Don't mention the past, there are many ups and downs in life. Great literature

As if she had just sent Murong Ziyan away, she walked in before she returned to the room before she sat on her buttocks, as if she saw the other party's martial arts expression, her heart tightened, as if she knew that Yichuan had gone to the palace to see the emperor, in fact, her heart had always been a little worried, afraid that the two of them would have a conflict, but she was relieved to see Murong Yichuan come back unharmed, but seeing that the other party's face was not good, she couldn't help but worry, she didn't know what was going on, if a qiē shun lì, Then he would not have appeared in front of him in such a posture.

"You're back," said as he stood up and walked over to Ikawa.

Murong Yichuan looked at the tenderness on his face, and he nodded slightly; He didn't say anything, and went around to their bedroom, and followed behind as if he was puzzled.

Murong Yichuan pushed open the door of the bedroom, and as soon as he looked up, he was facing the two paintings on the wall, one was "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" and the other was "Snow Full of Hatred and Sunny Days", and then he was angry in his heart, if he had known that these two paintings were from Zhongli Wenjun's hand, An could have kept them forever. Great literature

Murong Yichuan walked under the painting, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he took the two paintings off the wall, because the height of the painting was not high, and Murong Yichuan himself was not short, so he could reach it as soon as he stretched out his hand.

"Why are you moving these two paintings?" She asked as if puzzled, she liked these two paintings very, very much, and didn't want others to move them, but now she saw that Murong Yichuan actually took these two paintings off the wall, so she didn't want to.

Murong Yichuan took the two paintings in his hands and said lightly; "Because I don't like it." As he spoke, he was about to tear the painting, as if he had hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed one of his hands; "I don't want you to tear them, you don't like them but you can't destroy them, I like them, I like them, do you understand?" As if holding Murong Yichuan's hand tightly, she was supposed to protect these two paintings, although it was only two paintings, but she didn't know why she had such a strong protection**. Great literature

Murong Yichuan saw that Wanru was like this, and his heart was even more uncomfortable, and he desperately broke free of Wanruo's hand; "Aren't they just two paintings? Is there anything rare for you to mess with me like this? If you like it, I'll paint you two pictures that are exactly the same. Murong Yichuan said that he wanted to tear up the painting.

It was as if he grabbed one of Murong Yichuan's hands here, and then used his other hand to snatch the painting in his hand; "You're right, it's two paintings, so do you need to destroy it, where did the painting offend you, I just like it, don't you say anything depends on me, what are you doing?" It seems to be unrelenting.

Murong Yichuan saw that his anger increased a little more, these two paintings were painted by Zhongli Wenjun, she was so protective, could he still have feelings for him? Absolutely not, I can't allow such a thing to happen, absolutely not!

Two people just tore together for two paintings, and two stubborn people didn't give in to each other.

It was the first time that he was so strong to compete with someone for something, but at this moment, Murong Yichuan's anger could not be suppressed, he had long lost the strength to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, and he forgot that he was facing a pregnant woman, in order to destroy these two paintings, he completely lost patience with her.

The more Murong Yichuan wanted to destroy the painting, and the deeper she wanted to protect it, she stretched out her two hands to snatch the painting in his hand, her only thought was that she couldn't destroy these two paintings that had been with her for so long in the hands of the other party, just when she pounced on Murong Yichuan here, Murong Yichuan was completely angry, he was just fighting with her just now, and he didn't resist her too hard, but Wanruo had to inch in, and now Murong Yichuan really lost his patience completely, so he pushed Wanruo away with a little force, However, maybe the heart was too anxious, maybe the other party's strength was too strong, and one didn't stand firm and slipped and sat on the ground.

"Like; You-" Murong Yichuan saw that he had actually pushed Wanruo down, and at this time he also realized that his strength just now was too great, and he shouldn't have pushed her, but it was too late, but when he went to support Wanruo, he still took the opportunity to tear the two paintings into several sections, and then crumpled those fragments into a big ball and threw it into the fire not far away.

As if trying to get up from the ground, she saw that her beloved painting was thrown into the fire, and somehow a few tears actually fell, and she walked to the brazier and quietly watched the two damaged paintings turn into ashes little by little.

"Why are you doing this??" Seeing that all of them turned to ashes, as if she had just turned around slowly, she looked at Murong Yichuan with a resembling forehead with mournful tears, Murong Yichuan felt guilty not because he ruined these two paintings, but because he accidentally pushed her to the ground.