The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 152 The smell of corpses again!
A painting is completely spread out, exposed to everyone's sight.

Lin Lin, who was originally in a nervous mood, sneered when she saw the painting, "I thought it was something, but it turned out to be a portrait painting."

"Has the Prince Regent's Mansion reached this point?"

"No, no!" A different voice sounded, "This is not a portrait picture, this is clearly a battle picture."

Suddenly, there was a debate around.

Some said it was a portrait map, and some said it was a battle map.

Zong Zhengyu, who half-squinted his phoenix eyes, opened his eyelids a little, revealing half of his pupils.

Her sharp eyes focused on the painting in Feng Canglan's hand, her pupils were as dark as thick ink that couldn't be separated.

"This..." Ping Hou was very excited when he saw the portrait clearly, "The sharp and deep eyes became moist in an instant."

"Okay, thank you, Princess, this is my favorite gift."

Pinghou's hand holding the scroll was trembling, and the debate around him became more and more intense.

Only Lin Lin was disdainful, "It's just a painting, so what?"

"Idiot." The boudoir lady next to her cursed in a low voice.

Anyone who knows calligraphy and painting knows the magic of this painting.

Looking from the front, it is Pinghou wearing armor standing in a beautiful place, but looking from the back, it is a picture of Pinghou wearing armor on the battlefield.

It's just a painting, and you can bring it into it, as if you were on the battlefield and saw the picture of galloping horses with your own eyes.

Moreover, the style of painting is so unique that anyone who understands it can tell who it is at a glance, "This is the authentic work of the first painter, Mr. Xiang."

When the person who knew the painting told the truth, the surroundings suddenly exploded, pushing the whole birthday banquet to a climax.

"It's really Mr. Xiang's style!"

"The talented painter who has painted the world with one hand, Mr. Xiang!"

"Thank you, Princess." Ping Hou carefully put away the painting, his excitement still not fading, "I like this painting very much."

"nice! You love it."

Feng Canglan returned to his position, and Zong Zhengyu tapped the table rhythmically with his slender fingers, "It turns out that the princess has the original work of Mr. Xiang."

"It's no wonder that when I was in the palace, I was able to spot fakes."

He got up slowly, and bowed close to Feng Canglan, "It's just that this painting is obviously custom-made, I don't know that the princess has such abilities."

"Can you invite the talented painter Mr. Xiang."

"It really surprised me very much."

Feng Canglan drank the tea in front of him without changing his face, "Wangfei said and laughed, Lan'er is a girl who grew up in the first class of farmers, how can I invite Mr. Xiang."

"It's just dragging Hua Shuqing to help."

When mentioning Hua Shuqing, Zong Zhengyu's thin lips froze, and the smile on his face faded and turned into ice cold.

Many people who love painting were present, their eyes lit up when they saw the portrait of Young Master Xiang.

Mr. Xiang is a man with a unique style of painting, and no one has ever seen his true face, so he is extremely mysterious.

This also made the world a little more curious, and passed it on miraculously.

He can't see the end of the dragon, the most important thing is that there are only two or three paintings that have been handed down.

Now there is a customized one, and the jealous expressions of the ministers can't be controlled.

Mr. Xiang's painting!Can not ask for!Once a pair was auctioned for a sky-high price.

Because the painting style is self-contained and has different styles, it is very suitable for collection and has a very high collection value.

"Pinghou!"

"Brother Pinghou, don't rush to collect it, let us feast our eyes on it."

"Brother Pinghou, you already have two pictures of Mr. Xiang."

"Don't be stingy, take it out and let us appreciate it."

Pinghou was also happy, and with a big wave of his hand, someone took out the "Splendid Mountains and Rivers Picture", and unfolded it together with the battlefield map for everyone to appreciate.

A birthday banquet turns into an exhibition in an instant.

Lin Lin's extraordinary move did not embarrass Feng Canglan, but also made her attract the attention, with a ferocious expression on her face.

"Amazing! Really amazing!"

"As expected of the number one painter! The back and the front are actually two paintings."

There were endless compliments, Feng Canglan sat and drank tea calmly.

It was originally intended to give Zhang Xizhi's words, and then gave another pair, but Lin Lin destroyed it by some means, and the other pair came in handy.

Ministers and family members were admiring the two paintings, Lin Lin was left alone and her face became paler and paler.

In the end, unable to bear being left out, Lin Lin covered her face and ran out of the main hall.

Xiao Wang immediately got up and followed out.

Everyone's attention was on the painting, and they didn't notice it at all.

Only Feng Canglan.

Lin Lin ran over in front of her, causing a gust of wind.

Feng Canglan's nose moved slightly, this fragrance...

Suddenly, her brows were cold.

The scent on Lin Lin's body is exactly the same as that on Concubine Li's body, and it's also very similar to the smell of the corpse in the back mountain of Butterfly Valley!

This Lin Lin...

Feng Canglan's eyes were cold, and he immediately got up and chased him out.

Watching people leaving one after another, Zong Zhengyu narrowed his dark phoenix eyes coldly.

The prayer beads in his hand turned quickly, and his deep black eyes were as calm as water.

After chasing to the garden, Feng Canglan's expression became tense.

How could Lin Lin smell like corpses? Even though the Wang family was down, the incense practitioners behind did not catch them and continued.

For a moment, Feng Canglan's heart was in a mess.

I always feel that the matter of Corpse Fragrance is not that simple, and there seems to be a terrifying conspiracy hidden behind it.

Originally thought that the Wang family was wiped out, and the smell of corpses came to an end, but the mountain behind Butterfly Valley was littered with corpses and bones.

Her sixth sense told her that things were not that simple.

Just worrying that the clue was broken, now Lin Lin smelled of corpse again.

There is someone behind the scenes, laying out.

An appalling round!

After chasing all the way, a group of maids on the crossroads came towards them with things.

Feng Canglan quickly diverted to the path.

Seeing the maid leave, Feng Canglan continued to follow.

When I came to the corner of the garden, no one was there, and there were only three roads left.

She closed her eyes and sniffed the scent of corpses left in the air to identify the location.

As soon as he closed his eyes, a delicate voice came from his ears, "My lord, how has Linlin been humiliated by those people!"

Feng Canglan opened his eyes abruptly, and his eyes fell on the rockery where the sound came from.

She looked around to make sure no one had crept past.

A hoarse and hurried voice came from the rockery, "Good Linlin, give it to me quickly."

"The king is starving to death."

"My lord~" There was a panting sound from inside, Feng Canglan frowned.

"Don't worry, I will support you, don't be angry."

"Good Linlin, let me have a taste."

There was a blushing sound from the door inside, Feng Canglan felt a chill in his heart, and turned to leave.

As soon as he moved his feet, there was a "crack" sound under his feet, which was the sound of dry branches being trampled.

"Who!"

A hoarse and cold voice came from the rockery.

Just as Feng Canglan was about to hide back, a hand suddenly pulled her back, pinning her on the rockery and covering her mouth.

In the rockery, King Xiao came out to check, looking around and slowly walking towards the direction of Feng Canglan's hiding place.

Hearing the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer, Feng Canglan calmed down.

A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes when he saw clearly the person who was not close to him covering his mouth.

The sound of footsteps was close to her ears, Feng Canglan took a deep breath, ready to be knocked out at any time.

"My lord!"

(End of this chapter)