What is the intent? Is it to help yourself find the God-Eater Spirit? Why...

There are no answers to these questions. But Bai Chen agreed with what Chu Qian said.

Chu Tian rolled up the painting and said, "It seems that I have to go to Chu to find this painter and ask who the person in the painting is." ”

Bai Chen raised his eyes and looked out of the window, his gaze drifted away, and said: "Like cotton, he is the imperial painter of Cheng Huainanfu, the regent of Wei State." ”

The name is familiar.

Regent? Cheng Huainan... Isn't it the Wei prince who sent Wu Niang to Kyoto, the one who wants to assassinate Zhixi?!

Coincidentally.

What is the intent? Is it to help yourself find the God-Eater Spirit? Why...

There are no answers to these questions. But Bai Chen agreed with what Chu Qian said.

Chu Tian rolled up the painting and said, "It seems that I have to go to Chu to find this painter and ask who the person in the painting is." ”

Bai Chen raised his eyes and looked out of the window, his gaze drifted away, and said: "Like cotton, he is the imperial painter of Cheng Huainanfu, the regent of Wei State." ”

The name is familiar.

Regent? Cheng Huainan... Isn't it the Wei prince who sent Wu Niang to Kyoto, the one who wants to assassinate Zhixi?!

Coincidentally.

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Tongqiu and Lou Wangjin's affairs were over, and Chu Tian returned to Xiwang's Mansion with the painting that looked like cotton.

At night, she had a long dream, dreaming of Hitomi.

dreamed of the picture of Hitomi Qiu and Lou Wangjin being happy together. At the end of the dream, Lou Wangjin led Tongqiu across the Nai He Bridge, the snowflakes in the sky slowly fell, and they took one step at a time, branded in the vast snow white, as if they had melted the coldness of the world step by step. The flowers on the other side of the bridge drove all the way from this side of the bridge to the other side of the bridge, and the blue light was haunted, filling the sky.

After their figures disappeared at the end, Chu Tian turned around and suddenly saw the back of Zhixi, who was standing not far away, across the sea of mandala flowers.

Immediately, he slowly turned around, and the afterglow of the setting sun fell softly on his shoulder. The falling snowflakes stopped the moment he looked at Chu Tian, and they seemed to be standing in a painting that had been frozen.

Zhixi's gaze swept over the still snow white, and fell back to Chu Tian, his eyes were full of tenderness and affection, looking at her, and smiling lightly.

Chu Tian felt that at that moment, she was living in his smile, and everything around her was instantly eclipsed and ceased to exist.

Only him, gentle to soft, beautiful to intoxicating, makes people want to get closer.

In this dream, he looked back at the warm glow, and smiled to save the snow.

I don't know when, but it seems to have entered Chu Tian's heart.

Chu Tian, who woke up from a dream, looked out the window, it was really snowing, and the vast white decorated the courtyard again, and the ice ballast was hanging on the window sash. Li'er pushed the door in, saw that the window was open, and hurriedly walked over and closed the window, afraid that the wind would be cold, and Chu Tian would catch a cold.

It must have been Qiao'er running out to play again, and the window was here.

As soon as Li'er turned around, she saw that Chu Tian had woken up, and her expression was panicked, as if she had something to say.

"What's wrong, why don't you look so good... It can't be that something happened to Jinse, right? Chu Tian nervously lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Li'er hurriedly came over to help Chu Tian and said, "No, miss." Jin Se was in the process of healing, and the hanging pot tower confessed, and he should not be disturbed during this time. It's just that... ”

Chu Tian stopped what he was doing and looked at Li'er.

"It's just that there was news from the palace this morning that Concubine Ming died."

Chu Tian half-opened his mouth, unable to believe it: "What, how did you die?" ”