"Maybe it's nostalgic."

Yin Su muttered to himself, because he had sneaked in, and he didn't move those old clothes anymore, and only hurried to search when he tried not to disturb the way things were.

She paced against one wall to inspect, her eyes searching carefully for places where the scrolls might be hidden. The box and lock cabinet are the focus, the furniture such as embroidered piers, painting cases, and soft chairs are neatly placed, and the face is clean and natural and cannot hide anything.

The makeup is also an old style, the wood is thick, and the specific wood cannot be seen, but the handwork used is meticulous and exquisite, which is considered to be the best work in the daily home. Similar to the structure of ordinary makeup, the makeup in front of it is basically composed of a bronze mirror and a set of tiled dressing tables, surrounded by intricate patterns and carvings.

There is a layer of wooden makeup box between the bronze mirror and the dressing table, and the two doors on the front side have two built-in drawers each, and there is a copper buckle notch in front of the drawer but it is not locked. Yin Suwen originally wanted to find such a place, and carefully opened and closed all the drawers and checked them, but unexpectedly found that there were only a few valuable jewelry in the drawers, which were beautiful and delicate, but they were not what she wanted.

If there is anything unusual inside, it is that a concentric buckle hidden in one of the drawers is quite special. The concentric buckle is not rare, it is probably a beloved token of a woman in the boudoir, take the two strands of hair of the lover and weave them in one place, the red thread passes through the black hair to form a heart word, and the end is decorated with a heart-to-heart jade pendant I think that I can really tie the two together forever. The concentric buckles in front of him are ingenious, looking like a strand of black hair and a strand of brown hair are entangled.

For a while, I remembered the juvenile tour. Yin Suwen, who was indulged in Zhang Shaoqing's side, also made such an innocent and affectionate move. The concentric clasp formed by the twin hairs was nowhere to be found, and she shook her head helplessly to force herself to take that little regret back to the bottom of her heart, and then turned her gaze away.

After searching for the rouge gouache and gold hairpins placed in an orderly manner on the dressing table, they are all ordinary things, and I lost interest for a while, and when I landed on the bronze mirror, I was rare to be curious. The bronze mirror is polished and smooth, at first glance, it seems to be an ordinary mirror embedded in the makeup, and when I cover my hand, I find that the mirror is actually flexibly controlled by movable wooden rafters, so that the mirror body can not only move back and forth, but also split the left and right halves of the mirror when moving.

The mirror that came out of the split screen was slightly tilted and reflected on the half of the wall behind the right, and Yin Suwen, who was still curious, glanced at it inadvertently, but his hand immediately froze in place and couldn't move.

Is there anyone else in the secret room?

She closed her eyes abruptly and coughed lightly, although she didn't get up rashly, but the strength of her body had instantly gathered in her palm, and she was always alert to the movement behind her. A moment later. It's still quiet. There was not even the slightest sound, and Yin Suwen let go of all the five senses, and indeed he did not detect the slightest sound of the breathing and footsteps of the living.

I reopened my eyes and carefully rotated the bronze mirror to the exact position, and when I looked closely, I realized that it was just a false alarm. In the mirror, the figure of a woman in colorful clothes appeared, like a real person hiding in a corner at first glance. If you look closely, you can see that it is actually hanging on the wall, a picture of the same height as a real person. The portrait is located in a place where the cold light is not very clear. At first, it was hidden in the shadows and did not attract attention. After the reflection of the bronze mirror of the candlestick, the original brightly colored figure has vaguely become a real person.

Yin Suwen breathed a sigh of relief, and while secretly laughing at his own grass and trees, he carried the candlestick and walked around the closet to look at the portrait. After all, it's a bit creepy to have a life-size portrait hidden in this dark room.

The flame of the candlestick jumped a few times and finally stopped at the top of the portrait, and the next moment the portrait shook gently and automatically with the wind, and Yin Suwen immediately stopped walking and stopped approaching. As if sensing the light source near that point, the portrait that was originally hidden in the shadows suddenly glowed from top to bottom as if it had been reborn, accompanied by a rustling sound like insects and ants, and the portrait progressed from dark to light like the sparkling surface of the water, and finally flickered and brightened without any light.

When the portrait moved, Yin Suwen had already cautiously taken a few steps back in a defensive posture, and only calmed down again when everything was quiet again.

"Heh, it turned out to be Jin Shuosha."

Masters have their own style of writing and painting, and in order to show their unique style, they often find another way to do some maverick creative moves, so as to highlight their uniqueness. For example, Yin Suwen knows that when Li Xiuming paints, he will use some unusual brush materials from time to time, or he can change multiple colors or hide the handwriting.

Looking at the painting in front of you, when you are close to the heat source, you can change from dark to light in an instant to change into a brilliant multicolored primary color, which is not an evil attack, but just the use of more precious golden sand when painting. Regarding this magical object that can be used as both medicine and materials, Yin Suwen had only heard about it when he was chatting with Li Xiuming, and he couldn't help but be amazed when he really saw it at this time.

Yin Suwen's surprise had not had time to retract, but the next moment he fell deeper and deeper when he looked at the portrait. She took a closer look at the smiling figure on the portrait, and the beauty was amazing, not someone else, but the strangest and most familiar person to her.

The painting depicts a woman with high sideburns, a light sweep of her eyebrows, deep eye sockets, and a small and tall nose bridge, which shows at a glance that she is not from the Central Plains. A little red flower on the forehead, the red lips seem to be captured by the painter on the painting paper when he is about to speak, obviously a smiling posture but the smile makes people sad, a little joy, a little sadness and a little smart and naughty.

She is beautiful, even Yin Suwen, who is a woman, can't help but feel uplifted when she sees such eyebrows. The corners of the painted clothes seem to fly lightly in a gust of wind, and the wind accidentally falls into the eyes of the person looking at the painting through the back of the paper, causing tears to come.

The clothes worn by the woman do not look like things in the palace, and the person who painted the painting deliberately blurred her age and identity, only retaining the original charm of the characters, no inscriptions, no words, and even a little background decoration as a foil. That is the mother she misses, the princess of Loulan who will live forever in the legend. (To be continued.) )