The medical concubine never thinks of going out of the wall

Chapter 716

Tang Nineteen couldn't help having a sore nose, and turned his back to come out, when suddenly he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.

On the wall, hangs a picture.

If it was just an ordinary painting, it would definitely not attract Tang Nineteen's attention, but the person in this painting...

Tang Nineteen squinted her eyes. She had seen it, and had seen it more than once.

There is a pair of people in the painting, no matter male or female, she is indescribably familiar.

Even if you don't need to look carefully, that man is [-]% similar to the current emperor, but his appearance and attire are much younger than the fifty-year-old emperor.

The young emperor is sitting, and under his knees, there is a woman kneeling. The upper body of the woman is lying quietly on the young emperor's knees. The young emperor looks down at the woman and puts his hands on the woman's shoulders. The artist is exquisite With his painting skills, he could even clearly feel the love and tenderness in those eyes.

Tang Nineteen turned sideways and looked at the woman, facing each other, suddenly startled by this somewhat familiar face.

"I'm going, isn't it me?"

The birthmarks and dark spots on her face have long faded away. She often shows her ugly face during the day, but at night she washes off her make-up. The face with the cleansed makeup is [-]% similar to the woman in the painting.

That is, she has thick eyebrows, women's eyebrows are a little longer and thinner, the tip of her nose is a little fleshier, and the tip of a woman's nose is a little longer.

In her mind, two words suddenly popped up: "Xiaoqi."

There is a signature on the painting and a poem.

But it's too high up to see clearly.

She stepped on the soft couch, got closer, and found a few lines written on it.

From left to right: Qing is the only one I love, and there is no one else I love in my life.

The 17th year of Zhenhua, the end of summer.

Honglian Layman.

In the 17th year of Zhenhua, Tang Nineteen made some calculations. At that time, the emperor was not even a prince. He was named King Li and lived outside the palace. It has been 20 years since now.

From the corners of this painting, it is slightly yellowed, showing a sense of age, but there is no trace of creases, and the color of the painting is also very bright. It can be seen that the high-quality paint was used at that time, and it is very well preserved.

However, now is not the time to pursue this, Tang Nineteen was curious, why this painting is here with Xu Moting.

But Xu Moting died, she went to ask who to ask.

Thinking of it, my heart hurts again.

Just as she was sad, there was a sound of footsteps outside.

The sound of footsteps seemed to enter the next room through a courtyard wall.

Tang Nineteen hurriedly chased him out.

In front of him was a man with a jade face and a pink gown.

A pair of eyes were exactly the same as Xu Moting's peach blossom eyes. Hearing Tang Nineteen's footsteps, he turned around and looked at each other. One pair of eyes was full of doubts, and the other pair of eyes was even more doubtful.

After a while, the man opened his mouth first: "You are?"

His eyes fell on Tang Nineteen's birthmark, and he answered himself, "Princess Qin?"

"who are you?"

"I'm Xu Menglong."

Xu Menglong, whose surname is Xu, wears the same pink color as Xu Moting. Although his face is somewhat middle-aged, it is still very evil, and he entered the courtyard on the right.

Tang Nineteen immediately realized who the person in front of him was, and roared angrily, "You're that bastard father who can't grab a woman with his son and kills the killer."

The person in front of him was startled, his face gradually darkened.

Tang Nineteen was not afraid either: "Now that he is dead, you are happy."

"Princess Qin, you can eat indiscriminately, but someone Xu advises you not to talk nonsense."

(End of this chapter)