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

There is a corridor on each side of the altar.

Between the two is a series of stone steps built along the mountainside, starting from the Tangdou City Gate.

At this moment, Pei Guichen was holding Abao's hand and turned to walk onto the plank corridor.

They really do look like a perfect couple...haha.

The pair of black eyes hidden behind the Yama mask were extremely cold.

The little girl he thought about day and night, kneaded the clouds into clothes and cut the snow into a skirt.

A strong wind blew through the oldest flower tree in Tangdou City, and the white peach blossoms fell down, like flowers staining the hem of a skirt.

And Pei Guichen held her hand.

Inside the sleeves of the black and gold robe, the veins on the back of his hands were clenched into fists, and they were tense.

Don't take this scene too seriously, it's just a show... that's all...

He explained to himself, and suddenly, Yama's brows behind the mask furrowed in worry.

According to what Luo Qian said yesterday, there was a civil strife in Futu Mountain, and Pei Guichen massacred all those who had disloyalty towards him.

Is his Po scared?

Compared to when they parted in Jiangnan, she seemed to have lost some weight.

Suddenly, a soft sigh came out, "I heard that the master of Futu Mountain picked a little slave girl for this winter hunt."

"I thought that person was cold-hearted and emotionless."

"I never thought that I would have to bring her along to the Tangdou City ceremony."

"I guess the rumors are true."

The wind and snow blocked the light from the sky, leaving only rows of bright lights under the eaves of the corridor.

The faint light was scattered and dotted, covering the fox fur collar with fallen snow.

Amid the grand sound of bells and drums at the ceremony, a howling wind ruffled the man’s black hair.

Who could have thought that a few days ago, this pure-minded and kind-hearted master of Futu Mountain stepped over a pool of blood with a sword in hand and quelled a terrifying civil strife.

Thinking of this, Luo Qian hid his coldness and suggested with a faint smile: "Doesn't Yongye City want to try to see to what extent the Futu Mountain Master, who has been moved, can sacrifice for a mere little slave girl?"

It seems like a joke, but every word is ruthless and deadly.

Taking Abao hostage and threatening Pei Guichen was just the beginning.

Luo Qian deliberately extended this olive branch, and his ultimate goal was probably to create a blood feud between Futu Mountain and Eternal Night City.

The black eyes behind Yan Luo's mask were gloomy and cold, hiding murderous intent directed at Luo Qian.

"If you are too smart, you will die quickly."

Hearing this, Luo Qian could not hide her surprise.

The Lord of the Netherworld actually saw through her plan?

Then he heard a cold question, "Does the Candle Priest know what you did in secret?"

After he finished speaking, in Luo Qian's terrified gaze, the man in the dark gold and black robe turned around and walked straight towards the viewing stand.

And those black-clad secret guards, who were wrapped tightly, wore long swords at their waists.

It was so cold and dignified, with such a strong pressure that people dared not watch for long.

He didn't even dare to break through their human wall and approach the Lord of the Netherworld.

At the same time, through the white veil, A Bao stared at the dark and cold back that was leaving.

In a trance, did he see her? How could she see him?

Full of worries, Abao thought uncomfortably, it had been a long time since they last met, she wanted to hide in his arms and have a good sleep.

Suddenly, two familiar figures appeared in Po's field of vision.

Mr. Luo Sanye, wearing a jade crown and brocade robe, is extremely wealthy.

Also, white tea is there.

White tea?

Is it Jiangnan’s white tea? Or is it the little prince Jialuo from the winter hunt?

The princess, dressed in a white Gala dress, stood quietly beside the white jade railing, holding a hand warmer.

Abao recalled that quick glance in his previous life.

She once broke into the imperial capital for her brother and risked her life to assassinate her princess.

Goodbye after a long time.

Upon closer inspection, the twin siblings are still somewhat different.

Although Princess Baicha also has a cold and elegant appearance, she is not as beautiful as her brother, who is as beautiful as frost and snow.

And the look she gave Luo San was attentive and admiring.

The Kingdom of Galao and the Mo tribe...are indeed worth pondering.

At this time, the succession ceremony begins.

After listening to the praises for a while, A Bao distracted himself and looked at the structure of the Fuxian Palace.

I have heard that the Fuxian Palace of the Mo tribe has existed for thousands of years.

And in the strange stories she heard from her uncle Feng Ran, Fuxian Palace was once a paradise for cultivating immortals.

The immortal touched my head and gave me eternal life, and that’s how the Fuxian Palace got its name.

Later, there were loud thunder and strong winds, the sky seemed to be getting dark, and heavy rain fell. The old Taoist really ascended to heaven and became an immortal, living a free and easy life in heaven.

Not only that, she read the notes of Emperor Xianling.

When the emperor's great-great-great-grandfather was obsessed with cultivating immortals, he sent people to secretly infiltrate the Fuxian Palace in Tangdou City.

Unfortunately, after trying so hard to find out the truth, I found nothing.

The Luo family, who have held the position of priests of the Mo tribe for generations, claim to be the descendants of the old Taoist priest.

The Eight Immortals Soup used is also the so-called secret recipe for strengthening the tendons and cleansing the marrow.

However, she had seen the secret recipe of the Eight Immortals Soup that Pei Guichen had obtained in her previous life, and it was actually an evil recipe that would destroy one's own roots.

Drinking too much may even lead to premature death and ruin your life.

Which ancestor would use this kind of secret recipe on his own bloodline descendants? Are they afraid that the lineage won't end fast enough?