The water dyeing painting suddenly felt guilty in his heart, and his predecessor was really enough to toss, and he actually caused her so much trouble. However, through this incident, she understood that the predecessor was not just a concubine. And her unpredictable martial arts, where did she come from?

It seems that this seemingly miserable daughter of the Prime Minister is by no means as simple as it seems, and too many unknown secrets are buried in the deepest part of the years with her departure.

"Hehe, that, everyone doesn't know, I, since I woke up last time, I have lost a lot of memories. As for what is going on, I don't know. Mizudye smiled awkwardly.

Shui Dying Ling took a closer look, and the woman on the painting really had a nine-point resemblance to the fifth sister. There are very few encounters in memories, and every time I paint a water-dyed painting, I hang my head down, and I can't see my face clearly.

It's just that how could the fifth sister go to that kind of place, that thousand-foot cliff, is not something that ordinary people can go to. It seems that this fifth sister is not as simple as it seems.

"I was still figuring out who the woman in this painting was, it turned out to be a dyed painting." Tong Junyan suddenly screamed, and his voice could not hide his surprise.

"Brother Yan, then you say, who is more beautiful, me or Tubaozi?" Bai Luoyue kept blinking, it didn't work like that.

Everyone couldn't help laughing, the three black lines on the forehead of the water-dyed painting, these two goods are really strange in the world.

"Haha, of course you're beautiful." Tong Junyan said perfunctorily.

The big eyes instantly lit up, "Brother Yan, you also said that you don't like me, you see, you admit it now." You think you don't have self-knowledge, they all say that there is Xi Shi in the eyes of lovers, Brother Yan, I am Xi Shi in your eyes. ”

One was so narcissistic that he couldn't do it, and the others almost threw up. Bai Luoyue, can you be more narcissistic? On the other hand, the fairy-like brother seems to have long been accustomed to the narcissism of his sister. For the magnified narcissism of his own sister, he didn't move his eyelids.

Several of them are temperamental people, and they immediately chatted from all over the world without scruples. Seeing that it was getting late, Shui Dye Painting took the lead in getting up and saying goodbye to a few people, who immediately stood up, saying that it was not too early and it was time to go back, so several people walked out together.

Out of the Tsinghua Building, they said goodbye one after another. Before leaving, a certain one threw out a sentence to the water dyeing painting, "Tu Baozi, you must wait for me at home tomorrow." ”

When I returned to the Dyeing and Painting Academy, I saw Lian Rui standing by the door from a distance. It feels good to have someone waiting.

"Miss, you're back."

"Hmm."

After entering the house, Mizudye poured a glass of water and drank it slowly. With a look of wanting to say something, she walked to the opposite side of the water-dyed painting and sat down.

Glancing at the little girl, Shui Dye said, "Did something happen during my absence?" ”

Lian Rui was stunned for a moment, "Miss, Xiangye sent someone to tell Miss to let Miss move into the inner courtyard tomorrow." ”

"You pack up and see which ones you can take away."

This dyeing and painting institute really can't live anymore, and in the event of a rainstorm, the master and servant will not be able to explain here.

"Oh, the slave maid still thinks that Miss ......" Lian Rui looked surprised, but she didn't expect Miss to agree without hesitation, she thought she would have to grind it.

Now Shui Xuanyi took the initiative to let her move back to the inner courtyard, which was exactly what she wanted. Thinking of the Prime Minister's wife, the water-dyed fairy, and the water-dyed detachment, the corners of the water-dyed lips unconsciously evoked a strange arc.

Thinking of Shui Xuanyi, she couldn't help but think of a face, a face that was always cold as frost when facing her, the father she loved and hated.

Now she has a kind of melancholy that the past is unbearable. Some people and some things can not be forgotten. Some memories are not stranded, but they can be shallow.

Man is the embodiment of emotion and cold-bloodedness, burning vigorously with love and hatred on the one hand, and cruel and ruthless on the other hand. The space blocked Dad's annoying ruthlessness, but it couldn't take away the sadness that went deep into the bone marrow.

The last ray of sunset on the horizon fell, and the water-dyed painting sitting in the courtyard suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and his blood surged from time to time. What's going on?

Clutching his chest, his little face was as white as paper, and the pain was pervasive. There were many phantoms in his eyes, and a golden hall seemed to appear in front of him, and the man sitting on the high position, the mask shining with silver light, reflected a strange light.

"Wutian, are you guilty?" The man's cold voice echoed in his mind for a long time.

"Dancing sky, confession." Dyeing and painting the weak Dao, the eyes that were a little dilated by the pain lost their former brilliance.

The thin body slowly fell, and at the moment when he was about to fall to the ground, a white light flashed, catching the figure of the dyed painting slowly falling.

The deep eyes stared closely at the dyed painting in his arms, and the little white face of the dyed painting was almost transparent. Bai Qiyue's slender and white fingers touched the thin cheeks, and her thin lips opened slightly, "Who are you?" ”

Bai Chopping Moon's voice was very soft, very light, scattered in the air, and there was no trace to be found.

The fingers suddenly touched the red lips that were dyed like flowers, and the narrow eyes became even deeper.

A handful of dyed paintings were picked up horizontally, a few ups and downs, and disappeared into the depths of the night.

In an elegant courtyard on the outskirts, the old butler is waiting to extinguish the last lantern. With a flash of white light in front of him, a long white figure stood in the courtyard.

The old butler called out excitedly: "Master, why are you here?" ”

Bai Qiyue didn't turn around, and a cold voice came: "Bring the antidote to the soul devouring." There was unmistakable majesty in his voice.

The old housekeeper's body was slightly paused, what did the master want the antidote to devouring the soul? Although he was confused, he didn't dare to ask.

"The old slave obeys." Glancing at the dye painting in the master's arms, the old housekeeper looked incredulous, the master is never close to women, why did he suddenly come back with a woman in his arms tonight, and he wanted the antidote to devouring the soul as soon as he opened his mouth. After being stunned for a while, the old housekeeper walked lightly to the backyard.

Bai Qiyue's body flashed, and even disappeared in place.

In the quiet and simple room, Bai Chuyue carefully put the dye painting in her arms on the bed, and gently covered her with a quilt, her deep eyes pouted with a touch of tenderness that even he himself could not perceive.

The old butler's efficiency was really not ordinarily high, and in a moment, the old butler's old voice sounded outside the door: "Master, the antidote to the soul devouring has been delivered." ”

"Come in." Bai Qiyue's cold voice came from inside the house, and the old housekeeper gently pushed open the door, approached Bai Qiyue, lowered his head, and respectfully handed over the porcelain vase in his hand.

"Go down." After taking the porcelain bottle in the old butler's hand, after spit out a cold sentence with his thin lips, he sat on the edge of the bed and poured the pill into the palm of his hand.

The deep gaze is all poured into the little face that is dyed and painted, the eyes are low-light, and the heart that has been silent for many years ripples in circles.

At this moment, something is quietly changing.