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

At the same time, in Wancheng, Xinjiang, under the night sky.

The battle is about to break out at Qingtian Pass, but this important place where the wealth of Western Xinjiang is gathered is still as quiet and peaceful as an ordinary night under the garrison of Zhenxi Army.

The only things there were were the library and the private room on the third floor with a wooden sign saying "Closed for rest".

The whole room was as cold as ice. Liu Qiqi, the concubine of Prince Zhao, who was dressed in a gorgeous dress, knelt in the middle of the box trembling with fear, not daring to look up at her own eldest son.

White mist lingers in the agate iris fragrance cage.

The clear tea soup rolled and gurgled with hot steam.

The young man in white robe calmly added two salted plums into the boiling clay pot.

The quieter it was, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop, the more confused Liu Qiqi became.

What exactly does this Mr. Pei want to do?

Suddenly, the young man in white robe said in a deep voice: "When it snows in the middle of winter in Wancheng, the jujube trees are in full bloom. Pick the jujube trees and dry them in the sun, then add these salted plums..."

As if chatting, the young man in white robes took a clay pot and poured a cup of cooked Tangmei tea, then pushed it across the tea table and said casually: "This tea is unique. Try it."

Hearing this, Yuan Chenji, who had regained his consciousness, smiled innocently, "Young Master, you actually made tea for me personally? You are so condescending, you are shortening my life!"

The young man in white robe had a slightly fierce look in his eyes, but when he looked up from the cup of hot tea to the elder across from the tea table, he had regained his composure and said, "Shorten your lifespan? Did you do something wrong that deserves death? Otherwise, why would I kill you before I mastered the secret technique?"

When their eyes met, the elder Taoist felt a chill down his spine.

He deliberately concealed the soul shackles of Mingjingtai in order to remove the obstacle.

If the princess of Daqi had not accidentally stumbled into the Mirror Stand, the never-ending mirage there would have been enough to exhaust his soul and trap him to death.

But, Emperor Tiansheng came back alive that day.

At this moment, he was being threatened openly and covertly.

His mind raced, and the elder smiled flatteringly: "Young Master, I am loyal to the Pei family! I dare not hurt you in the slightest!"

"But I never expected that the soul shackles of the Mirror Stand would still be so powerful after a thousand years! And the suppressed Xianzhi is so cruel and terrifying!" After a pause, the elder smiled humbly, pretending to take credit: "But after this incident, it can be seen that the divination I read for you, young master, was really accurate!"

"It's a disaster from heaven, but it's destined that there will be a noble person who can help you!"

Hearing this, the young man in white robe stroked the red bean necklace on his wrist thoughtfully, but he remembered her figure in the sea of ​​fire and strong wind, trying desperately to save King Feng Ran.

Once again, the silence that felt like snow scraping my bones...

In his previous life, he promised her that he would make a red bean necklace for her as a birthday gift.

But he had to admit that Po might not want it at all now.

After a long while, the cold eyes of the young man in white robe were comparable to the cold sword edge, "When will the secret technique be completed?"

Hearing this, the elder Taoist laughed and said jokingly, "Two months."

Hearing this, the window that was rattling in the wind and snow, a wisp of intoxicating flower fragrance floated in with the cold wind. The white-robed young man's eyes became even colder: "If the string and weaving plant are lost, can it still be used as a magic?"

Serving the emperor for a long time, occasionally, the elder Dao still felt fear from the eyes of this young man in white robe. However, when he thought of the earthquake in the western border, it was already done.

It brought him an unexpected surprise.

This confinement will soon be freed.

After a moment of silence, the elder Dao forced out a mysterious smile and said, "With Xi Tu, I, the old man, have my own way to make you, the eldest young master, get what you want."

Before he finished speaking, the sound of a night watchman was heard from the street.

Dawn is approaching and the sky is dim.

The elder Taoist hid his sneaky smile and still looked like an old naughty boy: "If you have no other instructions, I will rush back to the mountain now."

The burning charcoal basin had sparks flickering.

The dead silence in this elegant box was tacit consent.

After watching the elder Taoist leave the box, the young man in white robe swept his sharp fingers across the edge of the teacup, and suddenly, he looked sternly at Liu Qiqi who was still kneeling in the box.

"Liu Qiqi, who are you?"

The voice of the young man in white robe was thin and cold, like a razor blade.

As for Liu Qiqi, who was being asked the question, she had already intuitively felt that death was approaching during the long and anxious wait just now.

Cold sweat slowly seeped out of his palms, and Liu Qiqi lowered his head, puzzled.

She has always concealed it very well, so why did Mr. Pei suspect her?

Since he already doubted her loyalty, why did the eldest son meet the elders and say it in front of her?

Holding her breath and concentrating, Liu Qiqi quietly clenched her fists in her sleeves and pretended to be respectful, "This servant's master has always been the eldest young master."

Hearing this, Pei Guichen in white robe looked even colder.

"If that's the case, then - kill Zhao Chuance and marry him to the Huomo tribe."

After receiving this order, Liu Qiqi became even more doubtful.

Could it be that the eldest master did not doubt her? Was she overthinking?

After racking his brains but still unable to come up with a solution, Liu Qiqi trembled and tried to probe: "I have spent many years to finally collect evidence of the Zhao Palace's treasonous dealings with the Mo tribe. Now, if you use the Mo tribe's name to kill the Zhao prince, won't all your efforts go to waste?"

Before she finished her words, Liu Qiqi suddenly felt that the gaze cast on her was very heavy.

The eldest son calmly asked, "What did I just say?"

Liu Qiqi hesitated and repeated, "Kill Zhao Chuan Ce and frame the Huo Mo tribe."

Before she finished her words, she realized that the eldest master was very dissatisfied with her for talking too much.

Liu Qiqi immediately changed her words: "I understand."

And the shadow guard Vulture watched Liu Qiqi take the order and leave.

"Master, are you really going to let her go?" Vulture was worried.

But the eldest son of the family just stood up with a cup of freshly brewed Tangmei tea, and suddenly pushed open the window facing the street, and heavy snow fell in his face.

In the freezing cold, Liu Qiqi got on the carriage and returned to Prince Zhao's mansion.

"Why get angry over a dead person?" The young man in white robe placed the hot tea in his hand by the window.

The snow fell into the tea soup and melted away in an instant.