In the army looking for the Emperor's help, not only Nangong Changqing, but also Rong Hong, Fu Jiu, and Bai Ze. In order to find her, almost all the South Xuanbei Xixi Chu, any one near the river bank near the Tiantian River The villages and towns all came over.

Everyone did not know that Di Fuyao was intact, and he came to Beizha to find his ancestors to take revenge.

Ye Zhongyuan dispatched all of the Sky Warriors to find Emperor Fuyao.

But because she fell down the Tongtian River, she was rushed all the way to the realm of Xi Chu, and was rescued by the Oriental Festival. No one had seen her during this period.

This led to rumors that the genius pharmacist Yao Qing was dead, spreading more and more in Nanxuan Yue.

However, Di Fuyao didn't know.

After coming out of the Eastern Festival, she had only one purpose: to find revenge on the ancestor of the wind, and then get back her Rakshasa sword!

The dragon scale horse quickly came to the gate of the imperial city.

Di Fu rocked into the carriage and helped Feng Linger to get off the carriage.

When the chief **** saw her, he immediately greeted him with a smile, "Miss Fengjia is here!"

This sharp roar made the eyes of those young ladies envious.

After all, after they came here, the chief **** gave no good looks.

Take a look at the young lady, and the chief **** laughed more immediately.

Noble birth, the courtesy is different.

Di Fu shook his eyes on the gate of this majestic imperial city.

The northern imperial city is huge, and there are hundreds of heavy soldiers at the gate of the city, all of them are military soldiers of level 5 or higher.

Not to mention entering the palace, masters like clouds.

In this regard, Digou faintly worried, "Boss, do you really want to follow Fenglinger into the palace?"

Di Fu shook his voice.

Di Gouyou was still uneasy, "I'm afraid it's easy to get in and out!"

Beicha Country, which is the most powerful country on the Bitian continent, is the emperor who commands Beibei, and is regarded as a ghost emperor by the world. Even the emperor is afraid of the emperor. It is conceivable how dangerous this imperial city should be.

"It's not a problem to go out, it's not too late to let me finish the good show before leaving."

Feng Ling'er's aphrodisiac hasn't been urged yet, how can she quit halfway.

Almost all the family ladies who came to the draft were brought by the chief **** into the palace.

The slaves of the ladies were arranged in a side hall of the harem.

Emperor Fuyao, who is Feng Linger's personal maid and Cuihua, received the solemn courtesy of Gong'e and specially arranged a separate room for her.

The slaves of the other ladies live in the same room.

Di Fuyao was so happy, but who knows that the slaves of other ladies came to her room to please her.

Emperor Fu shook upset, simply closed the door of the room, and then flipped out of the window.

Start hanging out in the palace.

This palace is different from the Forbidden City she has seen in previous lives. The palace is astonishingly large, with picturesque gardens, small bridges, blue lakes, pavilions and pavilions, and Qionglou Yuyu.

The roof of the royal palace is made of gilt purple glazed glazed tiles, which are lined with sunlight, shining with dazzling streamers, and the walls are high.

From time to time, there will be heavy soldiers patrolling, Di Fuyao successfully escaped by relying on his own body.

Walking around, Di Fuya suddenly saw a white snow-like palace standing in the southwest direction from a distance.

"The snow-white palace is so beautiful!" Di Fuya sighed sincerely.

After watching in the palace for so long, there are purple gold-like palaces everywhere, but this palace is crystal-clear everywhere like ice-casting.

When she became interested, she went in the direction of Xue Dian.

There is a promenade in the direction to the Snow Temple, and the floor of the promenade is paved with jade bricks.

Emperor Fu shook his head, and the crystal clear ground could reflect her look.

"What kind of people live here?" Di Fuyao thoughtfully.

The pure white palaces are cast with ice jade everywhere, just like a palace where the fairy lives above nine days. The flowers on the road to the Snow Temple are all pure white, the breeze is swaying, and the snow-white petals are fluttering. It is as spectacular as the white snow.

From the exterior, we can see how much the people who cast this snow palace have devoted themselves to the owners here.

"Feng Linger is still thinking about becoming the Empress of the North Bazaar. If you look at this temple, you know that the person living here must be the emperor's heart." Emperor Fu laughed and laughed. "Feng Linger is too self-righteous, She should have been brought here to take a look. The man she dreamed of was actually someone in her heart! "

Di Fu shook his eyes, and was about to turn around and leave.

Who knows, a delicate figure came out from under a plum tree.

"Who are you?" Yan Qianxue watched the imperialist Fu Yao who was disturbed by the sudden rebellion against Xue Dian.

Emperor Fu shook the woman, and immediately felt a sense of being astonished.

The woman was slender, but extremely fragile. She wore a long white dress and stood under the plum tree. Numerous snow-white petals fluttered on her like this.

Beauty, not only the picture, she is beautiful.

In particular, the delicate and delicate face, with a trace of weak illness, made people feel an urge to pity the fragrant and protect the people in Iraq.

"I'm Cuihua, the personal maid of Miss Fengjia. I entered this place by mistake, and I hope the owner forgive me." Di Fuyao pretended to be panicked.

Yan Qianxue smiled slightly, turned out to be a girl who strayed into the Snow Palace.

but……

"How do you know that I am the owner of the Snow Temple?"

"It turned out that this pure white palace was called Xuedian." Di Fuya thoughtfully, after receiving Yan Qianxue's doubtful gaze, lowered his head, pretending to be humbly explained: "I saw a crystal of snow everywhere here And looking at the girl, you are all white, and guess that you must be the master who loves snow very much. "

It's not hard to guess.

Except for the master, the other women in the palace are all wearing maid costumes.

Only this woman, dressed in a snow-white suit, had a good identity at first sight.

Yan Qianxue smiled and looked at the entrance. "I heard that the palace is lively today. Did something happen?"

"Oh, it's just the draft. The ladies from all the houses have come to the palace. It's really much more lively than before." Di Fuya knows that the harem of the North Emperor ghost is still empty, and it must be very deserted.

and many more……

Did n’t you say that there is no one in the Beisha Ghost Emperor's Harem, who is the white woman standing here?

"You said today's draft?" Yan Qianxue's eyelashes curled like butterfly wings, and her complexion was a little bit whiter than before.

Emperor Fu nodded, "Yeah."

Yan Qianxue's posture flickered, and there was a tendency to help the wind and weak willows to fall.

"Are you all right?" Di Fuya quickly reached out and supported her.

"It's okay ..." Yan Qianxue refused her support, and her exquisite face showed a bit of astringency. "You leave from the back door, don't come here next time, this snow palace, outsiders are forbidden to get involved, If they are found, they may kill them. "