As soon as he walked to the steps of the gate, Xiao Ling couldn't help but look into the room, but his vision was blocked by four large screens lined up, and he stepped in and glanced from left to right.

"Plum, orchid, bamboo, chrysanthemum."

The four screens were painted with four very common plants of different shapes, and when she got closer and took a closer look, she realized that the plants on the screen were embroidered with silk threads of various colors.

The ancients did not deceive me, and it was indeed a must-have embroidery skill.

Raising his hand to touch the Nanmu frame on the screen, his slender fingers swiped the chic carved dark lines, and there was an ancient text that he had never seen before.

"What's that??" Xiao Ling looked back and forth twice in confusion, but still couldn't see the reason.

In addition to this conspicuous screen, there are also pairs of orchids and jasmine bonsai on both sides of the perimeter, and even though it is autumn, these jasmine and orchids are still blooming peacefully and peacefully.

"The father-in-law is responsible for making these flowers bloom so beautifully this season."

A breeze blew into the room from outside the door, and the moon-white gauze tent hanging behind the screen instantly flew up, up and down, and the furnishings and items in the room fell into her eyes.

Beautiful eyes flowed, red lips hooked, turned to look out of the door, it was still empty, then smiled playfully, stepped leisurely around the screen, through the gauze tent, to the inner room.

The furnishings inside are all staggered, and the items are classified in great detail, so that people can understand it at a glance.

Clean and tidy, comfortable and spacious, casual and elegant.

"Sure enough, it's exactly what I imagined, and that's what he likes." A scheming tap on his chin.

When she was looking left and right with her hands on her chest, a few painting tubes on a rosewood table opposite caught her attention, "Why are there so many scrolls?" ”

I still remember that in the library pavilion, the third to the sixth floor, in addition to his calligraphy, calligraphy and paintings, the most ink paintings are seen, is there no place to hang this scroll full of five or six painting tubes?

With a hint of curiosity, Xiao Ling walked quickly to the table, picked up one of them, and then spread it out on the table without hurrying, looked down, and in just a second, her whole person was stunned on the spot, staring at the person on the painting without blinking, her eyes were full of surprise, "This, this is..."

I was stunned for a long time, and there was joy, longing, and guilt in my eyes, and more than that, I was moved.

In the painting, a delicate woman hires Tingting to walk on a stone bridge, on the left and right sides of the vast turquoise lake, crowded lotus leaves clustered with budding pink lotus in the lake, the sunset in the west, the clouds are fully revealed.

She wore a white gauze hanging more than three feet to the ground, her black hair ribbon was lightly tied, and she walked in the backlight, with a beautiful smile on her beautiful face, her beautiful eyes drooping slightly, and she looked at the two lotus canopies in her hands for a moment.

Pieces of light yarn and silk hair dance in the wind, occasionally crossing a few graceful arcs, walking is so elegant and dusty, a faint smile is simply beautiful.

The so-called people are better than flowers.

"Is this really me on Lotus Lake a year ago?" The person in the painting is simply carved out of the same mold as himself, and the eyes, expressions, and playfulness are so similar.

If he hadn't lived in his atrium himself, how could he have remembered it so clearly.

On the left side of the scroll, two lines of horizontal font come into view, as if with a strong sense of longing.

'May I be like the stars and the moon, and the night and night streamers will shine brightly'.

"Chen..." His eyes turned red instantly, he never said that he loved himself directly, but he often unexpectedly told himself from other words how deep his love for himself was, it was an indestructible, indelible love.

His eyes shifted to the neat picture scroll again, and he pulled another one from another painting tube, held his breath and slowly opened, a piece of green grass crashed into his eyes, followed by a piece of wild chrysanthemums that were blooming brightly, among the green grass among the flowers, a woman in white wearing a plum blossom and white hosta held a bouquet of wild chrysanthemums, turned around slightly and looked back, her beautiful eyes flowed, and the water was smart and moving.

The sweet and soft smile on his face seems to be infectious, and a smile hits people's hearts.

"This is the Valley of Meditation." A crystal clear tear slipped from the corner of his eye to his cheek, and his eyes were instantly hazy.

The scenery in the painting is changing, the only thing that remains unchanged is the person and the two lines of words on the left.

Snorted, with full of emotion, she took one again, this time she didn't hesitate, opened it directly, and fixed her eyes, "Houshan bamboo forest?" ”

In the bamboo forest, the self who was quietly lying on the stone table taking a nap had a quiet and soft face, plain white, beautiful and elegant.

Isn't this the time when I went to choose bamboo to make a flower stand shortly after I first arrived at King Chen's Mansion?

At that time, it happened that Jun Yichen and Dugucheng had a martial arts competition over the bamboo forest, but they didn't have a trace of internal strength, and when they looked up, they were all figures flashing like the speed of light, and they didn't see a single move, so they had to silently close their eyes and recuperate.

At that time, his expression was lazy and evil, and his eyes were so intense that she was so frightened that she almost fell off the stone bench she was sitting on.

Thoughts drift away, caught up in memories.

Outside the door, Jun Yichen had just teleported to the bamboo platform, and he noticed that there were people in the room, and his five senses were opened, and he went straight to the room, and when he sensed the familiar breath, his phoenix eyes flashed with a trace of surprise, "Ling'er?" ”

On weekdays, he didn't even succeed in coaxing and trying to kidnap her to Jingzhuxuan, but now he came alone······

"Heh~ Could it be that my Ling'er is lost again?" His voice was muffled, and he glanced sideways at the half-left cup of tea on the table, and didn't think about picking it up and drinking it.

With this move, he once again fell into the eyes of the dark guards.

Also, the palace is full of road signs, how can you still get lost??