There is a portrait hanging there, the beauty on the painting is a set of green Lingbo skirts like the Nine Heavens Xuannu fairy, the beautiful facial features are delicate and ingenious, a little more bewitching, a little less short-term charm, everything is just right, the corners of the mouth are slightly pursed, so that the face has a trace of indescribable grievance, under the long eyelashes, the eyes are clear and sensitive, and with alienation and indifference, as if they can pass through the portrait and penetrate each other's hearts.

Rong Ruo breathless, such a beautiful woman, and she has a quiet and unique elegance and nobility.

Forgetting the chill from the floor from his skin, Rong Ruo just looked at it and froze.

Who is the woman in this portrait, this eye is like a person, especially the temperament of this woman, so unique that people can't help but throb when they see the portrait. What if it's a real person?

Rong Ruo's curiosity has never been very strong, but at this moment, she really wants to see the real person of this woman.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind, there was a portrait of a beauty hidden in Mu Beichen's courtyard, could it be that this woman was his lover?

Once the thinking diverges, it is difficult to take it back, and Rong Ruo has even made up several bloody plots in his brain, such as Mu Beichen and this woman can't love each other, so Mu Beichen uses portraits every day to solve the pain of lovesickness. For another example, after this woman and Mu Beichen fell in love, they found that she was actually the royal daughter who was left behind, and her lover became a brother and sister, so they couldn't be together......

As a science student, Rong Ruo didn't have too many unrealistic fantasies before, but now it seems that she also has a talent for writing.

"What are you doing here?"

The male voice was cold and light, a degree colder than usual, instantly breaking Rong Ruo's sluggishness.

Rong Ruo closed his mouth, which had been open for a long time, swallowed his saliva, turned his head, and met a pair of dark and deep eyes.

When Mu Beichen came back, he found that there was actually a light in the room here, and when he came in, he saw Rong Ruo sitting on the ground, staring at the portrait in a daze.

After waiting for a reply for a long time, Mu Beichen's face was gloomy, and his body exuded a fierce coldness: "Stand up and answer the words of this king." ”

"Uh...... Hiss-" Rong Ruo leaned on the table leg next to him and tried to stand up, only to find that his feet were a little numb, the person was crooked, half of his body threw himself on the table, and his stomach was another sharp pain.

Rong Ruo muttered: "Once you come to Yilan Garden, there will be no good thing, and you will have eight lifetimes of mold!" ”

Mu Beichen's eyes were half-squinted, and his handsome face was cold: "Believe it or not, this king let people throw you out." ”

"Don't!" Rong Ruo weakly pointed outside: "It's raining outside, Lord Wang, you are willing to let me be a weak woman......"

Without waiting for Rong Ruo to finish speaking, Mu Beichen said unceremoniously: "Willing to do it." ”

Rong Ruo sat down on the chair next to him, his eyebrows drooped: "Lord Wang, I just want to go to the utility room next to me to find an umbrella or something." ”

"Huh?" The tail note is upturned, with a detached nonchalance, clearly not believing in this explanation.

"Really, I'm four to the moon!" Rong Ruo raised his little hand, and in order to make sure that he was telling the truth, he pursed the corners of his mouth and nodded solemnly.

"So, how did you get here?"

Rong Ruo lowered his head sadly and pointed to his fingers: "Lost."