Ye Mushen wiped his face with the back of his hand.

The back of the hand was stained with powder, and it was bright.

but his heart was covered with ashes.

To say that there is no sense of loss is to deceive yourself.

But he is also really sad.

After all, there is no such thing as a business that can't be done in the world.

There can't be anyone he can't turn on.

This bit of self-confidence, the hall master still has it.

In a hurry, it is wrong.

Well. That's right. That's it.

Compared with being depressed and depressed by Ling Shang's escape, at the moment, Ye Mushen is more concerned about this studio.

The natal money of Ye Mu Shen is blind, and he can also recognize the value of these collections.

The calligraphy and paintings hanging in the room, and the jade carvings on the furnishings, are all elegant and refined in style.

They all smell of nostalgia consistently.

Inexplicably, Ye Mushen felt that these decorations were a little kind.

He gathered his thin clothes and surveyed the structure of the room.

In front of an ink painting, Ye Mushen was stunned for a long time at the inscription on the painting.

The woman in the painting is standing on the bank of the mighty river, leaving only half of the back of holding an umbrella, which makes people reverie infinitely; The large blank space indicates that the mountain rain is coming.

The person who made the payment was the most favored eunuch Jian Zhen of the emperor today.

Ye Mushen did not have a bad impression of this powerful eunuch.

After all, he never thought of power as a bad thing.

It's just that the stupid people of the world are often unable to control their arrogance, and finally it is self-defeating, and in the end they blame the momentum of power.

Moreover, in recent years, many measures and regulations for the benefit of the people have also been promoted and implemented by this Jian Zhen.

For Ye Mushen personally, if it weren't for Jian Zhen, he would have become another wisp of resentment in the palace at the age of babbling.

It's just that Jian Zhen can paint, and it is surprising that he can paint such an empty and arrogant artistic conception.

Ye Mu took care of his thoughts, and his eyes moved to the alcove below the frame.

A small black jade box in the alcove seems to be the same one as the jade box that Ling Shang used to hold the Fuxi hexagram he saw in the dustless residence last time.

He reached for the jade box, but withdrew his hand before it could touch the cold, shiny black object.

That's when the door to the house suddenly opened.

Ye Mushen subconsciously pulled a deceptive laugh, and his hands were clenched together at a loss.

The door was only opened by a crack. Ling Shang stood by the door unfamiliarly, the purple mist in his eyes had dissipated.

"Why did you come back again?" Ye Mushen smiled like a flower, "Sure enough, you can't bear me, right?" ”

Ling Shang indifferently threw over a set of clothes, "Put it on...... Go again. ”

Ye Mushen quickly reached out to catch it and put it on the sandalwood table on the side.

"Then I won't wear it, and I won't go—" He smiled again, his eyes shining, "Let's get back to what we didn't finish......

As he spoke, he approached Ling Shang.

Ling Shang forcibly resisted the desire to roll his eyes, and the corners of his eyes twitched, "Don't wear it...... Give me a walk too. ”

Ye Mushen calmly regarded Ling Shang's eviction order as the wind in his ears.

He seemed to be nonchalantly asking, "The things in this room are so beautiful, where did you dig them up?" ”

A shallow layer of sadness appeared in Ling Shang's eyes.

His lips opened, and he didn't say a word.

"Ah...... I see, it's your private matter again. Ye Mushen nodded thoughtfully, "Then I won't ask, and I won't interfere." ”

"Hmm."

"By the way," Ye Mushen pointed to the painting with the inscription, "Is the place on this painting the 'Wind Chime Crossing'?" ”

Ling Shang looked at his hand, "Probably." ”

"It's a great place." Ye Mushen sighed sincerely, "I probably kind of understand why you left Luoyang and went to that place." ”

Ling Shang lowered his eyes, as if he had fallen into some tender memory.

"Wind Chimes Cross ......" Ye Mu Shen put the clothes brought by Ling Shang on his shoulders, "You guy, it seems like you came out of that painting." ”