Mei Zhixuan followed Yan Hong all the way from the front hall of Wanjiao Pavilion to the room on the edge of the second floor. Yan Hong stretched out a pair of hands with a shy face, wanting to refuse and want to take off her coat for her and wait for her to rest.

Ran Mei Zhixuan looked at her at this time with a look that seemed to be a little forced, as if he had seen through her heart.

Suddenly, he stretched out a big hand as warm as jade, grabbed Yan Hong's delicate jade hands like clotted cream, and just as he was about to pull off his belt, he asked him in a cold voice, "Are you new here?" ”

Yan Hong then looked up in shock, and a pair of clear beautiful eyes looked at the butterfly-shaped mask on the face of the man in front of her in a daze, the sharp and deep eyes, which were originally a pitiful little appearance, were even more pitiful at this time.

So, she timidly whispered to Mei Zhixuan, "Yan Hong has just come to Wanjiao Pavilion for a few days, and she has not served her son well, and I hope that your son will not be blamed." ”

"My son doesn't like to force ......," Mei Zhixuan said with an excuse as he returned the red hand.

It can be seen that she seemed to be a little frustrated and frustrated at this time, lowered her head in annoyance, slightly pursed her soft red lips, and showed a trace of embarrassment on her face.

After a moment of thought, Mei Zhixuan comforted him again and said, "Okay, it's not Miss, your problem." It's that my son is really tired today, so the young lady doesn't have to wait in the room. It's just that Miss Yanhong went to help prepare some wine and food, and my son came all the way from the west of the city to this Wanjiao Pavilion early, and there is still no rice yet? ”

As she spoke, Mei Zhixuan took out a gold ingot and handed it to her, Yan Hong finally raised her head and said with a smile, "It's Yan Hong's negligence." In this way, please wait in the room for a while, and Yan Hong will go down to prepare. ”

With that, the woman happily turned away and closed the door gently.

Mei Zhixuan breathed a sigh of relief, and as soon as he came back to his senses, he hurriedly stepped forward and locked the door.

Then, he strode towards the wall in the room where the picture of the blue fox butterfly was hung.

After carefully examining the picture for a long time, it seems that there is nothing wrong with it.

Helpless, Mei Zhixuan could only do as the guard said, and turned his eyes towards the eyes of the blue fox in the painting.

Sure enough, exactly like what the guards said, this very lifelike picture of the blue fox butterfly does have a hidden mystery.

Through the eyes of the blue fox in the picture, he quickly saw the clouds on the clothes in the opposite room.

At this time, Yi Shangyun was walking towards him in the next room......

As soon as he arrived behind the screen, Yi Shangyun also saw a picture of a blue fox butterfly hanging on the wall that was exactly the same as that in Mei Zhixuan's room.

It turned out that the two pictures were hung on the same wall, but in the same position on different sides.

In the painting, a blue fox running along a long coastline is struggling, chasing a fluttering butterfly, as if chasing each other and playing with each other.

The butterfly is transparent, and the painter deliberately traces a few black veins on its body

, so that the silhouette of a butterfly looms, it is waving its wings to show its graceful dancing, waving its wings and scattering a little ice flower on the ground, showing a colorful brilliance.

Yi Shangyun was immediately stunned by the picture in front of him, which even in the 21st century, absolutely no one can draw such a realistic picture.

After quietly watching from a distance for a long time, she only eased up a little, but she still looked at it infatuatedly, and slowly walked towards the blue fox butterfly in front of her.

She stretched out her hand to caress each focal point of the painting, and then leaned her eyes over to take a closer look, and the painting seemed to suck the soul of a person into it, and people could not extricate themselves from it.

What made Yi Shangyun strange was that no matter how closely she looked at it, it turned out to be really just an ordinary painting, and she didn't find anything unusual except for the lifelike painting.

As everyone knows, among these two identical paintings, the one on Mei Zhixuan's side was actually deliberately copied by someone, which shows how much this copyist loves this painting in order to achieve such a high degree of similarity.

Even the most crucial soul of the whole painting, the pair of magical blue fox eyes that have been copied, is not bad at all.

And in fact, the entire mystical core of these two blue fox butterfly pictures is also on the eyes of this blue fox.

On the wall behind the blue fox's eyes, two small holes were chiseled through, and a lot of effort was put into it.

Not only that, but both pictures are painted with ordinary paint, except for the eyes of the blue fox.

Therefore, it is difficult for anyone to see any clues.

In fact, when copying Mei Zhixuan's paintings, the pigment used in the eyes of the blue fox is an extremely special and rare pigment.

On the surface, this kind of paint paints look the same as ordinary paints, but it allows people to see clearly through the opposite side.

In the painting on the other side of Yi Shangyun, another special paint is also applied to the existing blue fox eyes, but it cannot be like Mei Zhixuan who can see the things on the other side, but can let the people on the other side see things on his side.

Therefore, when Yi Shangyun was suddenly curious and aimed his eyes at the blue fox in the painting, Mei Zhixuan was instantly frightened and hurriedly covered the eyes of the two blue foxes on his side with two hands.

In fact, even if he doesn't cover it, he can't see his existence on the clouds.

Seeing that there was no mystery in it, she came back to her senses and continued to change her clothes.

And a moment later, Mei Zhixuan tentatively brought up those bright eyes, aimed at the magical blue fox eyes again, and spied on the opposite side......

In the mysterious and alluring burgundy gauze tent, in front of a wooden screen with thousands of purples and thousands of reds, a hundred flowers are vibrant, and under the dim candlelight, the clouds on the clothes slowly remove a man's snow-white cotton robe, and a slim and graceful girl suddenly appears.

The girly one