Ye Xue wanted to send Nangong away from the rest of the day, but suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, so she pretended to be sad and lowered her head, "Did the princess ask Yahuan to ask me to move over...... But...... Wureiin is the place where the mother died for birth...... I don't want to go back......"

Ye Xue looked like she was afraid of touching the scene, which made Nangong Xiaoyao feel distressed and even more guilty.

Because of all the torture that Yexue suffered, he was ashamed of Feng Wuling, and now Yexue thinks that it was Wuling Courtyard that the princess asked her to move to......

Nangong Xiaoyao remembered that after he healed Nangong Wuming's injuries, he turned around and went to Wuling Courtyard, but he was faced with a dilapidated and desolate cool courtyard.

Xuanyuan Hongjiang did such a great job, and no one even asked anyone to clean the yard, so that Wu Ling's favorite books were rotten by worms!

Nangong Xiaoyao clenched his fists. When he goes back, he will ask Xuanyuan Hongzhen to clean up the Wuling Courtyard, and he will never let the last traces of Wuling in this world be erased.

Nangong Xiaoyao said to Ye Xue: "It's okay if you don't move back today, Wuling Courtyard has been vacant for so many years, and it should be repaired." Wait for the people to pack everything, you can move it or not, it's all up to you! ”

"Hmm." Yexue nodded in a low voice.

"Xiao Yexue, do you want to go and worship your mother's spiritual seat?" Nangong asked freely.

"......" Yexue was stunned for a moment, and the next moment she nodded. This body was born to Feng Wuling, and it is also her duty to worship Feng Wuling on her birthday in the future.

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When Nangong Xiaoyao led Ye Xue into the ancestral hall behind the General's Mansion, Ye Xue saw the most visible picture of a beautiful woman on the wall full of paintings at first glance.

The beauty picture is of equal height, and the painting is a graceful and gentle classical beauty.

"This is your mother!" Showing that Yexue saw Feng Wuling's portrait for the first time, it was a thing that made Nangong Xiaoyao very happy.

Nangong walked to the side of the painting, he stretched out his finger to touch the beautiful face, and thought that Yexue was beside him, so he immediately took it back.

"Third uncle, this is what you painted?" Yexue asked with an eyebrow.

"Huh? How do you know? Nangong Xiaoyao was surprised.

Ye Xue pointed to the lower right corner of the painting, "Although it is not stamped with the seal of the third uncle, but the poem on this topic, I know at a glance that it is the handwriting of the third uncle." ”

"The third uncle used to know how to write and ink, so he drew a picture for your mother indiscriminately." Nangong Xiaoyao's eyes flickered. He likes Feng Wuling, and Feng Wuling is his sister-in-law, which is unusual......

Nangong Xiaoyao hid Ye Xue, afraid that she would know and hate him.

"Why should the third uncle be so modest." There was a slight smile on the corner of Yexue's mouth.

In the painting, Feng Wuling's green silk is curled into a loose cloud temple, and a simple and elegant hosta is inserted at random.

Wearing a blue emerald cigarette shirt and a pleated skirt with scattered flowers and mist, she weighed her waist like a willow, and her figure was slender and slender.

The eyebrows are green, the eyes are full of autumn water, and the mouth is like a cherry.

A small face is perfectly combined, and the person is more delicate than the flower, with the posture of captivating the country and the city.

Yexue said: "My mother gave birth to me, and then she died." I haven't seen my mother's face. But as soon as I looked at the painting painted by the third uncle, I knew that my mother, the first beauty in the world, was by no means in vain. The third uncle has a heart, Yexue thank you. ”

"No thanks, no thanks. I'm just drawing. Draw casually, it's your mother's good ......"

"The third uncle said to draw casually, but Yexue didn't dare to agree!"