First daughter mad concubine: the best baby rascal

I really don't know how Qianqian's head can produce some strange things, which make people overwhelmed. "

The corner of Yun Yuyi's mouth seemed to have tasted the ice cream that he hadn't eaten for a long time, and he smiled with swollen eyes: "Isn't it? Only Qianqian can make such things!"

Suddenly the two of them stopped talking, afraid that opening their mouths would hurt their hearts again.

At dusk, the two went back together. When they passed by Xuanyuan Che's room, they walked in. Xuanyuan Che had already got up and was writing in front of the desk.

Yun Yuyi stepped forward and said, "My lord is awake, do you want something to eat?"

Xuanyuan Che didn't speak, as if he didn't realize that the two of them had entered the room at all, Mo Yan'er walked over curiously, wanting to lower his head to see what he wrote.

When I saw it, my eyes began to cloud again.

It turned out that Xuanyuan Che drew all the scenes on the mountain, as long as he saw them, the stone hall, the square carved with stone railings, and what he is painting now is the shallow falling cliff.

Mo Yan'er wanted to reach out and snatch the pen from Xuanyuan Che's hand.

She thought that Xuanyuan Che had become delirious because of Si Lian Qianqian, and kept drawing these scenes that made her sad. Whoever could endure such pain would have to drive herself crazy.

Xuanyuan Che reacted extremely quickly, and said, "Hurry up and take a look."

The voice was sonorous and powerful, not like the ravings of a sad person, both of them felt it was very strange, and before they had time to think about it, they both walked to Xuanyuan Che's side, one left and one right.

Xuanyuan Che pointed to the painting in his hand, and said: "This is the scene on the mountain about a month ago. According to my inference, Qianqian should have fallen from this place." Xuanyuan Che pointed to the line just drawn , there are no embellishments in the painting, except for the bare stones in the open space.

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The ink was not completely dry yet, Xuanyuan Che's hands were already stained with ink.Yun Yuyi was about to take out a handkerchief to wipe it off for him, and said, "My lord is tired, let's go over there and rest for a while!"

Knowing that they might think they were going crazy, Xuanyuan Che's tone was full of sympathy, so he stood up and looked at Yun Yiyi seriously, and said, "I've thought about it carefully, even if Qianqian only survives one out of ten thousand. We have to work hard, don’t we?”

Seeing Xuanyuan Che regaining his confidence, Yun Yu felt quite comforted, and Mo Yan'er also came over and said, "My lord is right, you need to see people when you live, and you need to see corpses when you die. Qian, you can't be discouraged, let's come over and discuss how to find Qianqian. Young master, you have been to the bottom of the cliff, so you can tell us in detail."

Seeing that both of them agreed with his idea, Xuanyuan Che was happy, so he ignored the tiredness of the past few days, and pointed at the picture in his hand vigorously, refusing to let go of every detail.Mo Yan'er and Yun Yuyi listened and kept it in their hearts.

And in the frivolous Shanshi main altar, it seems that a lot of the happy atmosphere of the past is missing, and everyone is talking about it...