silly wife farming

Chapter 959 Zhao Huaibei, is this the reason?

For what Zhao Huaibei said, Zhao Huainan was not moved at all, he just stood there with indifferent eyes, as if he didn't want to enter.Seeing this, Zhao Huaibei thought of his former self, who treated feelings with such disdain.He thought, recently he could finally understand Xiao Zhen's heart-piercing feeling back then, and his own feelings were even worse than Xiao Zhen's back then.

Thinking of this, his heart couldn't stop aching.

"You go down." Telling Zhao Huainan about this now is like playing the piano to a cow. When Zhao Huainan also swung Zhao Huainan out, he would be the only one left lying there in the huge palace.In the past few days, as soon as he closed his eyes, those uncontrollable pictures flooded into his mind one by one. When he opened his eyes again, no one could see the endless scene in her eyes. Sad like the ocean.

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That night, a black figure quickly avoided all eyeliners in the palace, and then pushed open the door of Qianyang Palace's study in the silence.

There was no light in the study, only the moonlight from the window illuminated the surroundings, but even so, the black shadow stopped at the door in shock.

He never thought that he would see such a scene here, which was no different from every day he had lived in the previous five years.In this huge study room, there are paintings all over the sky, and how can he not recognize the woman in the painting, that is his woman, the woman he loves most in this life.However, when he came closer to take a closer look, he found that although the woman in the painting was his wife, she had a look she had never seen before. When he stood in front of these paintings, he felt a kind of saying no The strange feeling that came out lingered in his heart, as if the woman in this painting was his wife but not, because he had never seen these forms before, and even the clothes she was wearing were very strange, but it was only very soon. When he walked to the paintings behind, Xiao Zhen's head seemed to be poured down by a basin of cold water.

In front of him, the women in these paintings were all wearing orthodox skirts, and the skirts were also yellow, not the goose yellow she usually liked, but the purest bright yellow.The clothes on her were clearly the queen's court dress.

What shocked him even more was that the woman was holding a baby in her arms, and the baby in the baby was clearly a child.

The heart seemed to be grabbed by someone suddenly, and the feeling that hadn't hit my heart for many, many years reappeared.

Xiao Zhen's body unconsciously stood in front of the painting. In this night, he hunched deeply, and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

He really wanted to say that Zhao Huaibei imagined these things, but there was a voice in his heart that seemed to want to break through the suppression of reason and shouted out in a low voice: "This is not true, this is all true."

Ever since Luo Shang told him about his origins, he had a new understanding of the whole world, but this time, he seemed to feel a different existence again.

Zhao Huaibei, who are you... So, are these paintings the reason for your recent anomalies?

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That night, a strange fire broke out in the study room of Qianyang Palace. Zhao Huaibei was recovering from his injuries. After hearing about the fire, he rushed towards the study room like crazy. The most important thing in the palace is people. Although it was quickly extinguished.However, the things he valued the most, in the end, only a pile of ashes remained in front of him.

(End of this chapter)