Stunning at Every Step: Sheng Chong Ghost Princess

Chapter 737

The daily routine of the Chu House is as usual, but the owner of this house is a little different from the past. After going to Taohuawu on February [-], he goes there every day, from morning to night, from the blooming to the falling of the flowers. There is no reason to go to Taohuawu again...

The housekeeper Zhouquan delivered the dinner to Jing'an Hall for the third time, and the answer he got was still yes.

"I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat, so I don't need to send it over."

"But you didn't eat lunch yet."

"I'm not hungry either..." Seeing the worried look in the housekeeper's eyes, Chu Ziyan said, "Let the kitchen make some soup."

It has been like this for some time, seeing that the master is showing signs of getting thinner, the housekeeper called Meng Lu over.

"What happened, master? Why don't you think about eating and drinking recently."

"Nothing happened... It's just that I don't like painting very much recently, and I just stare at the white-clothed portrait in a daze all day long."

That's even worse, forget about food and tea, and don't even paint your favorite paintings.

So the housekeeper asked the doctor to treat Chu Ziyan on the grounds that the spring is warming up and he is prone to contract the virus. The doctor couldn't see why, so he just prescribed a few supplements for the housekeeper to boil for the master to eat, and said.

"Try to let him go out to relax. When he is in a good mood, his appetite will come back. As long as he eats on time, the young man's body will recover soon."

Chu Ziyan also knew that he was in a bad mood, so he forced himself to go out for a walk to relax, but he had clearly warned himself, but he couldn't help but pay attention to every person in white who passed by, but he saw that those people were not looking for that person himself. The appearance of a person, the mood is even more depressed.

So he refused to go out.

Focus on painting.

But I don’t have the patience to paint anything else. I always want to paint a portrait of a man in white. After finishing the painting, I look at the beauty on the paper, and my heart is even more melancholy.So he simply gave up his brush and didn't paint. He was idle and upset, which made him even more restless.

At first, the young man was strong and healthy and didn't feel uncomfortable due to the chaos of work, rest and diet, but in the early summer, Chu Ziyan, who had lost a lot of weight, finally... fell ill.

Everyone in the Chu family was in a state of panic, but the master's condition could not be improved even though many doctors were lenient, and the master's personality was more dull than before, and he didn't talk about his discomfort, which made the situation worse.

The butler Zhou Quan was in a panic and even invited the onmyoji to come over and try to do tricks for the house, but of course it still didn't make Chu Ziyan's condition better.

The doctor said: "Your son has a heart disease. It is best to ask him what he wants or who he wants to see. In short, the heart disease needs to be healed by heart medicine, and the bell must be tied by the person who untied it."

Onmyoji's statement is: "Your son's soul was taken away by other things, so he is in a trance all day long."

However, Chu Ziyan insisted that he was fine and he would be fine after a while, but everyone felt that he was being brave and did not expose him face to face, but he was a little dumbfounded by all kinds of evocations and forcing him to take medicine.

He knew in his heart what he wanted...

The man in white in the painting.

In fact, he also wondered if he went to the banquet of a certain goblin on the night of February [-]. The little goblin turned into a man in white and told himself that his name was Zhao Mingyue.

So let him worry about it, and never forget it, it's like suffering from lovesickness...

lovesickness.

Oh, Chu Ziyan smiled helplessly, he really didn't feel that his heart was so fragile, but, why did he think of that person hiding his face and crying in his dream, it really made him feel like he lost his soul.

Not wanting to bother the family, he said, "I want to see someone."

"Whoever the master wants to see, even if it is a subordinate who has gone to heaven and earth, I will find it for you!"

"The fortune teller who stayed at the house."

Chu Ziyan always had a feeling in his heart that the appearance of that fortune teller was not accidental, and that person had a different aura from ordinary people. He couldn't tell what he was, but he was somewhat different from others.

He asked him to go to Taohuawu, that's why he met the man in white. Later, he clearly met the man in white, but it suddenly seemed like a dream. If he hadn't been able to draw those portraits, he would not remember that day just like his family members matter.

If the fortune teller is not an ordinary person, then the man in white is most likely also not an ordinary person, and that's why everyone has forgotten what happened that night.

According to legend, there is a demon city, and some predestined people will be invited to the city as guests. The next day, some people will wake up in the wilderness. Most of them can't remember what happened in the demon city last night, and some can tell what happened. Nothing, but the vast majority are dismissed as sleepwalking.

Chu Ziyan doesn't like to talk about monster legends, and he doesn't have the desire to find out, but he knows the existence of those things, just like the onmyoji said, some human beings are born with yin and yang eyes, and can see things that ordinary people can't see. He belongs to this category.

Some people often feel terrified when they see this, but Chu Ziyan doesn't feel it at all. To him, those ghosts are not much different from human beings, and they all live in peace and harmony.

But because he was so different from ordinary people, he stubbornly insisted on the situation in the dream.

