The most favored concubine in the prosperous age is arrogant

Chapter 206 Death on the Other Side
Picturesque indulging in his own world and not feeling the existence of other people.

And as time passed, the people in Anling were a little ready to move.

"Hey, do you think Xuanyuan Ruhua can do it? Why has it been so long?" A girl asked.

"Maybe it is, or why there is still no news after so long?" Otome asked.

"That's right, why haven't I stopped writing for so long, I'm so anxious," Bing Nu also said.

The people below Ren whispered, Ruhua was indifferent, and Jun Mochen didn't bother.

Waiting for Ruhua to stop the pen slowly, looking at the work he drew with his own hands, his eyes are full of bewilderment.

It was a sea of ​​blood-colored flowers, the beauty was stunning, the beauty was moving, and the beauty was even more terrifying.

Looking at this painting, people feel that they are in a sea of ​​blood, which is creepy.

But picturesque looks beautiful.

Ruhua raised her body and brought Jun Mochen back to her original position without hesitation.

The emperor of the mausoleum began to send people down to pick up the paintings, and when those works were presented in front of him.

Mausoleum Emperor began to appreciate each piece, and the more he saw the last, the hotter his eyes became.

His gaze finally rested on the picturesque painting, his eyes were full of surprise and amazement.

Then he sent someone to pass on the painting, and Eunuch Lin didn't send it back until everyone had seen it all.

The emperor of the mausoleum held the picturesque painting and looked at it carefully, but he really didn't understand the meaning of it.

The Mausoleum Emperor raised his head and looked at the picturesque, with obvious doubts in his eyes. Although he could tell that the painting was very fine, but the blood-red sea of ​​flowers filled the sky, even if he was young, he could still go south and north. Have you ever seen this flower?
Ruhua looked at Mausoleum with doubts in his eyes, and smiled, but in fact, not only him, but also everyone here is not clear about it.

"I don't know why I drew this, but when I picked up the rice paper, I felt that the blood red and white were a perfect match." A smile appeared on the corner of the picturesque mouth.

"This kind of flower only exists in legends, the flower of the underworld, the flower of death." The inexplicable death that spewed out from Ruhua's mouth made the people around shudder.

"Is it Manzhu Shahua?" Ling Xin took the words, looked at the picturesque and said indifferently.

"That's right, it's Manzhushahua, the Palace Master of the Protectorate is really insightful," Ruhua said nonchalantly, still sarcastically.

Ling Xin stepped forward and looked at the fiery red one, her lips trembled slightly, she remembered, she remembered that it was the flower of death.

She was the one who rescued her from under the cliff back then, that little girl was always chirping and spreading all kinds of knowledge to her.

But in the end, she died at her hands. In the end, she never thought that she would come back alive.

She remembered that she said that those who betrayed her would be killed without mercy. Now, did they come back and kill her?
"Sister, it was my sister who was sorry for you back then. I haven't looked for you for so many years, but, sister, back then my sister didn't do it on purpose." Only now did Ling Xin feel weak, and she didn't want to die.

"It's not intentional, everyone pays for what they do, including you." Ruhua is still calm and calm.

"But my sister has difficulties." Ling Xin said to Ruhua in a deep voice.

"Difficulty, your so-called hardship is betraying your friends in exchange for glory and wealth, what a big difficulty" Ruhua thought it was a bit funny, is this also a hardship.

"Sister..." Ling Xin wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Ruhua.

She looked down on such a person who was afraid of death, wasn't he so domineering just now, why did he become so weak and pitiful in a blink of an eye.

She didn't believe it because her acting skills were too skilled.

"Ling Xin, let me say this for the last time. If life is just as it was when we first saw it, what is the reason for the sad autumn wind to draw a fan? Waiting for leisure to change but old people's hearts change, but old people's hearts also change. We can't go back. Now we can only... die and die "Ruhua looked at the person and smiled very happily.

Ling Xin looked at Ruhua with sad eyes, but what was buried deepest was cruelty.

As expected, the winner was indeed Ruhua, not only that, but in all the following matches, as long as Ruhua fought in person, he would not lose too badly.

And picturesque deeds spread quickly in Anling, and people's aversion to picturesque was not as strong as before.

Until the end of the four-nation event, the final winner was An Ling, and Ling Huang was naturally smiling and grinning from ear to ear.

This is not only about face, but more about honor.

(End of this chapter)