Fig?

After pondering for a while, I guessed that it was probably the "Hundred Sons of the Whistling Mountains".

I saw that the big-bellied woman in the two black shadows not far away, that is, Lu Qingyuan, seemed to be holding a long box in her arms, which was the wooden box containing the "Hundred Sons of Whistling Mountains". She took out the scroll from the box, handed it to the man in front of her very respectfully, and whispered, "Master, the painting is here, you can take a look." ”

Guru?

This title made the Yuan Quanquan couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Generally speaking, those who can be called masters are not highly respected monks, but Taoist priests who are proficient in Taoism or have some ability. Lu Qingyuan's eyes were ......

Although the face could not be seen in the dim light, the bun on the top of the man's head made her rule out the former.

Is it a Taoist priest?

But it's so decent, how could Lu Qingyuan have contact with the Taoist priest, and the two of them behaved so weirdly, and they met in a no-man's land in the middle of the night?

From the moment Lu Qingyuan took this picture of a hundred children in Tianxiang Pavilion, Yuan Quanquan felt that she was strange. At this time, I saw her secretly tryst with a mysterious and weird man who was suspected of being a Taoist priest, and the mystery in my heart was even greater.

I tried my best to see what the man looked like and what kind of person he was, but Yuan Quanquan was also afraid of being discovered by the other party, so he only moved his foot slightly, moved two more steps forward, blocked himself at the corner of a wall, and quietly poked out half of his head through the shadow of the tree next to him, and continued to observe the movement over there.

The mysterious man took the scroll in Lu Qingkite's hand, unfolded it and looked at it twice, nodded and said, "Yes, it's this thing." Then he put the painting away and put it back in the box, and his voice sounded again, "You must not let anyone else know about this, otherwise I will not be able to help you." ”

Lu Qingyuan carefully put away the painting, and replied when he heard the words: "Well, I know." There was a pause, and he spoke again, but it was a question.

"Master, this painting is in the tomb. Will the unearthed thing ...... the fetus in my womb?"

"You don't have to worry about this, you have the amulet I gave you, just a tomb item, it can't make any impact, although the crown princess can rest assured."

"That's fine."

The two met secretly in the dark of no one like thieves, but they didn't say a word. After saying this, the master waved his hand, signaling that Lu Qingyuan could go back, and he himself turned around and jumped out of the high wall behind him, and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

And Lu Qingyuan stood still for a moment in the direction where the master disappeared, as if thinking about something, and then withdrew her gaze for a while, looked around, and then went back to her bedroom with the painting in her arms as fast as she could so far.

After Lu Qingyuan's figure disappeared from view, Yuan Quanquan appeared from the side of the wall, looking at the position of the two people thoughtfully.

Lu Qingkite's behavior was too strange and abnormal.

And the conversation between her and the mysterious master just now is also full of weirdness, making it impossible to figure out what she is doing.

Who the hell is that master?

Yuan Quanquan frowned slightly, as if he felt that figure had seen it before...... But she thought about it for a long time, but she couldn't dig out any useful information from the depths of her memory.

Shaking his head, temporarily putting the master's matter behind him, the Yuan Circle took a step and quietly followed in the direction that Lu Qingyuan had just left.

She wanted to see what the hell this Lu Qingkite was doing.

The meditation was left in the palace by the emperor to "work overtime", so the prince, as the prince of a country, naturally would not be idle at home with his wife, and he was still in the palace at this time and had not returned home.

Lu Qingyuan's courtyard was on the east side of the Prince's Mansion, some distance from the place where he had just met with the master, and Yuan Quanquan followed all the way and stopped outside her door.

The lights in the room were bright, and Yuan Quanquan only heard Lu Qingyuan tell her personal maid Huilian to put the painting away, don't lose it or have any problems. Hui Lian hurriedly responded, holding the painting and putting it away, but did not show any doubts or confusion about the fact that the crown princess of their family took the painting out late at night.

Yuan Circle was outside the house, and all kinds of speculations poured out in his mind, but in the end, the more he guessed, the more confused he became, and he couldn't understand what kind of fart this Lu Qingkite was holding back.

After thinking about it, she finally found a key point.

The painting.

Lu Qingyuan did not hesitate to spend 100,000 taels to buy the painting, and held the painting in the middle of the night to meet a mysterious Taoist priest in the prince's mansion secretly.

No matter what the painting was hiding, Yuan Quanquan pondered it a little and made a decision.

Be a gentleman on the beam once.

After waiting outside Lu Qingyuan's gate for about half an hour, she was not afraid of the cold because she had a fire flame crystal on her body, otherwise she would have to freeze into a dead circle if she stayed in the cold wind for half an hour.

I don't know if the prince hasn't returned to the house yet, or if he hasn't come to stay here with Lu Qingyuan, the Yuan Circle has been nesting here for so long, except for the people who came to serve Lu Qingyuan to freshen up, but he didn't see His Royal Highness the amorous prince.

It was best if he didn't come, and it would save her from having to find a way to avoid him later.