But because he insisted too much but didn't get any results, they thought he had a heart disease. Thinking about it, it was indeed a heart disease.

The whole Chu family began to look for the fortune teller, and Meng Lv took the portrait of the man in white to look around, but the fortune teller did not come, and neither could the man in white, but many people asked, who painted the man in white, and who drew it? De Menglu came back to admit his mistake to his master as if he had caused trouble.

"The little one knew that the master was looking for the man in white. He saw that the painting was not signed, so he took it out for people to recognize, but in the end, someone recognized the painting as Xunhua, so... the little one is guilty, please punish me, master." .”

Chu Ziyan thought of a way, so he simply drew a lot of portraits of men in white, and asked those well-connected people to find the men in white for him. He even gave him the ghosts he could see, and asked them to take the paintings to other worlds to ask...

As time went on, the search for white clothes became more and more serious.

Finally, on a sunny day, a voice shouted from outside the Chu Mansion: "Divination! Fengshui marriage, past life, present life, fortune and official career, maybe you don't need money!"

This time, the slightly plump fortune teller with the white hair and childlike face was welcomed into the mansion respectfully.

Chu Ziyan invited the old man to Jing'an Hall, a room full of portraits of men in white clothes. The old man stroked his beard and saw that the facial features of the man in the painting were exquisite and unparalleled.

"Young master, you are looking for a painter. The painter is definitely the best in the world." After admiring the painting, the old man sat back on the chair in a nonchalant manner, eating the exquisite pastries prepared for him on the table.

Chu Ziyan continued the tea for him: "Don't you think these paintings are a little different from the old ones?"

"Oh really?" the old man snapped his lips, "I love wine more than tea."

The corner of Chu Ziyan's mouth curled up, and he glanced at the butler outside the door. The butler brought up the wine he had prepared a long time ago, and the two of them filled it up.

The fortune teller looked like an alcoholic and drank three cups before saying: "Good wine, good wine!"

Chu Ziyan continued to add more wine for him, without urging him to answer his own words, the old man wiped his mouth with half a pot of wine and asked him, "Why did you invite this old man to drink?"

"The junior asked just now, do you think these paintings are different from what you saw last time, sir? What do you think of this person's face?"

"Uh... good!" The old man looked very wise and foolish.

"Is it the same person as the eyes that Mr. painted last time?"

"The old man drew it at will. There is no painter like the young master. It's a joke, a joke."

"Then letting the junior go to Taohuawu is also a random move?" Chu Ziyan took the topic into depth without haste.

The old man had a white eyebrow: "That day I was delayed by something, so I didn't go to Taohuawu, did you keep the young master waiting for a long time?"

"That's not true. Since we met today, why did you let the younger generation go to Taohuawu that day?"

"Let's drink together." He was still talking about him from left to right, drinking wine with a smile on his face.

Chu Ziyan also continued to pour wine for him, and put down the jug after it was full: "Who is Zhao Mingyue?"

The old man slowed down his drinking for a moment, then frowned, drank the wine in the glass, and then asked Chu Ziyan, "How did you draw this painting, sir?"

"On February [-], this junior had a drink with the person in the painting, but when he woke up, no one except this junior had seen him. Of course, if it wasn't for these paintings, this junior might not have remembered it."

The old man smiled, looked at the paintings again, and asked again: "Then before February [-], how did you draw these paintings? You can't recognize this person, but why are all the figure paintings all by him?"

"..." There is no reason, but there is such an idea in my mind, but I can't draw the shape... I also tried to draw the facial features, but I couldn't draw them right. "

"Drawing wrong...or bad drawing?"

Chu Ziyan was taken aback for a moment, that's right, it is impossible for him to draw eyes and noses badly as an artist, but he felt that no matter how he painted...wrong.

So it's not that he doesn't know how to draw people's facial features, but he can't draw what he wants, so he has been looking for it for more than ten years.

Until the fortune teller draws those eyes, until he meets Zhao Mingyue, then everything matches!

"...Who is Zhao Mingyue?"

"If the old man says that she is not human..."

"So she really exists?!" Chu Ziyan couldn't help himself to straighten up, looked at the old man but looked at him with a smile, and then he sat down slowly, "No matter who or what she is, junior Would love to see her."

"Will you die if you see her or will you see her?"

Chu Ziyan thought for a while, then nodded, "I want to see you."

"Why do you have to see each other when you die?"

"I don't know, it's just... the juniors are all lovesick because of him."

"Hahahaha." The old man suddenly laughed loudly, and then sighed again, "Master, take this thing, and when we arrive at Nanshan tomorrow, there will naturally be someone to meet us."

The old man gave him a scroll.

"My lord can still go back on his word until tomorrow, but once you use this scroll, your future is uncertain, life and death are on the line, and I can't guarantee that you can really see her."

Chu Ziyan took the scroll, stood up and saluted the old man respectfully: "I have been searching for ten years, even if the future is uncertain, this junior will definitely make this trip."

(End of this chapter)