It's just that the queen mother has always emphasized that Murong Huan has a supple temperament, how can she feel that it is not like that at all? How can that little wild cat with teeth and claws be linked to the word supple? Looking at the few paintings on the painting scroll, Baili Moxu fell into deep thought.

After a while, Baili Moxu put down the scroll, pressed his hand on the corner of the desk, and the ground in the middle of the study silently cracked more than a foot wide, revealing a dark passage that meandered down, Baili Moxu grabbed the scroll on the table and walked down. The ground closed on its own accord again.

Baili Moxu walked in, and after a while, he arrived at a secret room. The chamber was about half the size of a study on the ground, and on one wall hung a portrait of a woman.

The woman in the painting is about eleven years old, at first glance from the folk, dressed plainly, her long hair is tied with ribbons at will, but it has a unique charm and looks fresh and refined. The woman stood beside a mountain stream and carried a small bamboo basket containing some wild vegetables and mushrooms. Under the sun, the woman's faint smile carried a kind of otherworldly tranquility.

Baili Moxu stood in front of the painting, staring at the woman on the painting affectionately, the eyes were too complicated, there was love, longing and a trace of indescribable pain, "Cuncun, one day, I will find evidence and avenge you......"

After a long time, Baili Moxu unfolded the scroll in his hand, comparing it with the painting on the wall, and his brows became tighter and tighter. The only difference is that the woman painted on the wall is younger.

In fact, it is superfluous to compare this portrait, the preserved appearance has long been deeply rooted in Baili Moxu's heart, and the painting on the wall is his own handwriting. He just wanted too much to find something different between the two. However, he searched and searched and couldn't find it, how could this Murong Huan be so similar to her?

Especially Murong Huan on this picture scroll, his demeanor is so consistent with the existence in his memory, it seems that there is always a trace of sadness between his eyebrows, with a trace of dazedness. On the contrary, Murong Huan, who was standing in front of him tonight, was obviously a little different. She is more rebellious, more stubborn, and more indescribably agile than the people in this painting.

"Cuncun, does Murong Huan have anything to do with you?Why are you so similar?Is she sent by God to compensate this king?Or is she you?Or, is she your incarnation?" Baili Moxu stared at the person in the painting on the wall for a long time, and he didn't know when the scroll in his hand fell to the ground......

The next day, Murong Huan was woken up by Xiaoqin before he could sleep enough, "Princess, it's time to get up, the prince is waiting for you, you are going to enter the palace with the prince today to meet the emperor and the queen!"

"Enter the palace?!" Murong Huan shook his head in a daze, "I'm not going!" Secretly cursed someone in his heart, he was so right to my sister last night, why did my sister go to compensate your father and mother for a smile?

"No!" Xiaoqin shook her head, "The prince's maid came early in the morning and brought clothes, saying that the prince would wait for you in the flower hall......!

"I'm not going, I'm hurting, I'm going to sleep, I'm going to have to heal. Murong Huan rolled over and covered his head with the quilt. You ruptured my sister's wound, so my sister was not in the mood to get up so early to accompany you into the palace.

"Do you still want to sleep?" Suddenly, the window of the inner room opened without wind, and the cold voice like broken jade suddenly sounded by the window.