(Cat pounces Chinese) Nan Zhao's first reaction, Wen Ye is resurrected! However, after they chased them to the courtyard of the third aunt of the Ouyang family, they denied it to Shen Ruso!

She looked at the Taoist priest's meaningful face and replied subconsciously

"You mean, in order to confirm whether Ouyang Yi is Wen Ye, he deliberately didn't make a move?"

"Look, you've thought of it yourself!" Lu Donglai stretched his waist lazily in front of her, but Nan Zhao's heart was a little empty.

She remembered what Xue Lian, the corpse keeper, said that in Wucheng that day, Shen Rugu and Wen Ye were husband and wife in the previous life, so- is it true?

She hadn't asked all the way, for the simple reason that she didn't believe the corpse keeper's words. If it is as he says, then who is she and what position is she in?

"Little spirit girl, what do you think, tell the poor way!" Lu Donglai suddenly looked concerned, where did she have the heart to deal with him at the moment, and walked forward in a muffled voice.

After walking a few steps, she met Xiao Sima, who came to look for her.

"Mrs. Shen, Grandpa Guo is invited-" Nan Zhao didn't dare to slack off, sorted out his mood, put aside his distracting thoughts, and followed Xiao Sima to Sima Feng's side.

This time, there was no one else, and even Xiao Sima led her here, and she retreated! Sima Feng was waiting for her in his private study, and Nan Zhao stepped in.

This study room is similar to the whole feeling of the Guogong Mansion, magnificent, spacious, due east is also for the martial god Guan Gong, and there is a copper weapon rack on the side, on which is a big knife, which should be the weapon used by Sima Feng back then.

"You should be seventeen this year, right?" Sima Feng opened his mouth first.

"Yes." Nan Zhao agreed, wondering in his heart, how could this Zhenguo Gong know how old she was. The old man was writing on the shore with a thick brush in his hand, and seemed to know what was going on her mind, and spoke slowly

"Thirty years ago, a group of northern barbarians entered the border of our Yan country to burn and loot, I was only a deputy general at the time, and I was ordered to lead people to strangle; After a melee with hundreds of barbarians, the brother brought by the old man was killed and wounded, and the old man was also seriously injured, but fortunately he was rescued by a benefactor; The benefactor has excellent medical skills, and has the ability to be a stranger, at that time he said something to the old man, the old man benefited a lot, and then even made military merits, should have returned to the sky to recuperate, but the benefactor warned me that the sky is the place where the old man lived, and he would die when he returned, and the old man dispelled the idea. Ouyang Fengcai saw her for the first time, and actually talked to her about his old adulthood, Nan Zhao listened carefully and did not interject.

"Almost everything that the benefactor and the old man said were correct, but there was only one thing, the old man didn't believe it at the time." Nan Zhao asked

"What?"

"The benefactor said that my Sima family will produce an emperor in the future, the old man is a martial artist, he has never had the right to ambition, he has no children under his knees, only three daughters, how to become an emperor? If these words are heard by those who have a heart, it is estimated that the whole family of my Sima will fall to the ground, so the old man was angry, gave him gold and silver, and let him leave! The more she listened, the more serious she became, and asked

"And then?"

"It's the old man who is shallow, like him, how can he see gold, silver and jewelry, he doesn't ask for anything, and leaves! Three years later, the emperor chose a concubine, and the eldest daughter of the old man was selected, and she was given the position of concubine when she entered the palace, and she was favored by the emperor, and gave birth to a prince the following year......" When Ouyang Feng recalled this, his radiant expression suddenly dimmed

"Pity my grandson, Yang'er, who was born noble, and whose mother's family is also prominent, but he has suffered so much that he has not had a good day, and the reason why he suffers from these is only because of a strange mark on his neck."

"When Yang'er was seven years old, he was given poisoned soup, and the old man was in Tiandu at the time, after hearing the news, he wanted to break into the harem to seek justice for my grandson, but outside the palace gate, he met a benefactor many years ago, he stopped me, and told me that Yang'er was not dead, as a result, my Yang'er was indeed not dead, but what was waiting for him was endless suffering. It was the benefactor who said that in his life, suffering will eventually have its head, and he needs to find someone with the same strange mark on his neck, and one day ...... "can achieve great things!"

Xu is taboo something, Sima Feng didn't finish his words after all, but Nan Zhao had already guessed what he was going to say, after all, she already knew most of this story!

This is the prophecy that Sima Feng said before, as soon as he saw Nan Zhao's spiritual flower, he knew that this woman was the one who wanted to help his grandson achieve great things, so he would be so relieved of her, without any guilt.

Also, the old man is a straight man, he can't go around the bend, and he will make it clear as soon as he comes, so you don't have to guess in your stomach.

Nan Zhao admired the old man's popularity very much, but in the face of these heartfelt words, he really didn't know what to say.

Thinking that Sima Feng was almost finished, Nan Zhao was about to retreat, but the old man suddenly remembered something and asked her

"Today's good-looking son...... "When I came just now, I only cared about talking about King Tai'an, and Shen Ruyu and Lu Donglai didn't mention it, and these two didn't like to be noticed very much, so Nan Zhao was busy introducing at this moment

"His surname is Shen, and he is my husband!" The old man nodded, looked at her, and stopped talking.

Nan Zhao asked patiently

"What else do you have to say?" The other party hesitated for a moment, but finally opened his mouth.

"The old man listened to what the benefactor said, to find the person with the spirit flower in his hand, so he sent someone to inquire around, and then found a painting, it is rumored that this painting is three hundred years ago, the old man took the painting, it has no effect, so he has been in the caisson to collect, several years have passed, I have forgotten, today I saw that Shen Gongzi, I remembered!" When Nan Zhao heard this, he was very excited, could it be that the painting was related to Shen Rugu?

"Can Zhen Guogong show that painting to Nanzhao?" Before she came, Sima Feng had already turned the painting out of the box, put it on the desk at the moment, and when she asked, he took it out and handed it to her.

Nan Zhao's heart was inexplicably excited, because what she had heard the most before was her previous life, and now she heard Sima Feng say that the painting was three hundred years ago, and it was related to Shen Rugu, and she intuitively felt that the painting should be Shen Rugu's previous life.

She quickly unfolded the ancient painting and saw two people, a man and a woman. The man was dressed in white, sitting cross-legged next to the piano and playing the piano, looking like an immortal, even on paper, his demeanor and eyebrows were the same as Shen Ru's.

And the woman's appearance is captivating, her eyes are delicate, she snuggles up next to the man, and her head leans on each other's shoulders affectionately.

Nan Zhao's gaze finally fell on the black staff placed on the corner of the woman's skirt, and the expression on his face had condensed together, and for a moment, his mind was blank.

No wonder, Sima Feng got this ancient painting, and went around looking for someone with a spirit flower in his hand, but he couldn't find it.

Because it's not her in this painting. Sitting next to Shen Rugu was Wen Ye......

"Three hundred years ago, he was my Ye Xian's lover, three hundred years later, they reappeared in the world, of course, they want to have a lover and eventually become a family......" The words of the corpse keeper, for some reason, echoed in his ears again, and the painting in Nanzhao's hand also fell to the ground.

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