Since Murong Xi went to Cangwu Palace, the original Baihua Palace has become more desolate, the person in the painting is sitting alone on the edge of the pool outside the palace, his feet hang down, occasionally stained with some water, he retracts his feet, wipes it clean, in the water, the moon is reflected, but there is another figure, he didn't speak, just behind him, the person in the painting recognized him, because it was he who painted that stroke for himself.

The man wanted to sneak to Cangwu Palace to see the portrait, but he had returned to the palace, so he wanted to come to the place where she lived to see, but he didn't expect to see her, his heart moved slightly, but he saw sadness from her back: "unhappy"?

"Who are you"? The person in the painting did not answer his question.

"Qin Changge" The man told others his name for the first time.

The person in the painting smiled faintly: "Very nice name".

With the oncoming wind, he smelled a touch of ink, and he usually didn't feel special, but today he had a like: "unhappy"? He asked again.

"Why are beloved people happy when they are dedicated to others"? The person in the painting is sad.

Thinking back to that day, he gave up his life and soul for her, how could he be for her? Qin Changge tried to ask deeply: "He lost you"?

Seeing her sad shadow, she shook her head: "Everything is just my wishful thinking."

Qin Changge clenched his fists and disappeared, and since he had always been behind her, he didn't notice that there was no transparent bottle around her neck, simply her excitement, and she forgot that the reason why she attracted his attention was that light ink.

Qin Changge, who left, did not go back to the Crescent Moon Palace, but went straight back to the deep sea, just arrived at the beach, just a look, opened a way, entered the water, the silver long tail appeared, swinging vigorously, and went to a deeper place, and the first thing she did when she returned to the Sea Palace was to clear the concubines of the entire harem, and there was no one left, since then, the harem only existed for her.

In the next few days, the person in the painting never saw her again, and she was still in the Baihua Palace that once belonged to her and him, reluctant to leave, and this night, he appeared again: "I will help you".

The person in the painting turned his head, and in the moonlight, the expression was even more helpless: "Help me"?

"I'll help you kill him, you go with me" Qin Changge felt sorry for her.

"If he is gone, I will have no meaning in life" The man in the painting looked at his palm, bloodless, and laughed in a low voice: "I am a dead man".

In that way, Qin Changge was so uncomfortable for the first time, he was originally charming, but he frowned: "Then I'll help you recapture him."

The person in the painting instantly smiled: "Really"?

He liked to see her smile: nod, "yes," and then vanished.

This harem has only two concubines in addition to her, and one of them has long been running out of essence and blood, and she has not seen his Xiao Jiali for nearly a week, she only feels that her body is getting more and more tired day by day, and she seems to be much older in the bronze mirror every day, this day, she looked in the mirror again, touched her face, thought of him in her heart, blinked, saw him, and took the initiative to kiss: "Where have you been"?

Qin Changge sneered in his heart, saying that I didn't know who I was, and he still lingered with me every day, on the surface, he smiled as usual: "Miss me"?

Xiao Jiali had missed him for a long time, and walked directly into the theme, lingering all night.

The next day, Nangong Yi, who had just left the court, was about to leave the palace, and met the person on the tip of her heart at the door of the imperial study, and she suddenly saw that she seemed to be a little shy, lowered her eyes slightly, and the tear mole vividly her expression, Nangong Yi was happy that she took the initiative to find herself: "Xi'er, are you looking for me"?

Listening to him call himself again, the person in the painting burst into tears, and he was as gentle as he was when he protected himself: "Hmm".

He took the hand, it was as cold as ice, and he looked at her worriedly: "Xi'er is uncomfortable?" It's getting colder, so dress warmer."

As he spoke, he put on his black velvet robe for her, lowered his head and sniffed it carefully, his smell was still so jasmine: "I miss you."

Nangong Yi hugged her into his arms: "I miss you too", but at this close distance, he smelled the smell of ink, although it was very light, but he knew that she would never have this smell on her, let go of her, glared at her angrily, no longer so gentle, and warned her: "You are not allowed to step into this imperial study and Cangwu Palace in the future."

The warmth she had just received was extinguished in an instant, and she broke down and cried: "I have you in my heart".

And Nangong Yi is still so indifferent: "I only have her in my heart."

He claimed that he had lost it, and the person in the painting cried into tears, some of them melted the ink, and shed black tears, and she saw him take off the robe that had hugged him, and throw it into the stove next to him with one hand, and gradually, it burned clean.

Back in Baihua Palace, Qin Changge had been waiting for her for a long time, and when he saw her crying and coming back, he didn't have to think about it to know that it was because of him, and hugged her tightly: "I will definitely avenge you."

"If she's gone, she won't be sad anymore," the person in the painting looked firm.

And Qin Changge, thinking that the person in her mouth was Nangong Yi, promised her: "Okay."

The person in the painting nestled in his arms, raised a smile, faded in a blink of an eye, and cried: "Is it okay to stay with me tonight"?

That night, he was very satisfied with holding her, and the other man had a terrible plan in his heart.