Ling Tian followed the palace maid around, calculating that the distance was three or four miles. I finally saw the copper peacock on the top of Changle Palace that wanted to fly high. A small door opened here. The eunuchs and palace ladies who went out to do private affairs and were in charge of procurement entered and exited through this gate.

Guiding Ling Tian in, the little palace maid pointed out the direction for Ling Tian and left in a hurry.

Ling Tian was unceremonious, and went straight to the inner courtyard.

For the first time in his life, Ling Tian had used his internal power spiritual sense before he had come into contact with the target, and he wanted to know if the little princess of the Yu family was the wife and niece of the Ministry of Rites. If that person is really her, then there will be a master guarding her side. If you find that there is no master of that level, then it means that the wife and niece of the Ministry of Rites are not the little princess of the Yu family. In that case, it would be pointless for Ling Tian to go in or not, so he would naturally turn around and leave.

Already approaching the inner courtyard, Ling Tian's ears full of internal strength had already faintly heard the whispers inside, and he had already smelled bursts of Qiluo incense in his nose.

Ten steps forward, I have stepped into the inner courtyard, as far as the eye can see, among the green leaves and red flowers, there is a faint figure with a graceful figure haunting.

Ling Tian had a faint smile on his lips, he had already found two people. Although these two people were full of restrained breath, they couldn't escape Ling Tian's divine search. However, this level, this kind of realm, although it is already qualified to make Ling Tian look sideways, it cannot be placed in Ling Tian's eyes.

Ling Tian secretly thought about the comparison in his heart, his own subordinates, I am afraid that even in the early hours of the morning, they would be able to easily break the alliance of these two people. But except for Ling Jian, Ling Chen, and Ling Chi, who were able to win steadily, the others were like the thirty-six iron-blooded guards, and I am afraid that they were only with them, and the weaker ones were even two people who could resist one person.

With such two people here, Ling Tian was almost certain that the so-called wife and niece of the Ministry of Rites Shangshu was undoubtedly the little princess of the Yu family. Presumably, the third person whose breath was a little weaker but did not hide it was the little princess of the Yu family.

Ling Tian smiled in his heart, and walked straight towards the direction where the three people were. Now, Ling Tian had recovered his internal strength, with the abilities of these three people, although Ling Tian was confident that they would not be able to discover their own aura, it would also be quite consuming to use it for a long time. If you can save, you will save.

Surrounded by layers of green leaves, there is an extremely clean jade case, in front of the case, is a small pond, in the middle of a strange rockery, surrounded by blue waves. Above, there are a few flowers and plants growing here and there. In the blue waves, a school of red fish is swimming freely. On the edge of the pond, a few weeping willows swayed in the wind, dancing and waving.

Now, on top of the jade table, a piece of white rice paper is being laid on it, and a girl in white is holding a pen and painting with her head hanging slightly, looking over from Ling Tian's side, but she can't see her face. It's just that Ling Tian can see from the cloud-like hair, knife-like fragrant shoulders, and slender waist that can only be grasped by one hand, even if this woman is not good-looking, she will definitely not be able to go there. and her quiet and elegant demeanor that emanates from invisibly, but it is only seen in Ling Tian's life.

It's an indescribable feeling, ethereal, but real, you can feel it, but you can't see it, but you clearly exist. For a moment, there were only two words in Ling Tian's heart: Fengzhi. For the woman in front of him, although he couldn't see her face, Ling Tian already felt that he couldn't describe her with 'style' and 'style', it seemed that only 'style' could barely depict it.

At a glance, Ling Tian had already developed a strong interest in this woman who was painting with her head bowed! This feeling was the first time that even the previous and present lives were combined! And all these feelings actually came from a back! Ling Tian shook his head, this feeling was even unbelievable to himself.

Behind the girl, three people stood. Three women. Two of them had gray hair, and the other was about forty years old. The third, like the painter, was a young and beautiful woman. However, Ling Tian didn't know him, and it was estimated that he was the daughter of the Ministry of Rites.

The moment Ling Tian appeared at the end of the path, two middle-aged women turned their heads at the same time, and their eyes looked at Ling Tian with lightning power.

Ling Tian showed a hint of apprehension just right, then smiled and walked over gently.

This is the Joten Emperor's Palace, and the only people who can come here are people from the imperial family. The special environment made the two women who turned their heads to look at Ling Tian instinctively think that Ling Tian might be a prince, and after a little hesitation, they moved out of the way.

The painting girl still didn't raise her head, as if she didn't notice Ling Tian's arrival.

Ling Tian held his breath and calmed down, slowly approached the jade case, and looked at the case.

The painting on the crisp white rice paper is almost finished. The painting is the pavilion in front of it, the rockery pond has been lifelike, and at present, the girl is painting the willow branches dancing in the wind. However, the spring breeze dances willows, the artistic conception is ethereal, and the most difficult thing for the painter is to grasp the artistic conception and charm in the painting. The girl seemed to be confused, her eyebrows frowned slightly, and she couldn't put pen to paper.

When Ling Tian looked at the painting carefully, he saw that although the girl's brushwork was skillful, she lacked a sense of agility, and although the painting was a cool object, it was a little more rigid. Although he knew that everyone in this world was like this, Ling Tian still sighed slightly. Can't you draw it with a beautiful woman like you?

Ling Tian inadvertently sighed, but the two women were awakened at the same time. One painter, one viewer. The two women looked up at him at the same time.

To Ling Tian's surprise, the woman who painted looked at her back was already the aura of heaven and earth, but when she saw her face, she had a dark complexion, although it was not ugly, but she was definitely not a beauty. Only the pair of elegant, light but indifferent eyes still shine.

Ling Tian's eyes saw her pair of slender and soft wattles that were as warm as jade, white and arrogant, and the exposed snow-white and pink half-cut pink neck, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl slightly, it seemed that this girl had changed her face.

The two women suddenly saw that in the place where the princess of a country should never have a man, there was an extremely handsome young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, which was not only unexpected. Suddenly, in addition to the prince, there is also that young man who can come here casually?

The woman who painted nodded slightly, greeted him, and said, "I heard that Gongzi's sigh seemed to be full of regret, somehow?" She didn't even ask Ling Tian's identity and origin, and skipped this section directly. Of course, I am afraid that after the identity is revealed, the cumbersome etiquette will be more troublesome, so it is better to pretend to meet in Pingshui, and scatter for a while, saving trouble.

Ling Tian couldn't help but secretly praise her for being smart, but since she didn't mention it, of course Ling Tian was happy not to mention it. Seeing her asking questions to herself, she was like an old friend for many years, and she didn't see the pretentiousness of ordinary women at all, and she seemed very down-to-earth and generous.

Ling Tian smiled and said: "It's not a good idea, it's just that seeing the girl painting, whether it is the brush, the ink, or the chapter, it is already the realm of a generation of grandmasters, and I really admire it." ”

The eyes of the two women lit up at the same time, and the woman who painted said, "In that case, why is Childe sorry?"

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