Hands lightly on the door, just want to luck, but did not expect the door to slowly move up by itself, until the door is all moved up, the poetry is picturesque before coming back to his senses, how is it not like last time, is it, Xuan Xuan did not close the door. Thinking of this, Shiruhua couldn't care about anything else, and anxiously wanted to find out, but he was stunned for a while.

I saw that there was nothing in the crystal clear inner room, only a dozen paintings hung on the four walls, each of which was a portrait of a woman.

Looking at the past one by one, they are all the same beautiful and refined women, as if they are fairies, dancing with wide sleeves above the clouds, the posture is leisurely, graceful, and the crane is accompanied by her, her beauty is an elegant beauty, quiet beauty, beauty of refinement, beauty does not eat the fireworks of the world.

The picturesque gaze is fixed on a painting, this is the only one that exists in the portrait of two people, one of whom looked at the past turned out to be a slumber, he was located in a sea of flowers, stroking the qin, looking at the woman's eyes full of tenderness, bright so calm, without the current coldness. And the beautiful woman danced in a field of butterflies, dancing gracefully, elegantly, and as mesmerizing as a fairy in Guanghan. Poetry and painting took a deep breath, his eyes were surprised, and his heart set off a monstrous wave, how can these women be exactly the same as that poetry is like a green long, no, it can also be said that it is exactly the same as their own appearance, just like a mold carved out, the only difference is the temperament, the temperament is very different, people can still distinguish it at a glance.

Poetry and painting with questions one by one to see the end, different postures of women show different elegance, are fascinating, poetry and painting closed his eyes and then opened, his eyes suddenly flashed, only to see several of the portraits in the lower right corner of the writing of three words, she moved forward to look carefully, suddenly shocked on the spot, the corners of the mouth twitched unconsciously, the eyes flashed with disbelief light, the heartbeat was particularly violent, it turned out to be ' Poetry and picturesque', the woman in the portrait is also called poetry, and she looks exactly like her, are these all coincidences or ...... Shiruhua didn't dare to think about it, only felt that she was about to suffocate for a period of suffocation in her chest, staggered out of the inner room, leaning against the cold ice wall and gasping rapidly, she suddenly remembered that He Liyu's expression when she named her, missing the pain, tenderness and sadness and a trace of affection, she thought it was her own dazzle, but now I think it is not her dazzled, but, the name He Liyu gave her is the person who already exists, so to speak, he He Liyu regards her as a substitute, not only He Liyun, including Xuan Xuan and the sea emperor, It's ridiculous that she thought that these people were all emotional for her, but it turned out that she was just a substitute.

The little face is pale and bloodless, poetic and picturesque at the moment only feels that her chest is very painful, stuffy, as if there is a breath of resentment in her chest, she can't breathe, the hand stroking her chest trembles slightly, she wants to laugh, but it seems to be crying, the tears are not flowing, but the heart hurts like a knife, where does a substitute come from so much pain, she only thinks she is so stupid, He Liyu's moodiness, He Liyu is sometimes gentle and sometimes indifferent, aren't these the best performances of treating her as a substitute? It's ridiculous that I was carried away by love at that time, ignoring these and trying to cater to him, just wanting him to see his efforts and love.

Shiruhua staggered out of the secret room and came directly to the main hall, raised her little face to force back the tears that wanted to fall, blinked, reached out and wiped the mist from her eyes, the more she wiped the mist, the more she cried, the tears slipped down drop by drop, her heart was pressed and almost suffocated, but it still could not make her reduce any pain, for a moment, she seemed to hear the sound of her world collapsing.

The poetry is like a picture scroll shrunk in a corner of the main hall, like a turtle that escaped back to the shell, with a pretending strong appearance to hide the fragility of his heart, a squat is a night, her legs and feet are numb, she is unconscious, tears fall and wipe dry and fall, she doesn't know how many tears she shed, but when a tall figure appeared in front of her, she, with swollen eyes like walnuts, quietly stared at the man in front of her, sneering, when did he come back?

Shiruhua sniffed, wanted to stand up but didn't expect his legs and feet to be numb, and the whole person couldn't stand and fall down, and was about to land at the moment when he was hugged by a strong and powerful big hand into his arms, thinking of the portrait in the inner room, Shiruhua struggled for a long time and pushed him away, raised his feet with a cold face and walked out of the hall, no expression could be seen on his slumped face, and he followed her and left the ancient hall.

"Don't follow me, go away, I don't want to see you." Consciousness shouted, Shiruhua turned around and stared fiercely, the hatred in his eyes made Xuan's pupils shrink slightly, and the hand that fell in the sleeve clenched tightly, clenching hard.

His eyes were dark, and his lips were pursed very tightly, which made his whole person look very cold, without the evil charm of the past, and his whole body exuded a terrible coldness.

"You went to the inner chamber and saw the portraits?" Shuffled asked coldly.

The hand that caressed his chest pressed down heavily, and Shiruhua gasped and stared at him coldly:

"Yes, I went to the inner room and saw the portrait, I didn't expect it, it turned out to be like this, how can you do this to me." The consciousness of anger filled his mind, and his heart sank.

