Prosperous Concubine

Chapter 239
What is painted on this?Need a sneak peek?Mu Yutang raised her eyebrows, her eyes full of doubts.

A nanny stepped forward, turned towards Concubine Dong and reminded her softly, "Concubine Dong, it's almost noon!"

"Look at me, I forgot the time again!" Concubine Dong caressed her forehead helplessly: "Xueqing, I'm going back home to have dinner with my son and daughter-in-law, you must come and see me when you have time!"

"Okay!" Mu Yutang smiled slightly, like a hundred flowers blooming, knowing the identity of the old lady, it was easy to visit her.

Seeing that the concubine was sitting in a soft sedan chair, An Mofeng walked away quickly, looked at Xiao Qingyu with a smile, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty Xiao, Concubine Dong disapproves of you being with Yutang very much!"

That playful gaze and arrogant tone sounded like gloating.

Hearing this, Xiao Qingyu's expression remained unchanged, and his voice was flat: "Concubine Dong didn't even see you!" In other words, Xiao Qingyu could make Concubine feel in danger, while An Mofeng couldn't catch Concubine Dong's eyes.

An Mofeng's handsome face instantly darkened: "That's because I was standing far away, Concubine Dong really didn't see me!" It wasn't because he was not good enough that he ignored it!
The same goes for Yutang, because she was far away from him and had only a short contact with him, so she didn't see his good points!
Turning around to look at Mu Yutang, I saw her sitting on the ice velvet blanket in the carriage, untied the string, slowly unfolded the scroll, and asked slowly, "Which prince is Taifei Dong's son?"

As far as she knew, the prince surnamed Xiao in the Qinglong Kingdom died, and there was only one Qi Wang Xiao Yuanxu left, but his mother's surname was not Dong.

Xiao Qingyu got into the carriage gracefully, his eyes were light, and his tone was gentle: "It's King Jing Xiao Yuanmo. More than ten years ago, King Jing and Princess Jing were seriously ill at the same time, and unfortunately passed away. Concubine Dong couldn't stand the excitement, so she couldn't afford to be sick again." , and wake up again, it will look like this!"

Concubine Dong was hit by the bad news and lost her mind. She is really a poor person.

Mu Yutang sighed softly, and opened the scroll, but when she saw the contents of the painting, she was startled suddenly: on the scroll, Qionghua was in full bloom like clouds, under the Qionghua tree were two luxuriously dressed girls, and on the left was a willow eyebrow With phoenix eyes, jade muscles and snow skin, the pink skirt is tied high at the waist, dragging on the ground, and the black hair is like tassels, hanging down heavily, dancing in the breeze.

Sitting on the right is a girl in a long dress of the color of a concubine, flicking the strings with her ten fingers, and the thin gauze on her body flutters slightly. Looking at the two beauties, they danced and played, moved and remained still, making people lose their minds and keep their eyes on them.

"This is...the Double Walls of the Capital!" Mu Yutang read out the name written on the scroll, her cold eyes narrowed slightly, the color on the scroll was already very heavy, and the content of the scroll was very similar to the song and dance between her and Shangguan Yan , but definitely not the two of them.

She is very familiar with the face of the girl playing the piano. She sees it in the mirror every day. It is her... No, to be precise, it should be her mother Su Xueqing.

"Who is this woman?" Mu Yutang pointed to the dancing woman. She was beautiful but also very strange. Mu Yutang had never seen her before.

Xiao Qingyu looked at the beautiful woman on the picture scroll, something flashed in his pupils quickly, and said lightly: "Princess Chen!"

"Chen...Princess Chen!" Mu Yutang's eyes widened in surprise. The Prince Chen rebelled, and Princess Chen was also implicated. Su Xueqing, who is one of the twin jades, has also become a taboo among people. She passed away at a young age. It's not that no one regrets it, but she dare not regret it.

"The person who painted Su Xueqing and Princess Chen is not the same person!" Xiao Qingyu's clear voice was as gentle as a breeze.

Mu Yutang lowered her head and stared carefully. The portrait of Concubine Chen is gentle and elegant, while Su Xueqing's is chic and delicate. It is true that they are not made by the same person, but they have a common feature, every stroke and every painting is painted vividly. Facsimile, vivid, showing the artist's deep affection for the woman in the painting.

People have different personalities and different techniques, so the words they write and the pictures they draw will be completely different. Even if they are drawn on the same piece of paper, the difference can be seen quickly.

But the two people who drew this picture have combined their techniques perfectly. The whole painting is chic, elegant, and the brushwork is smooth, without any bluntness. If you don't examine carefully, examine, and examine again, you can't tell that this is a painting by two people. of.

"The two people who painted the picture must be close friends with amazing talents!" If they were not talented and similar in mind, they would never be able to draw such a perfect picture.

Seeing that she was very curious about the scroll, Xiao Qingyu smiled imperceptibly in her eyes, and reminded softly: "There is a signature on the painting, you can see the name of the painter!"

There was a stamp on the inscription, suppressing the name. Mu Yutang carefully identified the two names just now: "Xiao Yuanhong...Chu Muyan!"

These are two names that are taboo by everyone in the Qinglong Kingdom. Mu Yutang's body trembled slightly when they were clearly displayed in front of her. They are also close friends, and they will be able to cooperate so tacitly on the battlefield, fearless, and go forward bravely. With such a marshal and general, the Xuan Tie Army will naturally be invincible and invincible!
Xiao Yuanhong is the Prince of Chen, and he drew the dancing Concubine Chen. As for Su Xueqing playing the piano, it must have been drawn by Chu Muyan, that is, the little Chu that Concubine Dong said!

Mu Yutang had imagined this possibility a long time ago, and when she was confirmed, she still couldn't help trembling in her heart, and secretly felt sorry for Su Xueqing. If Prince Chen hadn't rebelled against her and Chu Muyan hadn't been beheaded, Su Xueqing wouldn't have passed away so early. perish.

The faint fragrance of green lotus lingers around the tip of the nose, and the snow-colored clothes are reflected in the eyes, it is Xiao Qingyu who leans behind her: "I think I know the password of your box!" Rouman's voice is as elegant and melodious as the sound of a piano.

Mu Yutang blinked and looked down at the scroll: "But the date on the painting?"

"No!" Xiao Qingyu shook his head, his deep eyes were unfathomable, Bai Yu held the brass lock with his fingers, and slowly turned the number on the gear. opened.

Mu Yutang squeezed the brass lock hard, and looked at Xiao Qingyu with wide eyes: "How did you guess the password?" Until now, she hadn't thought of any information related to the password.

Xiao Qingyu looked at her longing gaze, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up: "Su Xueqing and Chu Muyan are in love with each other, the password of the box has nothing to do with Su Xueqing, it must have something to do with Chu Muyan."

Su Xueqing's box is set with Chu Muyan's digital code, and the two people really have a deep affection.

Mu Yutang opened the box slowly. There was a piece of white paper on the top. The paper was slightly yellowed after a long time. She opened it carefully and took a breath.

On the paper is a portrait of a man. He is wearing a silver uniform with snow-green trim, a dark red unlined garment, a tourmaline belt around his waist, and a large ancient pattern embroidery on the cloak. His hair is gently tied with a white jade crown. He has a handsome and delicate face. The thick and long eyelashes are perfect and impeccable, and the thin lips are slightly pursed, arrogant and chic.

(End of this chapter)