Proud Concubine Difficult to Train: My Palace Comes from Modern Times

---Lanxiang bursts out, the past is like smoke, but it ends in yesterday! ---

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Lanxi Garden

The falling orchids are like snow, quiet and lonely, the brilliance of the whole life, but it is lonely and self-admiring.

On the red sandalwood carved table, there is a ten-foot-long piece of plain white silk paper spread out. The man lightly dipped the black ink, swished the brush, and with just a few strokes, the original plain white silk paper took shape.

Holding your breath and concentrating on it, when you write and stain the color, you carefully draw the eyes of the characters in the painting, such as the eyebrows and eyes. In an instant, a woman in an elegant gauze skirt is flying on the paper in a flurry of falling orchids. It has both shape and wonderful rhyme.

Wanyan Che put down the paintbrush in his hand, and gently dried the wet ink on the paper. The action was extremely caring, and with a satisfied smile, he picked up the painting, hung it on the screen a few steps away, and looked up and down carefully. After a while, the eagle's eyes showed a long-lost warm color, as if the person in the painting was right in front of him at this moment, looking at him with a shy smile at Luo Lan, which made him fascinated for a while.

In turn, Wanyan Che returned to the case again, picked up the pen and continued to draw the next picture.

However, when Wanyan Che was about to draw the shape of the figure in the tenth painting, his mind went blank, the hand holding the pen trembled and trembled more violently, and his breathing felt tight for a while.

When he slightly raised his eagle eyes and looked at the figures in several paintings on the screen, his face suddenly became dull. ,

Ding- -

The black ink from the nib of the Langhao pen fell into the paper. After the drop of ink fell, the faces of the characters in the painting became blurred and stained.

"Xi Yan - how could this happen!" Wanyan Che looked nervous, seeing the filthy faces of the characters in the painting, his heart ached, he immediately put down his pen and inkstone, and stretched out his sleeve to wipe it off.

However, it was in vain in the end, the ink smudges on the drawing paper became more and more smeared, and the smudges became more and more blurred. Wanyan Chejunjun's face turned pale immediately, but he still wiped it unwillingly.

Gradually, he only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and the warm liquid dripped on the paper, until the figure in the painting turned into a black shadow in the scene of falling orchids, disappeared in the paper, and sank in the black ink.

Just like them now, his selfishness became the reason for her to leave her absolutely. The thing is still there, but the person is no longer, even if you try to catch it, you can't catch it.

Seeing this remnant painting, Wanyan Che felt as if his chest was being scratched horizontally and vertically by several sharp blades, the pain was unbearable, and he couldn't cry.

next moment!

"ah- -"

"boom- -"

The man's weeping roar came as expected, accompanied by the sound of him being panted to the ground by the rosewood table, resounding through the house, piercing the eardrums, abrupt and terrifying, like an eagle screaming alone with blood and tears.

"Xiyan, Xiyan, I was wrong, I was really wrong--" Wanyan Che staggered to the screen to take down the painting he had just painted, and held it all in his arms, bursting out with shame , her voice was hoarse and regretful, she didn't have the usual pride in front of people, but instead had the fear of being silent and uninhabited.

He was so afraid that Xiyan would be like the painting just before his eyes, but suddenly disappear, and he didn't even bother to hear his last trace of regret.

"Xiyan, come back, I'm still your Che, your Che alone, 'The peach blossoms, the flowers are scorching, the son returns home, and it's suitable for his family', didn't you say it yourself? I remember it all How come you forgot?"

Wanyan Che leaned against the emerald green screen and murmured words of shame, the man who was not easy to flick the tears fell silently, it was a painful cry of regret piercing the bone marrow, but no one responded.

What was there was only the voice of Wanyan Che's arms being torn apart by his embrace, which seemed strange and ironic in this silent housing estate, as if mocking his belated repentance, and weeping and mourning with him.

Falling silent in the house, holding paintings and regretting the past, fragrant orchids bursting out, the past is like smoke, but it finally becomes yesterday!

Suddenly, Wanyan Che seemed to have thought of something, his eagle eyes were startled, he put the painting away safely, got up quickly, and walked out towards the stable.

Following the neighing of the stable, the tall black horse galloped in the direction of Tianyin Mansion under the control of Wanyan Che.