"It's the booklet that Lan'er gave to herself before she died." The emperor stood up excitedly and went straight to his bedroom, he trembled his hands slightly, took out the booklet in the dark compartment of the dragon collapse carving, and sure enough, he found the same character.

"Is Lan'er back?" He held the painting, and the illusion of a world away tickled him.

"Let's go, go to Jian Yunzhai."

Chen Jia found that her painting was missing, and immediately asked Peony, but Peony said that she didn't pay attention. Let Ruoyun ask the palace maids, and several palace maids said they didn't know.

"Is there a thief in the palace?" Chen Jia shook her head helplessly, "I'm really worried, anyway, no one has seen my past life, what am I afraid of?" Left is just a strange picture. ”

"Ruoyun, did you paint this picture?" The emperor stepped into Jian Yunzhai's living room and asked Ruoyun excitedly.

"Father, why are you here?" Seeing that his father came to see him, Ruoyun thought that his marriage had eased, and greeted him in surprise.

"The son has seen his father."

Chen Jia also reacted on the side, and hurriedly said a blessing.

According to Ruoyun, the emperor is over fifty years old, but he is well-maintained, and he looks like he is only in his forties.

"Who are you?" When the emperor saw Chen Jia for the first time, he saw that her eyebrows were picturesque and her demeanor was outstanding, unlike ordinary palace maids.

"The benevolent county lord of Shenghe Kingdom sees Emperor Li Sheng, I wish the emperor long live and be blessed!" Chen Jia didn't kneel, anyway, he was not the emperor of his own country.

"Oh. Flatten! It turned out to be her, but he heard Ruoyun mention it.

After the emperor finished speaking lightly, he opened the painting in his hand and turned to Ruoyun. "Ruoyun. Did you draw this? ”

Chen Jia was also a little puzzled when he realized that this was the painting he had lost, and he was panicked, "How did the painting get into the hands of the emperor?" ”

"Back to my father, this painting is not painted by his son." She looked back at Chen Jia and knew that it was Chen Jia's handiwork. "It was painted by Chen Jia, the lord of Renai County."

"Is that you?" The emperor looked at Chen Jia, as if he wanted to search for something on her face. But apparently he was disappointed.

"I painted it." Chen Jia said calmly, there shouldn't be anything rebellious about this painting, right?

"What are you drawing?"

"It's the world in Chen Jia's dream. I slept in the palace last night and didn't sleep well. I dreamed of these things, and today I remembered them and drew them. Chen Jia has to admire her ability to make up stories, no way, it can't be said to be the world of her previous life.

"A dream last night? Did the woman in the painting also dream last night? ”

The woman in the painting is Chen Jia's appearance in her previous life. Of course, she wouldn't say that it was her past life. Look at the emperor like this. It seems to be similar to one of his old friends.

"It's the woman who fell asleep last night, and she seems to be living happily. Smiling at me all the time. After Chen Jia finished speaking, she felt that she was about to get goosebumps, but fortunately, this was herself in her previous life, if she was someone else, would she be frightened by the ghost stories she made up.

"Lan'er, are you borrowing her hand to give me a dream?" The emperor muttered to himself, fell into deep thought, and sighed for a long time.

And he said, "Then what do you mean by these characters?" ”

"I saw it in a dream. Chen Jia didn't understand the meaning, and Chen Jia had never seen it before. Most of the dreams have been forgotten. Chen Jia didn't want to go farther and farther. She was thinking that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to persuade the emperor to marry Ruoyun! Besides, it's a language, and if you say it, you'll become a demon.

"But I've seen it."

Nani? Chen Jia couldn't believe her ears. She looked up nervously, her face pale.

Unexpectedly, Emperor Li Sheng just handed a booklet to Chen Jia. "Look at this, do you think of anything?"

Chen Jia subconsciously took the booklet, just looked at the cover of the book, and was surprised to find that this was one of the treasure maps.

She tried her best to hide her excitement, took a deep breath, opened the book tremblingly, and quickly browsed a few pages, Chen Jia realized that this should be the next volume of the oral map, so Jiang Wenhan had the first volume in his hand. But it was very difficult for her to memorize these things, how could she keep this booklet for even one day, and let her copy it?

"Can you let me stay and see, Chen Jia wants to see more, whether I can find the law."

"Take it! If you can still dream of her, sue her, I miss her! The emperor said softly. The gaze is far away and long, and it is clear that it is an endless longing for a lover.

Is it his concubine? The Jiang family's brochures were passed on at the moment of death, Chen Jia originally thought that one of the emperor's parents was a descendant of the Jiang family, but now it seems that the concubine should be the last descendant of the Jiang family.

Chen Jia flipped through the pages of the book again and found that the password was also written on the first page of the book. It seems that the descendants of this vein Jiang family are indeed extinct. I really have a fate with the descendants of the Jiang family, otherwise I wouldn't have thought that this booklet would be in the royal family of Li Shengguo until I died.

Is there a plan for it?

Or are there two mysterious big hands manipulating this qiē?

