"Yes, you're hurting people and don't want to pay for it." Yao Yuchen said a little angrily. Suddenly seemed to think of something, turned his head, looked at Shui Dying Ling with burning eyes, and said in a deep voice: "I have heard that the fourth lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion has all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and I happened to have a shocking work not long ago, I wonder if the fourth lady can solve her worries?" Yao Yuchen didn't know when he took out a scroll and slowly unfolded it on the table.

A beautiful picture scroll is displayed in the bottom of the eye, it is a picture of a lady, and the beautiful face of the woman is fascinating. The clear eyes stare quietly, the affection under the eyes is dazzling, the corners of the lips are slightly hooked, and the shallow pear vortex on the lips is lovely. Behind the woman is a mountain stream shrouded in white mist, two green peaks go straight into the sky, a round of sunset is embedded between the two peaks, and the orange light and shadow are cast on the back of the woman Juanxiu, which is indescribably dreamy.

A trace of doubt flashed in my heart, why is the woman in the painting so familiar? But I can't remember where I've seen it, and I'm frowning slightly.

The little face of the water-dyed Ling turned white instantly, and her blurry eyes were full of memories. This painting comes from her hand, remember a year ago, she traveled hand in hand with her best friend, passing by a mountain stream, a beautiful woman suddenly appeared at the end of the mountain stream, but in a blink of an eye, the woman's elegant figure disappeared without a trace, at that time she thought she was dazzled, and did not take this matter to heart, after coming back, with the memory of that moment, the woman painted down, this painting can be said to have exhausted her life's energy, it took half a year to complete, three months ago, she transferred this painting to her best friend, How could it be in his hands now?

A bad premonition came to my heart, and a feeling of being deceived arose spontaneously, the concubine Li Yanqing of the Zhongshu Ling, and Yao Yuchen's fiancée was Li Yanxuan, the daughter of the Zhongshu Ling.

As soon as he saw this painting, Tong Junyan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurriedly came over and asked, "Isn't this the priceless picture of the lady in Li Yanxuan's hand?" How did it get to you? ”

Yao Yuchen glanced at Tong Junyan lightly, pursed his lips, and stopped talking.

'Bang', something is broken in my heart, it turns out that everything is just a trap for that woman with ulterior motives. My heart seemed to be torn with a bloody wound, and it hurt to the bone.

Bai Qiyue's deep eyes stared at the woman in the painting for a moment, her picturesque eyebrows frowned slightly, and her eyes couldn't help but sweep over the woman's beautiful little face, and a cold glow flashed under her eyes.

Looking at Shui Dyed Ling's instantly pale little face, Yao Yuchen was a little unbearable. But for her sake, he had to.

Several people had different thoughts, and a strange atmosphere suddenly spread in the room, and no one spoke.

I don't know how long later, a high female voice came, and at the same time the door was pushed open, and a shadow flashed, breaking the silence of the room.

"Brother Yan, I'm here." The people who came ran towards Tong Junyan excitedly, ignoring everyone's strange eyes, blatantly grabbed Tong Junyan's arm, and said with a sweet smile: "Brother Yan, do you miss Luo Yue?" I miss you so much. ”

As soon as he saw Bai Luoyue, Tong Junyan suddenly looked at Bai Luoyue defensively, and said with disgust: "You, you girl, where is it cool, don't stick to me." ”

"I won't, you are the man I Bai Luoyue fancies, if I don't stick to you, who will I stick?" A hint of cunning flashed in the bright big eyes: "Hehe, Brother Yan, you can marry me, I promise that you will never lose." ”

Looking at the cunning that flashed in the eyes of this ghost, Tong Junyan secretly said in his heart: It's not good, this girl has to play tricks again.

"How can a daughter of yours say such a thing?" Tong Junyan looked distressed, and his eyes for help swept over and over the water-dyed painting.

I can see that the scalp of the water dye painting is numb, for this superb second goods, the water dye painting is also powerless, my hands are spread, I can't help you, you always ask for more blessings.

Seeing that Tong Junyan was just 'squeezing his eyebrows' at others, and he didn't plan to pay attention to her at all, Bai Luo became more and more angry, turned his eyes angrily, and his small mouth suddenly opened into an O-shape. The anger in his eyes disappeared in an instant, and his eyes were filled with excitement.

Let go of Tong Junyan's hand, ran to the water-dyed picture like the wind, and said: "Ah, Tubaozi, it turns out that you are here, and the county lord has come to the Prime Minister's Mansion to look for you." ”

Pursing his lips, a faint mist began to appear in someone's eyes. The water dyeing painting suddenly looked at Bai Shuyue, who had never said a word from beginning to end, with a pitiful face, and the meaning in his eyes could not be more obvious.

Bai Qiyue's handsome face was slightly stunned, and he took a deep look at the water-dyed painting, and half-rang Fang slightly opened his thin lips, and said, "Luo Yue, don't be rude." "It's a small voice, but it's solemn.

Bai Luoyue immediately settled down, his eyes suddenly swept over the painting scroll on the table that had not been put away, only to feel that his eyes lit up, as if he saw some treasure, picked up the painting scroll on the table, and said, "Who painted the soil buns so beautifully?" After speaking, he didn't forget to look at the woman opposite again.

After Bai Luoyue said this, the water dye painting suddenly realized, it turned out that the person on the painting turned out to be her, no wonder she looked familiar, but I don't know where she had seen it, this can't be blamed on her, after all, she just came, and she didn't look at this face carefully, except for the last time she tried on clothes, in order to meet the occasion, she swept the face in the mirror in a trance, and the beautiful and unparalleled face was enough to make people unforgettable, but she didn't care about it at the time. Now when I see the portrait, I just feel familiar.

The water dye painting raised his eyes, and suddenly looked at the surprised gaze cast by the others.

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?