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

In the summer resort outside the imperial capital, the snow on the Nanshan Mountain has melted, the water is gurgling, and the grass and trees are thriving.

But the underground cell was dead silent.

The night is about to fade away, and a line of white light appears faintly in the sky.

After waiting for so long, isn't Pei Guichen coming?

Abao and Wanwan, who were squatting in the corner, stretched lazily and looked at the dungeon door where Liu Qiqi was imprisoned.

It seems that her guess was correct - Pei Guichen wanted Liu Qiqi to kill Zhao Chuance in the first place, and he was preparing to let Liu Qiqi expose her identity.

A discarded pawn is indeed not worth Pei Guichen's risk to save.

But the portraits in the secret room of Zhenguo Temple are not important enough? A Bao looked around and once again looked at the portrait of a man in a dark blue brocade robe hanging in the middle of the dungeon.

These days, she suspects the portrait has two layers.

I tried various methods, including investigation and testing.

Some even speculated that the portrait was painted with special paint and contained hidden secret text.

She cut out a small piece of the portrait and tried to heat it with candlelight, fumigate it with medicinal mist, and wipe it with a wet cloth, but to no avail.

And the black spot on the right ear, she was sure it was an old scar on the right ear of the man in the portrait.

Therefore, I became more familiar with the man's appearance.

"Your Highness, if Liu Qiqi doesn't speak, shall we torture her?" Wanwan was eager to try.

Hearing this, A Bao looked at Liu Qiqi in the dungeon thoughtfully.

Liu Qiqi, who was tied up with iron chains, seemed to be aware of something and looked at A Bao through the iron cage.

That sinister look made Abao and Wanwan shudder.

"Torture her." A Bao said indifferently, "Tell her everything she knows about Bai Muliang."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Haixi sent a feather arrow wrapped in a letter tube, "It's the leader of the Pei family's shadow guards, Vulture."

A Bao subconsciously alerted: "Is it poisonous?"

"It has been tested and is non-toxic." Yan Haixi said sternly: "As for the Shadow Guard Vulture, we have also sent people to chase him."

Hearing this, A Bao took out the letter from the quiver, and saw Pei Guichen's sharp handwriting.

He said he wanted to see her in the pavilion on the top of the mountain in this summer resort.

Exchange a secret for the portrait in the secret room of Zhenguo Temple in her hand.

Yan Haixi said coldly: "Lure the tiger away from the mountain?"

"No matter what his intention is, he won't appear in this dungeon trap." A Bao angrily crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it into the brazier.

"But the tiger guards in ambush will not withdraw for the time being."

Hearing this, Yan Haixi asked in a deep voice: "Send another team of tiger guards to ambush at the pavilion on the top of the mountain?"

"The Tiger Guards were sent to Pei Guichen just to practice their skills. You just need to ambush in the dark." What's more, when A Bao thought of the pavilion on the top of the mountain, he suddenly had a premonition that Pei Guichen might not intend to use his sword this time.

A moment later, at the pavilion on the top of South Mountain.

As Po climbed up the mountain breathlessly, the glazed tiles of the pavilion sparkled.

There were bamboo curtains hanging on three sides, and on the only remaining rolled-up curtain, she saw a guqin at a glance.

This scene reminded her of her previous life.

Suddenly, a cold and noble white robe caught her eye. After Pei Guichen sat down at the piano table, he looked at her silently, as if thinking about something.

The morning light poured down, and under his long, cold fingers, the strings of the zither were played into a familiar tune.

The chirping of birds, the gentle breeze, and the fresh fragrance of plants and flowers in the Summer Resort...

Everything was quiet and peaceful, as if melting the blood between them.

Abao walked into the pavilion step by step.

A cold light flashed in her sleeves, and with a sharp sound, she stabbed the dagger that could cut through iron like mud into the guqin with all her strength.

The taut string was suddenly broken, causing Pei Guichen's hands, which were playing the piano, to be bruised red on the back.

Ah Bao said coldly: "Mr. Pei is not a prostitute, so there is no need to play the zither."

Pei Guichen stared at the blood on the back of his hand flowing down the piano, and recalled in a hoarse voice: "You used to like it very much. You also liked the scenery of this Nanshan Pavilion."

Hearing this, A Bao's eyes became even colder, "Are you trying to reminisce about the past?"