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

Lord of the Netherworld? Chimei Ring?

It’s Emperor’s Uncle Feng Ran!

A Bao, filled with joy, took a deep breath to calm himself, then quietly retreated.

After a moment, she walked back to the study door and knocked gently.

After getting permission, he pushed the door open and walked in.

Gu Qijue, who was passing by A Bao, suddenly stopped.

Looking back suddenly, that white dress looked particularly familiar.

Especially the pair of eyes that I captured inadvertently just now, they are so similar.

At first glance, he thought she was really the Princess Diyang.

At this moment, I felt like I was given a warning look.

Gu Qijue raised his eyes, Pei Guichen's cold eyes frightened him.

When I thought of the discussions in various halls, they all said that Pei Guichen had taken a fancy to a plain-looking little slave girl.

It's really ridiculous, Gu Qijue said sarcastically.

Missing the real person and looking for a substitute to accompany him is just deceiving yourself.

Restraining his disdain, Gu Qijue turned around and sneered.

If Princess Diyang knew about this, how disgusted would she feel?

He was looking forward to and curious about the arrival of that day.

The study door opened and the wind and snow rushed in with a howling sound.

But as the door closed again, thick snow fell quietly to the ground.

Pei Guichen took the white chess piece between his fingers into his palm and clenched it quietly, but in an instant he was grabbed by her wrist.

He raised his eyes, and she pried his hands apart, "Change the medicine."

Tieqin Peak is already remote, and the mountaintop is even more dim in the snow.

There were only a few pitiful candle flames on the table, flickering and about to go out, reflecting her appearance as she lowered her eyes and carefully applied medicine.

Pei Guichen thought sadly, even if her calmness was like an airtight net, it almost suffocated him.

Even last night, Abao asked him how to write the four words "repeat the same mistakes"?

At that moment, the four words "repeat the same mistakes" tore out his most embarrassing past, and it was like an icicle that fixed him in place.

Thinking of this, Pei Guichen stared at A Bao.

He had to admit that she was very clever.

So, why did she enter the Black Rock Tower?

At the same time, Abao's mind was full of the treasure house between the pagoda peaks.

There are too many Iron Harp Tower, Jiawen Hall, Bronze Sword Pavilion, and Treasure Pavilions. If you sneak into them one by one to search, you may encounter the danger of the Black Rock Tower again.

But getting words out of Pei Guichen is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Fortunately, Pei Guichen has an appointment with the festival tomorrow, which gives her the opportunity to sneak into the Bronze Sword Pavilion.

Found the note in the secret room of Bronze Sword Pavilion that Mrs. Zheng mentioned.

Unexpectedly, "Tomorrow, let's go out and play together, okay?"

Hearing this, A Bao looked up in surprise.

Compared to last night, this bastard Pei Guichen's eyes were bloodshot and crazy, as if they were about to bleed.

But at this moment, it was much calmer.

But his hands were very cold, as cold as ice.

Although it was clearly a question, the man looking down at her had a look that did not allow for rejection.

The next day, the snow fell even heavier and it was exceptionally cold.

In the howling wind and snow, a team of fully armed carriages passed through the criss-crossing mountain roads, closely following the rugged and steep mountain walls, and headed straight for Tangdou City.

In the cold winter, looking around, there are only dry and withered old forests.

A Bao closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, just hoping to see Pei Guichen less.

Fortunately, after spending most of the day, I finally heard the shadow guard Vulture come to report, "Master, we have arrived at Tangdou City."

Hearing this, Abao became curious.

Half lifting the curtain of the carriage, I was surprised to see a towering castle made of solid bricks and stones, shrouded in mountain mist.

After entering the city, there are paths flanked by gables, and plank corridors stretching endlessly all the way to the main hall in the city.

Solemn bells, dull drum beats, ritual songs and music, and...

The newly appointed priest of the Mo tribe, Luozhu, was wearing elaborate priest robes and personally greeted them at the steps of the temple.

It seems that the Mo tribe really treats Pei Guichen as a distinguished guest.

Luozhu did not exchange pleasantries, but spoke briefly and to the point, saying, "Shishui Pavilion is ready, please move in, young master."

After getting off the carriage, Pei Guichen held A Bao's hand tightly.

Through the white veil blown by the cold wind, Abao could hear the excitement of the little Mo girl next to him.

"Do you know about silver thread?"

"Of course! The rarest kind is laurel wood."

"I just met the Lord of the Netherworld! I heard that many years ago, the Lord of the Netherworld personally planted a silver tree in front of the main hall of Evernight City."

"If you water the snow mountain every day, it will eventually grow big."

"The long red sandalwood box that the Lord of the Netherworld held in his hand just now contains the first silver thread that was opened this winter."

"I also heard that it was prepared for his wife."

"His wife? But the Lord of the Netherworld is not married yet!"

"You are stupid! That must mean that his sweetheart is at this festival! I guess it's Luo Qian!"

Lord of the Netherworld? Luo Qian?

A Bao frowned, and walked into the red door of the main hall and passed through the corridor.

She saw the Lord of the Netherworld standing on the second-floor corridor. He stood there with cold and stiff shoulders, wearing a black robe with dark gold mountain and sea patterns.

And under the green-faced and fanged mask of King Yama, his profile looked like an ice blade, sharp and cold.

It was like a sharp sword falling from the sky, breaking through the sinister miasma.