"The emperor can rest assured, if he can still dream of it, Chen Jia will definitely tell her that the emperor has never forgotten her. But Chen Jia came to Li Sheng this time to ask the emperor for his second brother Cheng Dong, and asked the emperor to fulfill the two of them. ”

"Let's discuss this matter again, if you can still dream of her, you can also draw the dream, and I should keep a thought." The emperor was a little hesitant, but his face was not very ugly, and Chen Jia didn't say much.

But is this to put yourself under house arrest and specialize in being a painter?

"Okay." Let's say yes. Isn't it just painting? Draw a few more pictures to make him happy, and it will be regarded as a dowry.

In the next few days, Chen Jia painted a total of three paintings, three pictures about his past life, outings, work, and hospitals. is an explanation to the emperor, and more importantly, she can recall her previous life, and she can't help but spend her mother and younger brother on it.

If you can't draw any more, if you draw it again, you'll die. If he doesn't let himself go after painting death, Chen Jiazhen is ready to return to Shenghe first.

In addition to painting, she also translated the booklet, wrote the translated content on paper and put it in a close-fitting purse.

And Ruoyun also concentrated on completing his filial piety embroidery.

When Liuyun saw that there was no one, he came back to find Chen Jia to report, saying that Princess Ruoyun was not gossiping.

It seems that the emperor has blocked the news and does not plan to marry Ruoyun. Chen Jia began to worry again.

He has been in Li Shengguo for a few days, and with the time spent on the road, it has been a month. Chen Jia began to worry about when she would be able to return to China. Ruoyun also came over after embroidery and said that he wanted to go to Shenghe to see Cheng Dong, afraid that Cheng Dong would be abducted by other women. Chen Jia was amused by her every time, did she think that saints and women were as uninhibited as her?

"It's disgusting not to eat. Take it down. Early in the morning, Ruoyun pinched his nose at the table, disgusting with his favorite tea egg on weekdays.

"What's wrong?" Chen Jia was worried about whether she wanted to go on a hunger strike again.

"Chen Jia, I have no appetite today and don't want to eat eggs. When I see it, I want to vomit. Ruoyun wrinkled a small face, and his face was slightly yellow.

"Then change to something light and drink some porridge."

Ruoyun shook his head, still looking like he couldn't bear to vomit.

Although porridge is what Ruoyun hates the most, Chen Jia still asked people to bring a bowl and persuaded Ruoyun to taste a few bites, who knew that Ruoyun really drank it after tasting two sips. Chen Jia was secretly surprised!

"Fifth princess, the Ministry of Industry sent someone to ask the princess, where will the finished furniture go?"

"Send to the Scorching Temple." Ruoyun pouted, wiped the water stains with a handkerchief, and spoke.

"Yes, Princess."

"Chen Jia, the furniture has been made, I will dedicate them to my mother today, and my quilt has also been embroidered, you can come with me to see how the embroidery is." Ruoyun, who finished drinking the porridge, was in a good mood, and pulled Chen Jia into her bedroom happily.

Ruoyun's craftsmanship is really good, and the embroidered pink satin quilt is embroidered with a full canvas of red peonies, which is vivid and festive. She also embroidered a pair of pillows of the same color.

"I really didn't expect you to have this craft." Chen Jia stroked the delicate and intricate stitches of the peony flower, and was amazed.

"When I was a child, I saw that my mother's palace maid embroidered beautifully, so I secretly followed and learned, but my mother didn't let me learn it, saying that she was afraid of hurting her eyes. Every time I go to study with my mother behind my back? Ruoyun picked up the embroidery with satisfaction and recalled the interesting story of learning embroidery when he was a child. Some gush. "By the way, Chen Jia, let's give these to my mother now."

"Aren't you going to let it out?" Chen Jia was worried that she wouldn't be able to get out at all. I've been painting honestly for the past few days, and I've never gone anywhere.

"My father only said that he wouldn't let me leave the palace, but he didn't say that he wouldn't let me go to the Burning Palace!" Ruoyun stuck out his tongue mischievously and pulled Chen Jia all the way to the Burning Palace.

The people of the Ministry of Industry have sent the finished furniture outside the hall, and are waiting for the acceptance of the concubine, who saw this, and thought it was rewarded by the emperor at first, but when she knew that it was made by Ruoyun, she was also a little moved. Seeing that Ruoyun personally sent embroidery, he hurriedly pulled Ruoyun into the Burning Hall affectionately.

"Mother, this is a child sent to you, the child will not be able to be around forever in the future, I hope the mother concubine will not worry about the child." Ruoyun leaned on the arms of Concubine Jin, delicate and weak, as if she had returned to the era of a little girl, which made people feel so unloved.

"Ruoyun, don't say stupid things, these concubines like it very much, but you also have to listen to the persuasion of the concubine, don't leave Li Sheng, you are the princess in Li Shengguo, is it child's play to marry another country? If you are bullied in the future, your mother's family is not around, how can you be good? Concubine Jin stroked Ruoyun's head and comforted softly.

"What? Mother, Cheng Dong won't bully me, it's almost the same if I bullied him? Oh~~" Ruoyun didn't finish speaking, suddenly covered his mouth and ran out of the hall. I was in a hurry just now, but I was nauseous again. It's good, I really vomited it. (To be continued......)