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

The sixteenth year of Zhaowu, the Ghost Festival.

Hymns were chanted in the dim candlelight of the Huangji Hall where ancestor worship was being offered.

When the fragrant, grand and lively ceremony came to an end, the emperor and empress left the palace together, unaware that their little princess, the delicate and pretty little girl who had been hiding away to read storybooks, was now sleeping soundly in a cabinet in a side hall.

Suddenly, a soft breeze blew by.

The little girl, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly felt that she was held firmly by a pair of big hands. She even vaguely saw a tall, strong and unruly black shadow.

Although he looked ferocious, his movements were gentle and careful.

The shadow even knew that she was afraid of the dark.

After placing her on the soft couch that had been warmed by the sun and carefully tucking in the corners of the quilt for her, the dark shadow suddenly lit the candle on the crane stand beside the couch.

Sleepiness swept over him, and the little dumpling, who should have been in a deep sleep, was awakened by curiosity.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and tried hard to open them.

Unexpectedly, a gentle and beautiful woman came and stood in front of her couch.

The two looked at each other, and the little girl asked softly, "Who are you?"

The gentle beauty rubbed her little head lovingly, smiling with bright and clear eyes: "Wow! Uncle, look! It turns out that little Dumpling can see me."

At this moment, Little Dumpling was surprised to find out.

In the bright candlelight of the crane rack, the ferocious and terrifying black shadow turned into a man in black robe.

Moreover! He is more handsome than her father.

The speaking voice is also very nice!

"Perhaps it's because of the Zhongyuan Festival that the little girl strayed into this place by mistake." The black-robed man fastened the fox fur belt for the beauty and suggested in a deep voice, "Shall we send her back?"

The little girl tilted her head in confusion, and the gentle beauty gently pinched her little face. "Now that you are here, little girl, do you want to go out for a walk? It's fun here~"

After hearing this, the little girl instantly became happy.

But in a flash, the heavy sandalwood bronze door of Huangji Palace was easily pushed open by the gentle beauty with one hand, and then they teleported to another place like in a strange story.

However, from what we see now, the storybook fails to depict even one-third of it.

The Yellow Springs is mysterious, beautiful and magical. Little Dumpling blinked in surprise. The shimmering aurora, the Yellow Springs underworld, and the bright red flowers of the other shore were all right before his eyes. It was like Xuanwu Street on New Year's Eve, with lights and decorations, a constant stream of people, and endless shouting.

A play was being performed on the flower stage, and a huge stone was being broken on the street...

The Yellow Spring, which seemed both far and near, and the lotus lanterns that came from nowhere, seemed to have some kind of induction and floated along the water flow towards the people waiting on the shore.

The little girl smiled and said, "My parents gave it to me!"

"I have one too! It was made by my wife herself!" The scholar said distressedly, "She is not good at these. I wonder how many nights she has spent making this lantern."

The old man with gray beard laughed foolishly: "My son just died a few days ago. Counting the days, he should cross the Naihe Bridge and come to our place on the seventh day. I will pick him up at the city gate later! Oh, I haven't seen him for more than 30 years. I don't know if you can recognize him."

The little girl, who was held by the black-robed uncle, asked softly, "Sister Wenrou, my dream is so strange, but so fun!"

Hearing this, Sister Wenrou smiled, raised her hand, and touched her brow with her fingertips.

She felt a warm touch and there seemed to be a layer of hazy mist around her, but it quickly dissipated.

At this time, Sister Wenrou was very excited: "Today is the Zhongyuan Festival, which is the busiest time in Huangquan Fengfu! Little Tuanzi, you came at the right time! It is really going to be fun!"

Roasted chicken with taro paste, rice dumplings with fermented glutinous rice, glutinous rice cakes...

Following sister Wenrou, eating, shopping and having fun.

They came across a dessert shop next to a silvery old tree at the corner of the street.

Sister Wenrou asked: "Fruit wine and candied haws! Do you want some small dumplings? They taste exactly the same as the ones sold at Xu's Candied Haws Shop on Xuanwu Street!"

"Yes! Yes! I want to eat!!" The little dumpling was lying on the shoulder of the uncle in black robe, staring at the dazzling array of sweet soups in the counter and nodding wildly, but was rubbed on the head by an uncle.

Oh, why do you like to rub her little head?

As soon as I raised my eyes, my complaints were instantly abandoned.

Wow, this tall uncle in a navy blue robe!!

Sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, so beautiful!

Little Dumpling was secretly surprised. If this was the underworld, could he be the Black Impermanence? But why didn't the Black Impermanence wear a black robe? Just like the black-robed uncle who had held her all the way.

Never mind, it’s just a dream anyway.

Uncle Black Impermanence also gave her a beautiful little stone as a bracelet, which would tinkle, like a little tune to lull her to sleep.

It would be great if the dream came true! Little Dumpling was overjoyed: She would definitely show off to her brother!

But when they were leaving the dessert shop, Uncle Hei Wuchang suddenly asked, "This year, the ninth level of the Hell of Fire has sent another message. Are you still not going to see him?"

In the sudden silence, little Dumpling curiously discovered that the uncle in black robe holding her was very cold.

And sister Wenrou looked at a mountain far away.

"Sister Wenrou, where is that?"

The gentle elder sister who was always happy to answer her questions along the way was distracted for a long time, and suddenly, she murmured: "... Little Dumpling, that is the eighteenth level of hell."

"It's where the bad guys are locked up, the Eighteen Levels of Hell? It's written in the book that the Eighteen Levels of Hell are very scary!" The fearless little girl even had sparkling eyes and was eager to try: "Sister Wenrou, can I take a look?"

After she finished speaking, Sister Wenrou rejected her.

"You're not afraid, little ball. But no. It's dangerous there. You're still young."

"Besides, it's very far away..."

Very far? Not far at all!

The confused little girl hugged the black-robed uncle's neck and looked hard at the huge black mountain shrouded in clouds and mist. She could clearly see the ferocious beast head on the black iron gate.

But Sister Wenrou and Uncle Black Robe were both very surprised.

The uncle in black robe is even more nervous?

why?