What caught the eye was a full of peach blossoms, sketched with a brush and ink stained with cinnabar, the lifelike peach blossoms seemed to be real, Ye Fusang blinked unbelievingly, turned to the other side of the screen, sure enough, there was nothing, turned to this side, but it was full of peach blossoms.

Ye Fusang thought quietly for a few seconds, sat down in the chair again, his fingers subconsciously rubbed the back of the chair, and suddenly, the fingertips touched an abrupt groove, which seemed to be an instinctive reaction.

Under the black desk, a dark grid was opened, and the dark grid was not a rare and exotic object, not a precious jade pendant, nor a military talisman imperial order, but a scroll of painting scrolls lying there quietly, the surface of the scroll was tied with a golden ribbon, and the dark grid was spotless.

Ye Fusang reached in, took out the scroll, and gently put it in the palm of his hand, Ye Fusang's heartbeat suddenly became a little fast, and there was a strange throbbing in her heart, but she obviously felt that this was not her feeling, it was the throbbing left by the previous owner.

Ye Fusang has a great feeling, how deep is it that people still have feelings in their bodies after death, how much does she love the man named Shiyin?

She seemed to be able to see that the former owner of this body would sit here silently every day, open this dark grid, and carefully take out the scroll like her, and just put it in the palm of her hand like her, quietly observing.

Is it open, should it be opened? Ye Fusang asked himself softly, his fingers gently rubbed the surface of the painting shaft, the golden silk thread was very thin and thin, and the binding was very chic, which also proved that the original owner of this body opened the painting scroll very few times, and the most she did was to rub it, and there were obvious traces on the surface of the painting shaft.

Ye Fusang took a deep breath, his fingers gently pulled the slender silk thread, slowly pulled it apart, and the painting scroll lost the shackles of the silk thread in an instant, spreading out like flowing water, "Wow", like a bright waterfall, the painting scroll that was completely opened was all displayed in front of Ye Fusang's eyes, and she was speechless for a long time.

This is a boy who is only seven or eight years old, his facial features are agile on the scroll, his bright eyes are innocent and immaculate, and his light clothes cover his slightly thin body, he seems to see someone, and he smiles very dazzlingly with a little shyness.

Around the boy, there are peach blossoms flying in the sky, and the boy's white and pink clothes seem to be integrated into the peach forest, as if the elves in this forest are beautiful and moving.

Ye Fusang held his breath, how familiar the boy in this painting scroll looks, this still very immature face has grown a little charming now, and in the lower right corner, there are two small characters written elegantly and smartly: Shiyin.

It turns out that they are childhood sweethearts?

Shiyin, Ye Fusang muttered the name softly, carefully rolled the scroll, tied it with a ribbon again, put it back in the dark grid, pushed the dark grid well, and restored it to its original appearance.

Raising her eyes to see the peach blossoms flying in the sky, thinking about the picture scroll of Fang Cai, Ye Fusang stretched out her hand and held her forehead with a headache, no matter how dull she was, after seeing these things, she would not doubt the feelings of the original owner of this body at all.

It's just that it is impossible for a woman in this time and space to marry only one man, and the predecessor is like life, even if you really love someone so much, it is impossible to marry only one of the servants wholeheartedly, and the women of this time and space are amorous and dofu.

And among the many men, what she cares about the most must be the waiter, or maybe what she can't get is the best.

Sighing helplessly, thinking of Shiyin's words, as well as his attitude towards himself, and everything in this study, Ye Fusang thought quietly, childhood sweetheart, presumably she has liked Shiyin since she was a child, and she has liked it for a long, long time, does she really like it to the point of robbing? At all costs, he even ruined the relationship with Zhu Shiyin.