The man stood lonely outside, stunned, the rain on the eaves crossed the tile and hit the umbrella, a rain flower suddenly opened, Song Yuqiu was also extremely uncomfortable in her heart, and wanted to cry out loud in a trance.

Song Yuqiu wanted to call it, but she didn't know what it was, what was Song Yingche or Shen Weiai, Song Yuqiu waiting for? Song Yusui doesn't know, Song Yusui doesn't know, what's going on in this world! Who is Song Yuqiu? Song Yusui is called Shen Wei's sick child, do you know? Song Yuqiu, who had a splitting headache, could only squat down with her head in her arms.

In the end, the man turned his head and called Song Yusui gently, and turned into a woman, with white eyebrows and a face as white as jade, and she couldn't hide the peerless brilliance of the beauty with every gesture and move.

She smiled lightly at Song Yuqiu, like an apricot blossom stretched out on the surface of an umbrella, the rain gradually picked up, she summoned Song Yuqiu to walk over, and Song Yuqiu was also seduced, and it was difficult to restrain herself and slowly approached her.

She smiled very slyly, the moment she held Song Yuqiu's hand, the smile became hideously twisted, and suddenly turned into a pile of skeletons, Song Yuqiu screamed and shouted and desperately threw it out, but she was still unwilling to let go of Song Yuqiu's hands, and she pinched it tighter and tighter, wanting to crush Song Yuqiu's hand bones like a smash.

Song Yuxuan was so frightened that she woke up sweating, grabbing the peony pattern quilt and keeping her eyes open, but fortunately it was just a dream.

Although I was dreaming, I was still very afraid, and after entering the winter, I don't know how many times I dreamed, and the same thing ended up being woken up by myself. Every time, Song Yuxuan saw that person in a dream, he was a woman, a woman, a woman. Song Yuqiu always repeats her dreams: a woman, a man; a woman, a child; A woman. Recurring dreams may have given Song Yuqiu inspiration.

Su Hexiang's sweet taste made Song Yuqiu fall asleep again. "Biru is here!" Song Yuxuan shouted in her dream, and when she woke up, it was 12 o'clock in the night. "Where's Biru?" Song Yuxuan shouted at her. "Song Yuxuan went outside to look for you. In the early morning, when Cai Lan was waiting for Song Yusui to have breakfast, Song Yusui glanced at it and asked, "Where is Biru?" ”

Cai Lan gave Song Yu a few plates of cloth dishes, stepped aside and said, "She is insane." Slave and maid, call this master! ”

Song Yuxuan parked her there, drank green and opened the curtain and said: "Sister Biru provoked unclean things, she made a fuss all night yesterday, and as soon as she fell asleep, the master went around her and was absent this time. ”

"What's the matter with her?"

Drink green and serve wolfberry rice porridge to Song Yuqiu and put a bowl of it on Song Yuqiu and said: "Sister Biru slept in the snow in the middle of the night, and was picked up by Song Tuo, the night watchman, at that time, the whole body was cold, and she couldn't wake up for a long time, she couldn't tell what was going on, and the slave guessed that she must have been involved in unclean things."

Song Yuxuan put the porridge bowl down and smiled: "It's nonsense again!" ”

Yu Lu's eyes widened and he waved his hand: "The master doesn't know? Lan Ruotang is haunted and sealed, and the old lady used to discuss with the slaves and maids, and there are too many miscellaneous ghosts in the palace to be provoked. ”

Drinking green was raised by the palace people since he was a child.,I believe in the ghosts and gods very much.,I'm just joking on weekdays.。 It wasn't until after her death that Song Yuxuan knew it was true. One night, she suddenly woke up and said to Song Yuqiu: "Song Yuqiu is dead!" Song Yuqiu couldn't help but feel a panic. Song Yuxuan's heart suddenly hung in the air. But today, Song Yuxuan was also a little shocked by her words, remembering the bizarre dreams that have been repeated recently, could it be that she is also sticking to the ghost?

dismissed the left and right followers, took out a painting from the dark compartment of the drawer, tore off the blue cloth painting bag and slowly unfolded the painting, in front of him was the painting collected by Xue Mozhi, and he couldn't understand it for a long time.

After the theft of the painting, Song Yingche abolished Xue Mozhi as a concubine, and drove Xie Fangdian away, Chun'er was sentenced to fifty rods, and the dying man was imprisoned in the Huanyi Bureau, and He Weizhi was demoted to the position of the last painter of Yuntang.

hurt Song Yuxuan because of the theft of the painting, and the purpose of dealing with Xue Mozhi was naturally issued by Song Yuxuan, and Xue Mozhi's sharp curse was mixed with the crying of the servants and maids in the hall.

Song Yuxuan sneered, and ordered Biru to bring the imperial wine for Xue Mozhi to drink, she struggled for a while, and was forced into the wine by the waiter, she clasped her fingers around her throat, trying to spit out a mouthful of poisonous wine, and coughed violently.

Song Yuxuan held her chin and smiled and said, "Don't worry! You can also live a little longer, Song Yingche originally intended to give you poison. But Song Yusui couldn't bear it, so she helped her sister intercede, but now you only drink dumb medicine! She smiled and said, "Who do you say?" Is it your sister? Song Yuxuan smiled: "Of course it's her!" She laughed happily, and Song Yuxuan laughed too. Song Yuxuan's heart also became happy. For her, there is a sense of relief from being lifeless, she has countless enemies, and becoming a humiliated waste person can be regarded as karma.

Xue Shi pounced on Song Yuqiu and glared at Song Yuqiu aggrievedly, exhausted all the most poisonous words and scolded Song Yuqiu a few words, and suddenly, she pounced on Song Yuqiu and said, "You, please look at Song Yingche." Song Yuxuan thought about it again, and Song Yingche was enlightened. Please draw a picture. ”

In vain, I took a silk silk to stuff his mouth, and rebuked it: "The king makes you drink dumb medicine, because you don't want to hear your words, why do you want to be annoying?" ”

The dumb medicine quickly worked, Xue Shizhi held his throat, and struggled to pounce again, as if he wanted to die with Song Yuxuan, and was dragged away by Song Tuo, the attendant who followed Song Yuxuan.

After thoroughly inspecting Xue Mozhi's residence, he finally found a painting scroll behind the sacrificial shrine, and he took it back to Lan Ruotang for half a month to study, and there was no trace of it.

"Spring Peach Blossom Picture", take a closer look and know that it is from the hand of He Weizhi, the draft portrait also saw the peach blossom he painted on the day, this picture should be redrawn according to the careful modification, the bottom right blank part, with Li Xiaokai copied a poem written by Song Yuxuan that day.

The peach and plum are planted with a new color, and a few branches remain in the spring garden. The flowers are full of flowers, and the trees are full of greenery. Plant a grain of millet in spring and harvest 10,000 seeds in autumn. Good rain knows the season, when the wind and rain; Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. Half red and half white without rain, casually smiling.

It is difficult for Song Yusui to know how this painting could become the handle in He Weizhi's hands, and it is far-fetched to pull Song Yuqiu, but it is not the painting written by Song Yusui He Weizhi that day, calligraphy and painting are all He Weizhi's brushes and ordinary exercises.

What secrets are hidden in the words, forcing He Weizhi to work for Xue Mozhi willingly, Song Yuxuan wanted to paint less several times, but he took pity on He Weizhi and finally locked the painting in a drawer.