Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 1275 Awakening His Memory
Xuanyuanchen thought of the painting last time, when he shook the rice paper into pieces with his internal force in a fit of anger, but afterwards he always felt that painting shaking in front of his eyes, a feeling of déjà vu.

He coughed lightly: "No."

"OK then!"

The last time I was serious about painting, I was pissed off by this.

Mo Xiaowan has always had a pimple in her heart, last time she drew it for real, but this time she wants to mess around, why not draw a picture of a rose bush for fun.

Stop it, stop it!
Is it to anger him?
Or to wake up his memory?
Mo Xiaowan felt that he could no longer mess around, so he buried himself in painting.

This time she drew the scene of the Changchun Palace in the Marquis of Weiyuan. She was twisted and pressed against the wooden board, the stick was pulled out, and a vicious old witch pointed at her.

Her expression was pained, with tears streaming down her cheeks.

The clothes on his body were stained with blood, and the clothes were printed red.

The door was pushed open from the outside, and Xuanyuanchen appeared at the door with a cold face, and then the guards with sticks stopped in mid-air.

There were too many people at the Weiyuan Marquis Mansion's birthday banquet that day, if you draw one by one carefully, it would take many days to draw, so the rest of the Mo Xiaowan was replaced by phantoms, just to express the meaning of many people present at that time watching the excitement.

But alone, the hero saved the beauty.

After drawing this, Mo Xiaowan was playful for a while, and drew a picture of a rose bush on the back of the rice paper. A certain king pressed her on the bench, moved his hands up and down, and kissed her lips all the way from her neck.

Her skirt was partly opened, and she appeared in a dazed and intoxicated state, as if the soft moans were about to overflow from the drawing paper.

"Has the little bowl been painted yet?"

Because Mo Xiaowan is doing bad things, the back of the painting is behind his back.

Startled by his shout, she hurriedly drew the shape of petals between his lips and her own skin, then turned her head and passed the front of the rice paper over.

"Look, Uncle Xuanyuan, the painting is finished!"

Xuanyuan Chen's eyes quietly fell on the small body lying prone and being beaten with a stick, especially when he saw the blood stained on her buttocks and clothes, his heart sank inexplicably, and he felt a throbbing pain.

He had a feeling that although the girl in the painting looked different from the people around her, the teardrops on her eyelashes were so similar.

It seemed like half a month ago, when she woke up from her sleep, she burst into tears, and the tears trembled slightly on her eyelashes.

Whether it was in Tianxiangfang or at that moment, her tears seemed to be dripping into his heart, which made his heart twitch inexplicably.

This time, she didn't tear up the painting, but spread it aside.

When the ink was dry, he subconsciously rolled the rice paper into a ball.

Why does Mo Xiaowan keep staring at his painting?
Because Xuanyuanchen painted the scene after he separated from her.

It is probably the scene of waking up in the palace of Bingxi Kingdom. The characters in the painting are very simple, only Emperor Bingxi and him lying on the sick bed.

Originally, he could have painted very quickly, but he traced more meticulously than himself, so he spent a lot of effort on painting the room furnishings.

Emperor Bingxi was sitting beside the bed with a bowl of medicine, feeding him with a loving face.

Perhaps, when Xuanyuanchen drew this picture, he still had a grateful heart.

But from Mo Xiaowan's point of view, that bowl of medicine might be the medicine to stabilize his soul after erasing his memory. To her, it was too dazzling.

Just staring at Emperor Bingxi on the drawing paper, I want to stare at a hole.

Even if Xuanyuanchen regained his memory, it would be very difficult to deal with that old monster, and it would be even more difficult to escape from Bingxi Kingdom under his nose.

Thinking of this, she suppressed the rising anger in her heart.

(End of this chapter)