Sheng Chong and Abandoned Concubine: The Sixth Miss Doctor

Chapter 1195 Now, Is It Too Late?

It was a painting of mountains and rocks, and the author was Yue Lingkong.

Who is Yue Lingkong?
Xu Lingyue has no impression at all, no matter whether it is the current dynasty or any historical dynasty, there is no such person.

But looking at the strokes on the cover, it is definitely a master.

He propped his arms on the bookshelf, and circled an inch of space for her, so that she could not advance or retreat, but could only be in his arms.

The ends of the earth, the end of the years, how far can you escape.

Even if your heart is elsewhere, but your people are here, so what.

She turned to the first page, and there were some small paintings inside, each of which was only the size of a palm, with skilled techniques and sharp strokes, even after time and paper, people could feel the author's forbearable anger.

These paintings are actually somewhat similar, mountains, water, trees, lonely and lonely, depressing and dull, seem to have an indelible sadness in them.

Suddenly, she found one of them looked familiar.

It is also because she is really talented in this area that she can find familiarity, and her five senses are particularly sharp, otherwise it would be absolutely impossible to find out.

This picture was probably Lan Shu's original hanging on the wall. She only stared at it, and quickly scrolled down, for fear of being discovered by Wei Xuan.

Just as she was turning over to look at the next page, she took the picture book in her hand with one hand, turned to that page accurately, and tore off the page with a light tug.

Listening to the chirping sound, Xu Lingyue felt as if a knife had been cut through her heart.

Her face turned pale uncontrollably, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

Wei Xuan held the drawing paper into a ball and whispered in his ear, "I'm only looking at it now, isn't it too late?"

With a sneer, he stepped back, turned and left.

What she owes him is fate. She must learn to be patient, wait, be serious, and savor the pain and despair when disappointment and betrayal come again and again. This is what she owes him.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Xu Lingyue raised her hand and propped it on the bookshelf, as if someone forcibly opened the memory gate. She remembered that Yeyan used to like to draw, and every day she carried her drawing board on her back and stepped on a bicycle to take her seriously. Fly through the Dutch countryside.

He likes to paint landscapes and water paintings of her, and pester her to ask how she is while painting.

And she was full of thoughts about how to return to the giant ship on the high seas, how to see Di Fan again, and how to complete the mission.

She didn't even appreciate Ye Yan's appearance carefully, and it was even more impossible for her to appreciate his paintings. She didn't have the mood and energy at all.

Now, his revenge came.

This feeling is like a love debt owed in the previous life, but it has to be repaid in this life.

She has paid him with her life, isn't that enough?
But if you want to tell her that Wei Xuan is doing this just to get revenge on her, she will just sneer, how is that possible.

Even if Ye Yan spread the **** empire all over the world, the power is so powerful that the governments of all countries are frightened, so they are forced to get rid of him at all costs.

For these ambitious people, power and wealth are always the most important things in their hearts, and women are just flavoring agents.

Love is more of a joke.

Her mind was spinning fast, and she had no chance of winning against Wei Xuan here.

He is very familiar with Lan Shu's territory, but he is not. What's more, Lan Shu is afraid of him, and in most cases he still has to listen to his arrangements.

Only get out of here!

If she leaves, does Ming Yi have a chance to escape?

Only when she returned to Da Zhou did she have a chance to fight Wei Xuan.

She closed her eyes and recalled the painting, confirmed it with Ji Yu's painting, confirmed that it was one, and then corrected and supplemented the mistakes in Ji Yu's painting.

Unfortunately

(End of this chapter)