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

Chiyan Mountain is covered with traces of wind and snow.

The young master's token was indeed very useful, and Po was able to travel smoothly into the mountain.

But this extremely high snowy mountain was different from what she had expected. It was heavily guarded and had many palaces.

The corridor in the mountain was extremely simple, with a stone staircase leading directly to the top of the mountain. When she looked up, she saw an arch bridge on the top of the mountain, connecting it to the golden palace.

As if thinking about something, Abao clenched the small wooden box in his hand and hurried to the top of the mountain.

A Bao remembered that Chiyan Mountain was a holy mountain among the barbarians.

But this palace built on the top of the mountain looked very much like the ancient painting she had seen not long ago.

In Concubine Wen's hand is an ancient painting that Yuan Qi had entrusted to her.

When she heard that she was interested in finding out why Qin Jin died tragically in Peach Blossom Valley in Northern Xinjiang? More importantly, what was the so-called truth that Yuan Qi had mentioned?

Concubine Wen handed the ancient painting to her, and she recognized it at a glance. It was the Golden Palace that she had seen with her own eyes at the bottom of Fuxian Gorge and in the mirror mirage. Empress Qi Jiang, who was sitting on the throne in the palace, had a look of compassion and mercy in her eyes.

But at this moment, the red flame golden palace was so close to her that she saw it.

The glazed golden tiles and black rock walls of the palace stand in the old forest on the top of the mountain, amid the howling wind and snow.

In the silent night, it seemed like a crypt, filled with a chill that made people dare not look directly at it.

A Bao opened the wooden box in his hand, and the broken lens lying silently in the box seemed to sense something, and two strands of blood floated in the lens.

Faintly, two strands of blood pointed to the north.

A Bao followed closely and finally found the place where the blood was pointing among the layers of palace doors.

It was a tall house made of pure iron. After she spent a long time unlocking the door, what she saw was——

Meng Guanjing was hung on the roof with his shoulder blade pierced.

His blood kept falling, drop by drop.

But the wound healed slowly so that he did not die from bleeding.

Such torture is worse than death.

The young man closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.

A Bao approached carefully with bated breath, but after smelling the breath of a living person, strange blood veins gradually appeared on the young man's neck.

"Don't be afraid. I'm here to take you home." She said softly, "Do you remember Aunt Shi? She has been waiting for you to come home."

After saying this, Abao took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and opened it.

She carefully fed the young man the blood she had prepared in advance, "Last time you drank my blood by accident..."

She remembered it very clearly, his pair of chaotic bloodshot eyes actually revealed a hint of clarity.

After a while, the young man's breathing became heavier. Suddenly, he raised his eyes angrily and looked straight into her eyes.

"...Do you remember who I am?" Po asked expectantly.

The young man was stunned for a long time, and said in a hoarse voice intermittently: "...Ah, Abao..."

Hearing this, I knew that this was not a good time to reminisce about the past.

A Bao quickly began to untie the iron chains on Meng Guanjing, "My uncle will come to pick us up! We have to leave quickly!"

After a moment, A Bao supported the staggering Meng Guanjing and hurried away in the opposite direction, following the guidance of the blood thread.

However, after a while, Abao, who was walking cautiously in the corridors of the palace, began to feel doubtful.

Although she had found an excuse, Bai Muliang agreed to let her go into the mountains.

But along the way, why didn't she see any guards of Chiyan Mountain? Everything was going too smoothly.

Could it be that her night visit had been discovered by King Ule?

And King Ule set a trap to lure her into it, waiting for her to fall into it?

A Bao, who was worried, stopped and was thinking about his next step, but he heard the sounds of women making love.

It was very close, probably just on her left, about five or six steps away.

After much hesitation, Abao decided to go and see for himself.

I deliberately slowed down my steps, crouched down and quietly moved closer to the sound, only to see it next to an old tree under the moonlight.

It was Midai, and the other person, no, it was the other two.

A back view, a side view.

It was hard to tell who it was from the back, but the silhouette was clearly King Ule.

A Bao was so shocked that he subconsciously raised his hands to cover his eyes.

After taking several deep breaths, she managed to calm down. Coincidentally, they were busy, giving her some time to leave quickly.

But the next moment she turned around, she saw Bai Muliang and the chief of Chihe - Pei Guichen standing on her escape route.

Behind me, there was a constant stream of blushing and lascivious music.

Bai Muliang, shrouded in the moonlight, had a face as cold as ice.

At this time, there was a low cry like crying, "Bai Cheng! Be gentle!"

Bai Cheng is the name of King Jialuo.

A Bao thought awkwardly: Does she know too much?

But in this situation, she is really innocent.