Darn! Rubbish! A bunch of rice buckets!

Emperor Qianyuan's face was full of anger, "Send someone to find it immediately, and be sure to find the person back." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Cao Jian received the order, with a little hesitation on his face.

"Your Majesty, if the prince of Wuwang is unwilling to come back?" Cao Jian opened his mouth to ask for instructions.

Emperor Qianyuan's eyes were cold, and he said, "Just bring people back." The implication is that as long as there is still a breath of air, nothing else will be pursued.

Hall of Beauty.

"The red face is not old and the grace is cut off first, no matter how gorgeous the palace is, the people who live in it will probably not be happy." Song Wan'er looked at everything in the palace, and her voice was very emotional.

The national teacher was checking if there was anything abnormal in the palace, and when he heard this, he said: "Wan'er girl, don't worry, the master will never let you marry His Royal Highness the Prince, the prince in the palace, as long as you don't like it, we won't marry." ”

"Hey, hey!" The national teacher laughed happily, looked at Song Wan'er energetically and said, "Wan'er girl, you happen to be the helmsman of the Qinglian Sect." ”

Song Wan'er smiled, laughing so much that the national teacher couldn't say anything next, and then she spoke: "Master, I have no problem, as long as you can convince Brother Mo." ”

When the national teacher heard this, his smile suddenly froze on his face.

Song Wan'er glanced at her unreliable master, she had already discovered something, the master seemed to know Brother Mo, there seemed to be something between the two of them that she didn't know, every time she mentioned Brother Mo, the master's face would become unnatural.

Sure enough, at the mention of Brother Mo, his ears immediately became clear.

"Okay, let's not talk about that, I think I know what the Hongyan Hall is." The national teacher diverted the topic.

"What place? Isn't it just a cold palace? Song Wan'er wondered.

The national teacher shook his head, the cold palace does not have such a style, and it is impossible for the cold palace to be so quiet.

"Look at this." The national teacher pointed to a picture scroll on the wall.

The age of the scroll is a little old, and the content on it is a little unclear, but if you look closely, you can also see that the painting on it is a woman, dressed in white and white veil, and her face has been blurred.

Song Wan'er shook her head, "I can't see my face." ”

The national teacher said: "Wan'er girl, you still have a lot to learn, don't just look at her appearance, pay attention to her clothes." ”

The style of women's clothing is very different from the current fashion, the wide-sleeved robe, but it has a bit of the style of the Wei and Jin dynasties, etc., Song Wan'er's eyes suddenly widened, a certain thought flashed in her mind, and she looked down at herself.

The national teacher said: "That's right, it's what you think." ”

When Song Wan'er heard this, her eyes widened in surprise, and she pointed to the portrait on the wall, to be precise, the woman's clothes on the portrait and said, "Master, why?" ”

The clothes on Song Wan'er's body are very elegant, and she has a very fairy temperament when she wears them, but the style of the clothes on the woman on the wall is at least five points similar to the clothes on Song Wan'er's body, which is very different from the popular women's clothing style.

The national teacher looked emotional, and he didn't expect that the master and apprentice would just walk around at will, and they would find such a secret.

"The clothes of the helmsman of the Qinglian Sect have always been passed down from generation to generation, and the style of the clothes is designed by our ancestor himself." National Teacher's Road.

In other words, the girl on the wall must have something to do with the Qinglian Sect, and maybe even the ancestor of the Qinglian Sect.

"No, it won't!" Song Wan'er looked at the portrait on the wall in surprise, although this woman looks elegant, but don't forget what kind of place this is, the palace!

"Wan'er girl, what do you think, maybe someone painted such a portrait and hung it on the wall." National Teacher's Road.

Song Wan'er made it clear that she didn't believe it, "Not only look, but also deliberately built a palace." ”

"What?" The national teacher was surprised.

"Master, look there." Song Wan'er pointed to a certain place below the portrait, where words were written, although the handwriting was blurry, but occasionally a few words could be read clearly.

“…… The Hongyan Hall was built by Qing today...... Sincerity never changes...... Xiang Huan ......" The national teacher looked at the intermittent words on the painting, and his whole face was a little red.

"Whoa!" He seemed to hear the sound of something breaking, and the slap in the face came too quickly, and the national teacher said that he was a little caught off guard, and the words he had just said to his apprentice seemed to be still in his ears, but now he found that Master Zu seemed to be the concubine of a certain emperor.

"This ...... Maybe it's true love! "The national teacher is not very confident.

Song Wan'er was silent, her own master couldn't believe it.

"Since it's the predecessor of the Qinglian faction, let's look for it again, maybe there are any useful clues." The national teacher diverted the topic and began to look carefully, checking every table and chair very carefully.

"Smack!" Song Wan'er raised her hand, but the chair under her hand couldn't withstand the force under her palm, and shattered into slag.

"Boom!" This is the wooden table that the national teacher is looking at, and he only finds that the pattern on it seems to be somewhat familiar, and it turns into a pile of debris.

"Looks like we can't find any clues from here." National Teacher's Road.

The contents of the house are obviously weathered by their age, and they will be reduced to pieces if they are moved at the slightest touch.

"Not necessarily." Song Wan'er said, her eyes looked at the only thing in the room that was still complete, that is, the painting on the wall.

As the so-called light is dark, because when you come in, you see the painting, and everyone will obviously subconsciously ignore it when they are looking for it, but when the tables, chairs, and wooden stools are weathered, it is just a paper painting that can be preserved, isn't it a strange thing?

"That's right, why didn't I think of it." The national teacher's eyes lit up when he heard this.

Song Wan'er: "Master, be careful, this painting is very old after all." ”

National Teacher: "......" apprentice said a little late, he had already started.

The national teacher looked at less than a third of the scroll in his hand, he really didn't use any strength, just touched it slightly, who knew it would be like this.

Song Wan'er's small hand gently swept the scroll that was still on the wall, and then landed on the scroll held by her master, her eyes flashing brightly.

She knew what was going on.

"Say it quickly." National Teacher's Road.

Song Wan'er stretched out her hand and swiped over the wall, and the next moment, the national teacher's eyes widened, and the painting in his hand was thrown on the ground without realizing it.

Song Wan'er's hands kept moving, gently tapping the portrait on the wall, her slender fingers seemed to be playing some kind of music, the festival became more and more pleasant, the woman's face on the wall became more and more vivid, and when the movements in her hands stopped, the image still hanging on the wall completely changed.

The woman has a beautiful face and a good temperament, holding a paper scroll in her hand, and looking at the visitor with a smile. (To be continued.) )