Abandoned wife in the bridal chamber: General, you are divorced

Chapter 474 Could it be him
Murong Fengyuan raised his eyebrows, vaguely guessing what she was going to say, but continued joking in a leisurely manner: "Didn't you see your husband?"

Jun Chuyue: "..."

She doesn't want to talk to him!
Jun Chuyue decided to hang him out for 3 minutes.

Thinking of this, she really turned her head away from looking at him. No matter how the man moved or talked to her to show his favor, she resolutely avoided looking at him.

Murong Fengyuan thought she was really angry, so he didn't dare to kiss her forcibly like before, so he could only lower his voice to please her ear and beg for forgiveness.

The man's humility was unimaginable to the acquaintances in the past. Even if the world is shattered and the mountains and rivers are reversed, it is impossible to happen, unless it is possible to happen in a dream; but now in Jun Chuyue's eyes, it is so normal that it can no longer be normal ——

It would be shocking if he were a little louder to her.

Jun Chuyue counted silently in her heart that the time was up for 3 minutes, and then turned her gaze back, and really saw Murong Fengyuan heaving a sigh of relief because of her turning around.

"Ma'am, I won't make fun of you for my husband." The man weakly raised his hands in surrender, expressing his sincerity by the way: "If there is another time, you can hit or scold, but don't just ignore people with a cold face, okay?" ?”

Jun Chuyue didn't answer directly, but still gave Qiao the floor a blank look: "Speak the business!"

"Yes, yes, Ma'am, please speak, and listen to my husband." Murong Fengyuan hurriedly said.

"..."

Jun Chuyue took a deep breath, and continued what was broken just now: "It's the man and woman I saw under the ancient peach tree, and the clothes on that woman are exactly the same as the woman in the ancient painting! "

As she spoke, she stood up, walked quickly to the place where the luggage was kept, took out the sandalwood box containing the ancient paintings, opened the lid, and unfolded the paintings in front of Murong Fengyuan.

With just a few strokes, the woman's back is outlined vividly.

Jun Chuyue looked at it for a few seconds, then nodded affirmatively: "I'm sure it's exactly the same."

Speaking of this, she couldn't help becoming curious again, "Then who is this woman? And who made this painting for her? Although the painting is very simple, it has both form and spirit. If you don't really know her, you should It can't be done, so I guess, it should be drawn by someone who knows her very well."

Murong Fengyuan's eyes also fell on the painting.

When he saw this painting for the first time, he had a feeling of deja vu——

Obviously it was the first time he saw it, and he had never practiced Danqing before. He knew that it was impossible for him to be able to draw such a masterpiece with both form and spirit, but for some reason, he seemed to be able to recall his own strokes, The scene that makes this painting come into being gradually from scratch.

At that time, he didn't think about it deeply, he just thought he was dazed, and he could even imagine such a thing, so he suppressed that weird feeling and didn't take it to heart.

But now, after listening to what she said, and seeing this painting again, the feeling of darkness from before emerged again.

And this time the feeling was even clearer.

The last time he just had the feeling of painting by himself, but this time, he seemed to be really in the middle of the mountains and rivers, looking at the slim figure with his back facing him, he used his pen to carry her figure in the painting ...

in this case……

The person who painted this picture was his previous life?

Will it be so?
Murong Fengyuan pondered, and couldn't help taking the ancient painting from the woman's hand, his eyes moved over the painting inch by inch, and a deep love suddenly surged in his heart——

It's just that he can't admit it.

His little wife is so smart, if she goes back to the source, she will definitely be able to find out her identity in her previous life very soon.

What if she awakened because of this?
He couldn't watch her turn into the so-called Goddess of Destruction.

She just needs to stay by his side, be his wife, and grow old with him forever...

Murong Fengyuan's phoenix eyes deepened, like obsidian under the night, revealing a trace of incomprehensible emotion, and then the long eyelashes drooped slightly, quickly covering up this emotion, and when he raised his eyes again, There was tenderness in the eyes again.

"Maybe it's just a coincidence, ma'am, don't think about it too much. Didn't you say that this painting can give people a sense of enlightenment and help people practice? Since Madam decided to practice today, let's start. Protecting the law for your husband."

Although Jun Chuyue was still a little puzzled, after the man said so, she could only nod her head, put back all her miscellaneous thoughts and emotions, and calmly said, "Okay, if there is anything I don't understand well later ..."

"As long as my husband knows, he will naturally answer for you, madam." Murong Fengyuan took the conversation with a smile.

Jun Chuyue stopped talking immediately, she stared at the ancient painting, and after a while, she entered the epiphany. Murong Fengyuan was watching her movements and the movement of the true energy in her body, silently watching over her, Just in case there is a tendency to go crazy, wake her up in time.

As time passed by every minute and every second.

The guest room is so quiet that you can hear the drop of a fine hair needle.

One of the two is having an epiphany, while the other is quietly waiting. The harmony is like a beautiful picture scroll, even better than the ancient painting spread in front of the woman.

……

Ming Luo Empire.

A black butterfly flapped its wings lightly, flew into the sacrificial hall, and then flew up the high steps of the hall along the corridor flickering with faint candlelight.

A figure was reflected on the wall, raised his hand, and the shadow of the butterfly slowly flew up and landed on his fingertips.

"Oh, is that so?"

Unable to hear the words of joy and anger came from the mouth of the figure, and there was a faint echo in the empty hall. It was the voice of the high priest. She stood on the high steps, still wearing a black robe from head to toe. , except for a pair of hands that never showed a little bit of skin.

She is an enigma.

A mystery known to everyone in the Ming Luo Empire, but unknown——

Everyone knows the high priest, but no one has seen the high priest's face.

And what makes people even more curious is that her hands exposed outside the black robe, for decades, seem to always be as white and delicate as a girl, with slender fingers and soft bones.

"I have waited for so long, how can I allow you to disrupt my plan like this? Oh, deep feelings? I want to see how deep the relationship between you can be."

A sneer came out of the High Priest's mouth.

She immediately took a step, but just as she took the step, another breath suddenly appeared behind her. The high priest felt it, and his body was shocked, and he suddenly turned around.

"What do you want to do?" The visitor asked lightly.

(End of this chapter)