Leng Yue'er looked at the furnishings in the room very simply, but Leng Yue'er couldn't help but wrinkle when she looked at the portrait hanging on the wall.

Although this house is small, it is full of portraits of a woman, laughing or quiet or dancing, Leng Yue'er looked at the woman closely, it was really beautiful. Most of the time, the woman in the painting wears a pale yellow dress, which seems to have been born for her. It's so beautiful and dazzling in her. The woman is very good-looking, a pair of willow eyebrows, a pair of smart big eyes, a small mouth, a delicate face, every move seems to reveal infinite charm, you may think that this woman is very charming when you see her at first sight, but, if you look closely, you will find that this woman is full of tranquility, a touch of elegance. This is a woman who never gets tired of looking at in vain. Leng Yue'er felt that this woman could be compared with her master, or better than her teacher, because this woman could be lively and elegant. This is a spiritual creature of heaven and earth, and it is the darling of this world. Leng Yue'er really wants to see such a beautiful woman now.

The sound of the door opening rang, and Leng Yue'er turned around to see Natsume walking in.

"I'm sorry, I didn't come in on purpose, I just came in because this house was special." Leng Yue'er was embarrassed, after all, this was someone's place, and it was too rude for her to come in so unceremoniously. Leng Yue'er suddenly regretted that she had asked why she would come in.

"It's okay, you can come to this place if you want." Natsume smiled.

"Well, who's the woman in this portrait?" Leng Yue'er regretted it as soon as she said this, idiot, this is someone's secret, and she definitely doesn't want to say it.

"Is it pretty?" Natsume quietly looked at the woman in the painting.

"Beautiful, very good." Leng Yue'er's words are really heartfelt.

"Hmm. She's good more than just her looks. You know, she's the kindest person in the world. He is also the person who knows me best. Natsume said this with a gentle smile on her face, as if reminiscing about the time she spent with him.

"Is she the girl you talked about last time?" Leng Yue'er looked at Natsume like this and remembered the story he had told him before.

"Hmm." Natsume looked at the portrait and nodded faintly.

"You haven't finished the story, can you finish it?" Leng Yue'er glanced at Natsume and then at the woman in the painting.

"I'll tell you when I have a chance in the future, you should be hungry, let's eat." Natsume paused for a moment before turning to leave.

"It turns out that I was so beautiful in my previous life." Leng Yue'er looked at the portrait and couldn't help muttering.

"Aren't you leaving?" Natsume, who was walking, turned around and saw that Leng Yue'er was still looking at the portrait without following her.

"Well, let's go." Leng Yue'er turned around and smiled. There are some things she doesn't know why, maybe only she knows.

It's a time of peach blossoms.

Under the peach tree in the garden, a woman was stroking the harp, and the sound of the harp was pleasant, like the sound of flowing water and the call of a lark. The woman's shadow is even more beautiful, a pale pink gauze dress, a streamer tied around the waist, some small bells are hung on this belt, with the wind, the streamer dances, the bell and the sound of the piano are one, like a spiritual creature in this peach forest, the woman is like a spirit in this forest, smart and beautiful.

"Miss." A pale green woman came out from not far away.

"How's the investigation going?" The woman didn't stop playing.

"Miss, Murong Gongzi is in the Demon Realm at the moment."

"Well, Demon Realm, where did Senior Brother go?" The woman's harp stopped.

"It seems to be for a woman." The woman in green cautiously returned.

"A woman from the Demon Realm?" The woman frowned.

"It's like a mortal."

"Mortal?" The woman's brow furrowed even deeper. Senior brother, you have done this for the sake of a mortal.

"Pack up, let's go to the Demon Realm." The woman played the harp again. She remembered that her brother had said that her piano was the best music in the world.

"Yes." The woman in green went down. The woman was still playing the piano, but the sound of the piano was obviously a little trembling.

Leng Yue'er lay on the rocking chair, looked at the book in her hand and couldn't help but sigh, when will this be able to be cultivated. Leng Yue'er learned from this kind of book that this cultivation is divided into primary, intermediate, advanced, top, and ultimate, five levels, Leng Yue'er saw that at this time she still thought that this was quite little, but, seeing that Leng Yue'er was not calm at the back, each level was divided into ten levels, that is to say, if you want to go from elementary to intermediate, then first pass the middle ten levels, and these ten levels are not good, you must meet the conditions, and this condition is that the foundation laid when you just practiced can go up to the next level when you are full, but, Leng Yue'er smacked her lips, It seems that there is a bit of a problem with my foundation. If you knew better, you just wanted a small bottle. Leng Yue'er looked down again, okay, the small bottle still doesn't work. The elemental energy of a cultivator's spell still depends on how many things you have in your foundation. To put it bluntly, when you use a skill, you are releasing the energy in your foundation, and when the energy in the foundation is used up, your skill is useless. Leng Yue'er could only comfort herself when she saw this, which showed that her energy was a lot. Hey, no wonder Murong Qingli had that kind of expression. Leng Yue'er really felt that her life was so dramatic at the moment. Looking up at the sky, well, well, the sky is very blue, and you still have to walk your own way, don't you? Leng Yue'er rubbed her temples and read a book.

"Miss, it's not good." Leng Yue'er was in a trance for a while when she heard this voice, feeling that she was still in the Seven Kings' Mansion, and this voice was either from Xiaolan or Xiaocui, and I don't know if they are good or not, as well as Xiaodong and Liu Xiaohua.

"What's wrong?" Leng Yue'er closed the book and looked at the little girl who hurriedly ran in front of her.

"The prime minister's daughter is here." The little maid said breathlessly.

"The Prime Minister's daughter?" Leng Yue'er couldn't help frowning, who is the daughter of this prime minister, could it be that she is someone who likes Natsume. No, wait, like、、、、、、

"Is it called Medusa?" Leng Yue'er remembered the huge woman in the hotel.

"Yes."

"What is she doing here?" Leng Yue'er asked speechlessly. This woman can't be taking a fancy to Natsume again.

"She said she was going to settle accounts." The little maid said with a confused face.

"Well, do I have an account with her?" Leng Yue'er was dumbfounded, she wouldn't regret this decisive deal.

"Miss, this is the residence of the second prince, please don't break in." A voice could be heard in the distance.

Leng Yue'er heard this voice and remembered the woman's figure, now that Natsume is no more, she should find a place to take refuge.

Leng Yue'er hurriedly got down from the recliner and was about to leave.

"Where are you going?"

Leng Yue'er paused, stopped, took a deep breath, and looked back at the woman.

"Hello."