Now there are only Lu Qingyuan and her not-so-clever Yahuan Huilian in the room, and the difficulty of the task can be reduced a lot to get that painting.

After waiting outside for about half a pillar of incense, it was estimated that Lu Qingyuan had already slept, and the Yuan Quanquan was tiptoeing like a thief - oh no, now she is a thief. Slowly touched the door of Lu Qing's room, leaned on the door and listened, well, it's good, there is no movement.

Looking around, I found that there was no one, and as soon as I closed my eyes in the circle, I opened it again, and I had already gone from outside the house to inside the house.

The bed tent was tightly covered, and Lu Qingkite inside could not be seen in the Yuan Circle, and on the other hand, the people inside should not be able to see her.

Huilian fell asleep on the couch outside, and the girl was still snoring.

Yuan Quanquan silently complained a few words, and then focused on finding the Baizi map.

The picture is in a sandalwood box, which should be quite easy to find.

Softly thinking of himself as a cat, the circle searched the house for a while, and finally found the painting in a hidden compartment at the bottom of a shelf on the east wall.

Heh, it's pretty well hidden.

The box was kept, and Yuan Huanhuan took the painting inside, and when she put the box back in the dark compartment, she accidentally touched a vase next to it, but fortunately, she quickly fished it back.

The task was completed, and the Yuan Circle did not stay here for long, so retreated quickly.

But in the blink of an eye, she returned to the palace.

Xiao Zhi and Xiang'er had already slept, and the meditation had not come back, Yuan Quanquan closed the door and hid in the house to spread the painting on the ground, looking back and forth carefully, except for the well-preserved, bright colors, and good painting, she didn't see how special the others were.

The search engine in her brain began to work, and the Yuan Circle took out all the special picture scroll processing methods she had accumulated when she watched TV series before, and wondered if she should give it a try.

When he came back, as soon as he entered the house, he saw that the prince of his family had not slept in the middle of the night with a basin of water, and was hesitating whether to splash it on the ground.

"Little circle, what kind of special hobby do you have?"

Meditation raised an eyebrow, glanced at the paintings spread out on the ground, and then looked at her hand holding the wooden basin.

Yuan Quanquan raised his head, "You're back, come here, I really can't see it, you come and help me take a look, what's different about this painting?" ”

Putting the wooden basin on the ground, the Yuan Circle, who had been entangled for almost half an hour, hurriedly pulled the meditation over and asked his "discerning eye" to scan her well.

Meditation was pulled to stand in front of the painting, lowered his eyes and looked at it twice, his eyebrows raised slightly, but he really found something interesting.

Yuan Quanquan saw that his expression was different, and his eyes lit up suddenly, "How is it?" What did you find? ”

Meditation didn't answer immediately, but asked for a kiss, and then spoke slowly.

"This is the picture of the hundred sons that you said was taken away by Lu Qingyuan?"

Yuan Quanquan nodded: "Yes, that's it." ”

"She's bold."

Yuan Quanquan didn't understand, and looked at the meditation with a pair of eyes filled with question marks, but he didn't see him for a long time.

"Please continue to answer the question, thank you." Yuan Quanquan poked his waist and reminded him with a big eye.

Grabbing the dishonest hand, the meditation cultivated it in the palm of his hand, and rubbed it again and again.

"Look here." Meditation pointed to one of the hundred children in the picture, pointed to his eyes, and said, "What's the difference?" ”

Yuan Quanquan looked at the place of his finger, and he didn't think there was anything special at first, just a little boy with a total horn. I don't know if it's her delusion, the more she looks, the more weird she feels, and the more she looks, the more she feels as if those eyes are looking at her.

And as if to confirm her feelings, the eyes drawn on the paper, which should have been stationary, suddenly moved.

Yuan Quanquan was frightened at that time, took a big step back, and blurted out a "".

"What the hell?" Why do your eyes move?

Seeing that she was frightened, Meditation smiled on the side, "Child ghost." ”

Yuan Quanquan: "Huh? ”

Meditation explained: "It's just a child ghost sealed in a painting. ”

Yuan Quanquan's eyes were glazed, and he was stunned for a while before he understood what he meant.

"You mean, inside this painting...... There's a ghost? And it's still a child ghost? Child? ”

"There is a saying that when a minor child dies young, the ghost of a child of the same age is sealed in the coffin with the burial goods, and it is the wish of the parents to keep it with the main owner. ”

"And this sealed child ghost...... Where did you get it? ”

"The Sacrifice of the Living."

Yuan Circle Circle: "! ”

The Yuan Circle has never heard of this kind of burial method, it is simply terrifying and frustrating.

Even if it was a noble prince who died, his parents didn't want him to be too lonely in the grave after his death, but this practice was too inhumane.

For 500 years, a good child has lost the right to live, not to mention that he has no freedom even when he dies, and is trapped in a painting, just to be the companion of others!

The Yuan Circle was indignant in his heart, and he complained about this evil feudal society tumor a hundred times in his heart, and was complaining to the one hundred and one times, but he heard the meditation next to him not lightly, "Huh? "Yes.