave last year was extremely useful.

The premise is that there is no need for the Mo people to use more lives to fill the Golden Beach Valley, so there is naturally no need to make concessions to the Mo people.

"But Pei Guichen is very likely to take this opportunity to exchange the Peacock Beach for greater benefits."

Hearing this, Shitou scratched his head in confusion: "Hasn't the majority of the profits from Peacock Beach already gone to the Pei family? Pei Guichen wants more? He's too greedy!"

Bai Zhe looked at the miasma under his feet and said, "That's the Pei family's profit. It's not Pei Guichen's."

Shitou didn't understand: "Young Master, do you mean that Master Pei wants to leave the Pei family and set up his own family?"

Bai Zhe recalled the usual tactics of his old enemy Pei Guichen, and looked into the cold eyes of the glass mirror, revealing a shameless person: "It would be time-consuming and laborious to set up a new company. It would be better to replace it, which is as easy as pie."

Shitou suddenly realized: "Master Pei wants to wipe out the other forces of the Pei family and establish his own one-man show?"

After saying this, the young man seemed to have his Ren and Du meridians opened up, and he said in surprise: "So this year's winter hunt is the Hongmen Banquet!!"

"Master! Are you going to show up?"

This question made Bai Zhe silent again.

If he showed up at this moment, Pei Guichen would definitely guess that Princess Abao was also in this mountain.

Echoing in my ears, she murmured innocently at the moment when they were forcibly separated, "The side master and the wife master, we share honor and disgrace, life and death together."

"So, Baibai, you understand, right? Which words should be said, and which words should not be mentioned at all."

Her warning reminded him of something.

"Hide this matter. Until..." Bai Zhe's expression was cold, "I saw clearly the odds of Pei Guichen and Princess Abao winning or losing."

If at this point he still had no suspicion of Princess Abao, he would be as stupid as a pig and extremely foolish.

But when did Princess Abao start to be wary of his ulterior motives?

Outside the western border, many small countries find it difficult to protect themselves.

The Mo tribe, which was controlled by the Pei family, is a bloody lesson for us.

Pei's sword pointed at the imperial throne in the Taiji Hall, but how could the Xuanyuan Emperor be a dying beast? Would he surrender?

If the Kingdom of Galao wants to survive in the cracks, it must judge the situation and be cautious at every step.

Shitou understood, but after accepting the offer, he became worried: "Young Master, are you going back to that dungeon full of slaves? If the young mistress knew, she would be very sad."

"I'm curious about how Princess Po escaped from the dungeon."

Bai Zhe really wanted to see it with his own eyes.

Half an hour later, A Bao stood beside the bed, staring at the purple-robed young man, Mr. Luo San, who had woken up.

"Keep calm, otherwise your blood fire will be strong and the poison will rush straight to your heart along with your blood. Even if I have the antidote, I can't save you." Ah Bao crossed his arms and stared at Master Luo San who was about to call for help with anger. He said calmly, "If you don't believe me, feel it carefully."

"Are you feeling dizzy? Blurred vision? Chills all over? Panic and shortness of breath?"

Master Luo San, whose eyes turned blue from the beating, stopped in shock!

"What kind of poison did you use on me?!" How could he, a priest of the Mo tribe, be poisoned by this little girl?! If he told others about it, wouldn't the tribes in Western Xinjiang laugh at him?! He couldn't even feel the slightest poison.

This poison is used too cleverly? !

A Bao pretended to be mysterious and said: "I know that the priests of your tribe have been taking the Eight Immortals Soup to nourish their bodies since childhood, so I made this poison specifically for you."

She used a golden needle to draw three cups of his blood.

I just don't believe it. This Mr. Luo San has no headache, no blurry eyes, and no cold at all.