After the poetry shouted, he turned around and ran away, quickly escaping from the sight of the slumber.

The air floated for a while, and the squirrels appeared beside Xuan Xuan, and said worriedly:

"Your Highness, is Miss Shi okay, can't she accept that the person in the portrait is her?"

"Maybe, but I really didn't expect her to break the seal, originally, I was going to tell her later, but I didn't expect ......" Shuffling looked up and sighed.

"Maybe it's providence." The deep sigh made Yu Yu frown, his eyes flashed, and he said in a low voice:

"Your Highness, last time, the poet girl carried the mermaid into the ice cave easily, and she seems to be wearing a magic weapon that can break all seals."

"Magic weapon??" His eyes cooled down, and his mind suddenly flashed to the time when Shi Rulu appeared in the cold ice cave, as if Shi Ruhua was wearing a neck ring around his neck, and his attention fell on Shi Rulu at that time and he didn't notice it, now that he thinks about it carefully, that neck ring seems to be, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he remembered that the neck ring was the life ring that the ancestor of the Snow Clan had told him.

The Ring of Birth, an energy ring that suddenly appeared thousands of years ago, can obtain endless energy for those who possess it, and, most importantly, when the Ring of Birth absorbs the blood of a person to a certain point, it can make people reborn.

Xuan Xuan's thinking turned rapidly, the poetry and picturesque was brought back by He Liyu, it was impossible for him not to know the existence of the Joy Ring, and, when he didn't remember the events of a thousand years ago, since he knew that there was a Joy Ring, he still left the poetry and picturesque by his side, his purpose was definitely not for the sake of the poetry, but, Joy Ring, thinking of this, Wonder Circle's face changed dramatically, He Liyu used the poetry and picturesqueness to nourish the Birth Ring, what did he want to do, it can also be said, what did the dead old man behind him want to do? The Ring of Life can bring people back to life, but who do they want to resurrect?

Seeing that Xuan Xuan's face was changing, he asked in a low voice:

"Your Highness, what's wrong?"

"Xiao Yu, you left Du Guang no Ye overnight and quickly contacted Shang Jiu and Zhu to tell them, you must thoroughly investigate what is hidden in the ancient hall in the capital, this time, no matter what means must be done, and also, the connection between us does not need to use an osprey, this is a soul carving, as long as you have any news and immediately engrave it on it, I will receive it here, understand?" He commanded in a heavy cold voice.

Xiao Yu saw the seriousness of the situation from his expression, and immediately said:

"Yes, Your Highness!" Putting away the soul carving, the figure disappeared into thin air.

He let out a long breath, calmed down the turmoil in his heart, and walked towards the 'Picturesque Garden'.

In the barley residence, lying in the wooden barrel and bathing in cold water, the barley was hot all over her body at the moment, like a fire, hot, her delicate skin was dyed with palpitating red, her charming face was covered with a spring, her eyes were slightly narrowed, her small tongue licked her dry lips from time to time, her hands wandered uncontrollably, and her mouth let out a low moan, she didn't know why it happened,

The emptiness in her heart and the itching of her body threatened to break down, and the moans of her delicate lips echoed in the silent room.

The door was opened silently, and a fierce cold wind blew into the door when it was opened, rolling through her hot skin, so that the sinking woman woke up violently, and looked at the person who came in in with a dazzle of eyes, and exclaimed unspeakably, the whole person was submerged in the bathtub, leaving only the head to stare at the person who came in, suddenly, another hot heat surged out of the body, and the sober eyes were once again buried by the blazing **, trying to restrain it, but still couldn't stop the rushing heat, she gasped.

"Woo Yi, how does it feel to be 'flattering'? Do you want a man? Standing in front of the bathtub, smiling wickedly, the taunt flowing in her eyes embarrassed her a little, knowing that she was controlled by drugs, but she still couldn't stop moaning, couldn't stop the desire in her heart.

"You're so despicable, what's in it for you?" She said intermittently, her face was already red and angry, and her hands felt hot when she put them on it.

"Haven't you always coveted Your Highness, if you break your body, look at what face you still have to see Your Highness, a dirty woman is not worthy of carrying shoes for His Highness." The beard looked at her haughtily, and the pleasure of revenge surging in her eyes made her heart tremble.

"If you really do this, I will definitely not help you." Bei Yan gritted her lips and struggled to restrain the waves of heat inside her body.

"Hahaha, you don't help me, you have that right, merman, the most humble existence, Woo Yi, you not only have to help me, but also, you have to enjoy the pleasure that men bring you." As he spoke, he patted his hands lightly, and a figure flashed in, and the woman raised her misty eyes to look, and her heart was about to break.

"Ah Lang, haven't you always liked General Rou, and now, your favorite woman is in dire straits, you have to rescue her, understand?" An evil light flashed in his dark blue eyes, and he stretched out his hand as white as jade and gently patted Ah Lang's shoulder