After marrying, I spoiled His Majesty the Holy Monarch

Chapter 229 The Same Painting

Obviously, a living person will not disappear out of thin air, unless there are some organs or other formations here.

He checked the stone wall repeatedly, and when he found a place, suddenly, there was a suction force, and Nan Jiuli was sucked into the stone wall involuntarily.

It turned out that there was a hole in the stone wall.

This is a small valley, not far away is a bamboo house, beside the bamboo house is a medicine field, the medicine field is full of medicinal herbs, and the faint medicinal fragrance permeates the air, making people feel refreshed.

Nan Jiuli can tell at a glance that each herb in the medicine field is at least more than a hundred years old, and the quality is also high, which shows the care of the owner of the herb when cultivating it.

It's just that some herbs are clearly past the time of picking, which has already affected their medicinal properties. As a person who cultivates herbs, shouldn't he be ignorant?

Confused for a moment, Nan Jiuli decided to go to the bamboo house to see what was tricky.

At this moment, in a quiet room of the bamboo house, a man in white is sitting quietly facing a painting.

If Nan Jiuli saw this scene and saw the painting above, he would be surprised, because that painting was the same as the painting seen in the secret room of the National Teacher's Mansion. The only difference was that the right side of the painting was There is a small inscription in the lower corner.

"Ah Yue, you clearly promised not to leave, why did you lie to me?"

"Do you know that this long life is too painful?"

"Why? Where am I not good enough, you want to choose him?"

"Ah Yue, can you come back, as long as you come back, I am willing to let go of my hatred..."

Wu Xingzhi stared at the woman on the picture scroll in pain and hatred, muttering to himself.

No one understands the pain in his heart, as much as love, so much hate.

It's a pity that the woman just left. Even if he searched the whole world, he couldn't find the woman who taught him to understand love but abandoned him mercilessly, a woman named Bai Yue.

He clearly wanted to end this pain, but he couldn't die even if he wanted to. He could only hate and suffer like a walking dead.

Since there is no more white moon in the world, what's the point of existence in this world?

"Ah Yue, don't worry, I will let this world be buried with you soon, okay?"

Talking to himself, Wu Xingzhi hooked his lips, smiled suddenly, and then his eyes softened, "Ah Yue, you love this world so much, I will give her to you as a gift, okay."

Ah Yue, believe me, that day won't be too long.

After silently chanting a sentence in his heart, he calmed down, and the whole person also returned to his usual cold state.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Xingzhi took the piano placed aside, touched the strings with his fingertips, and began to play slowly.

Ah Yue, how about this song for you?

The sad tune sounds, making people think of the regret of being in love but not being able to stay together; being forced to face the helplessness of life and death; relatives and lovers are all gone, and the pain and loneliness of being alone in the world...

Nan Jiuli couldn't help but be infected by the sound of the piano. A person who can play such a piano sound must have a sad story behind it.

She had no intention of exploring the secrets hidden behind other people's backs. When she was thinking of going to other places to explore first, her side eyes were stunned——

That painting is not...

No, not the same one, but obviously, it was written by the same person.

Looking at the inscription in the small red characters on the painting: "A special gift from the trip."

Nan Jiuli remembered that Wu Xingzhi's name was Wu Xingzhi, the national teacher of Wu Kingdom. Was this painting made by him?
Then the relationship between the woman in this painting and the national teacher...

For a moment, Nan Jiuli couldn't help thinking of a love-hate drama, maybe it was another dog-blood love drama where I love you but you don't love me.

Forget it, this has nothing to do with her, but, does she want to know the identity of the woman in the painting?

At this moment, the voice of the system in her head suddenly appeared again, interrupting her thoughts.

[Host host, I sensed it, right here, very strong. 】

(End of this chapter)