Li Hongyuan said lightly: "If the ancestors of the Li family have spirits, they will quickly rain down a thunderbolt and kill the two wastes, King Huai and King Wei. ”

“…… They're no different from death now. ”

Although she was also lame and lived a good life, her situation was not the same as Li Jixian's.

Li Jixian has lived well for 30 years, and suddenly he became lame, which is difficult to accept psychologically.

As for King Wei, if he got Hualiu disease, he was sentenced to death.

From then on, no one in the Dasheng Dynasty could stop Li Hongyuan's path.

"Why are you here again?" When Li Hongyuan asked, he didn't look up, his eyes focused on the portrait he painted, and he carefully sketched the woman's hair little by little with a thin sheep's hair.

"Naturally, it's because I care about you."

"You're here to see if this king has starved to death, right?"

"You're the heart of a villain."

"I'm based on what I know about you." He didn't raise his head, but said quietly.

Jiang Ning knocked on the table: "The real person is in front of you, if you don't look at it, you have to stare at the dummy on the painting." I really suspect that you like me fakely, and you like this painting to be true. ”

"You're right, I really like the girl in this painting more."

"You didn't draw me? Could it be another woman who looks exactly like me? Jiang Ning was surprised.

"This king really wants to have such a person."

"Nerves."

"What did you say?" Li Hongyuan looked up.

This was the first time he had looked at her since Jiang Ning came in.

Touching his cool eyes, Jiang Ning hurriedly smiled: "I mean, how can there be such a person." Unless my daughter grows up and looks like me. ”

"Don't worry, she won't look like you."

"Why? Lin Zizi looks just like me. ”

"It's you who look like Lin Zizi. Besides, it's your mother, how do you call her by her first name? ”

"Tell me, why can't Lingzi look like me?"

"Because the daughter is like her father, and this king is much better looking than your father."

“…… Narcissism. ”

Jiang Ning reached out to grab a painting he had already drawn.

The woman in the painting is holding her cheeks and looking ahead.

The woman in this painting is indeed exactly the same as Jiang Ning, only those eyes are very different.

Jiang Ning didn't know what his eyes looked like, but he was by no means a woman.

The eyes of the woman in the painting...... How to say it, it is gentle like water, and it is affectionate.

"This woman really isn't me." Jiang Ning put down the painting with a smile.

"Of course not you."

Li Hongyuan propped his chin and looked at the woman in the painting.

Jiang Ning saw that he was stupid, so he ignored him, reached out from under the table, and took out the food box.

When I opened it, I saw that there was more than half of dry food inside.

"Why don't you eat it?" Jiang Ning was surprised.

"Eaten."

"That's not much. You've only eaten a little bit of this for the past two days? ”

"Sit still, and I'm not hungry."

"I'm really guilty of myself." Jiang Ning put down the food box and stood up, "Whatever you want, I'll go back." ”

"Slow down and don't send it."

"You don't have to send it!"

Jiang Ning walked out of the ancestral hall and arrived at the door, but saw a graceful woman with a beautiful face walking over, still carrying a basket in her hand.

She had seen this woman once, and it was Li Jixian's biological mother, Concubine Xian.

This virtuous concubine looked very haggard, but from her eyebrows and eyes, she could still see the beauty of her youth.