Lan Yuantian clutched his chest, he only felt as if his heart was being shattered.

"Is it really just a stranger? I'm different from the second brother, the fifth brother understands you, and the fifth brother wants to atone for his sins...... For the sake of our blood connection, give the fifth brother a chance to atone for his sins, okay? ”

Lan Yunyi smiled at him again: "Stranger? If you hadn't chosen to kill yourself in front of Lan Guangfu that day, I would have killed you later. ”

"You don't have to test with your actions how much I hate you and how much I hate Lan Fu. That's enough, Lan Yuanday. ”

Lan Yuanday's little face twitched twice, and he sobbed twice.

Feeling Lan Yunyi's knife-like eyes, he finally opened his mouth hesitantly: "Second brother...... The second brother has been entering the palace a lot recently, and I overheard it in the study...... He seems to have vaguely mentioned your name, I don't know what he's going to do, it's better to be careful. ”

Lan Yunyi was silent and did not reply.

Lan Yuanday's body turned around stiffly, and hot tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.

He thought that Yun Yi let him in so happily that their relationship would have room for reversal.

didn't expect that what was waiting for him was more decisive words, and he seemed to be unable to wait for Yun Yi's forgiveness for the rest of his life.

Lan Yuantian stiffened his fragile back, and walked out in small steps with nostalgia and reluctance.

"You are alone in the palace, no matter what you do, you must be careful, don't believe the words of others, don't eat the food sent by others, and test the poison with a silver needle before every meal......"

"After returning from someone else's palace, it is best to check your clothes, shoes and socks carefully, and it is cold today, I just listened to you, and found that you have a little nasal voice, you have to add more clothes yourself, and change into shoes and socks with velvet......"

"In winter, the wound on your wrist will hurt very much, and there will be frostbite on the back of your hand, Xiao Yunyi don't be lazy, from now on, you have to apply ointment to your hands every day, I brought some ointment from Lanfu, which you used to apply in the past, and it was sandwiched in the picture scroll......"

"Xiao Yunyi, Xiao Yunyi, if you are wronged by others, or if you are homesick, come to me, where there is me, there will definitely be your home."

After Lan Yuantian finished speaking, he couldn't help sobbing a little, he hurriedly covered his mouth, hid his subsequent crying voice, and ran out as if he was running away.

Lan Yunyi looked at Lan Yuan's chattering like a little old man, sitting motionless in her position, she slowly narrowed her eyes, hiding the emotions in her eyes.

When Lan Yuantian left, the little palace maid in the palace probed her brain into the hall again.

Lan Yunyi lives in the side hall of Concubine Zhen's palace at the moment, and there were originally some furnishings in the palace, but because Lan Yunyi didn't like the gorgeous decorations very much, she withdrew them all, and it looked a little empty at the moment.

At this moment, the little palace maid saw a picture scroll spread out on the wooden table next to Lan Yunyi, and planned to help her clean it up, but as soon as she got the painting, the whole person froze.

"This ...... Isn't this the picture of the tiger fighting painted by the legendary heart order painter?? The little palace maid looked at the words in her hand in surprise, and almost screamed out of her voice.

Holding this painting in your hand is not equivalent to holding a row of courtyards in the bustling area of the capital?

"You also know the name of the Heart Order?" Lan Yunyi raised her head in some surprise and looked at her curiously.

"I know!" The little palace maid nodded hurriedly.

Although I don't know whether this master is a man or a woman, and I don't know the life and age of the painter, but the painter is like a god, this tiger fighting picture draws the soul of the tiger and the character of the painter. I heard that every stroke was carefully calculated, and the master sharpened his sword for ten years before he painted this masterpiece. ”

"But looking at the tattered appearance of this canvas, this painting has probably undergone the baptism of war, and the soul painter is probably from the previous dynasty, and the slave and maid will never be seen again!"

The little palace maid's hands made the appearance of Xizi holding her heart, but there was some regret hidden in her eyes.

Lan Yunyi frowned deeply, looking at her suspiciously, and there was something strange hidden in her eyes.

Is it that amazing?

Isn't this just that she painted casually, finished it in five minutes, and then felt that the tiger was too ugly, and crumpled the paper into a ball in annoyance, and threw it on the ground, only to be tattered?

At that time, she didn't know how to do business, and every day when she was hungry was spinning, and she finally got a steamed bun, but a person rushed out of the beggar pile and snatched her steamed bun.

She was scarlet-eyed, and followed the old beggar silently for three days and three nights, just to ask for an explanation.

The old beggar couldn't stand it anymore, and begged her to raise his noble hand, and promised to teach her to paint, saying that if she painted and sold it for money, she would be able to make a fortune and support herself.

But after Lan Yunyi studied for three days, the beggar looked at Lan Yunyi's paintings, and waved his hand straight, saying that he couldn't afford to teach it.

After that, in order to prevent Lan Fu's brother from knowing that he was painting, Lan Yunyi said that he was not doing his job, so he changed several names, sold many paintings in the art workshop, and bought his first shop with the money he saved from painting.

In the end, the paintings seemed to be sold for a very high price by the workshop, but the workshop only gave her some silver and sent her away, and she was so soft-spoken that she couldn't say anything, so she stopped writing and went to business.

The name of the heart order is the dismantling of her small character Li'er's pity, and it is her last name, but this matter is probably only known to the shopkeeper of the painting workshop, and a few people who are extremely painters in the same period.

The little palace maid didn't know what Lan Yunyi was thinking in her heart, she was just amazed at the Fighting Tiger Diagram in her hand.

Her father was a down-and-out painter, and he used to recite this picture of fighting tigers in her ears every day, as if he was enchanted.

"Look at the blank space at the tiger's head, this artistic conception! You look at the trembling tiger whiskers, this force! ”

Lan Yunyi looked in the direction of her finger, the corners of her mouth twitching.

The tiger's head is blank because there is no ink, and the tiger's whiskers are trembling because she stays up late to paint and is a little sleepy.

How does this make her explain ......?

"Miss Yun Yi, let me help you hang this painting! The slave maid used to think that this hall was empty, and it was really just right to hang this picture! This famous and peerless painting, I'm afraid that as soon as people enter the hall, they will be stunned by the grandeur of this painting, right? ”

Lan Yunyi listened, couldn't help licking her lips, feeling a little ashamed, so she said:

"You don't have to hang it up, you want as much as you want this kind of thing, it's really buried in the temple!"

"How many are you needing?"

The little palace maid looked at Lan Yunyi suspiciously, and then looked at the scroll in her hand, her eyes seemed to be flashing with a big question mark.