The Wealthy Psychic Lady: 99 Stolen Kisses

"I heard that the princess' marriage was a matter of course?"

He didn't answer, An Xiaolim raised his eyes and continued to ask, "Ask you."

"Go to the palace today and tell me this clearly." He held her hand tightly, "Even if ten or eight are what, I won't touch them."

"Can you promise me one thing?"

"You said."

"Can you give me the portrait of the emperor?" After saying that, afraid he would be angry, she said, "I'm useful."

"What's the use of his portrait?" He didn't know why.

"Draw it to me first, and I'll tell you when it's done."

Seeing what she said, he agreed, "then you have to go back to the house first. There is no ink and paper here."

"Go back quickly." She looked impatient.

He was surprised by her panic, and was curious about the usefulness of her portrait, but also thought that she would tell herself when the painting was done, and she was not in a hurry.

Let go of her, "Go back then."

"it is good."

On the way back, instead of sitting in a sedan chair, she rode in his carriage. The sedan chair was lifted and followed.

"Why does the emperor want to give you a princess as a concubine?"

"Not the concubine."

"what is that?"

"Ping wife." He said in a low voice. "Why is he doing this, don't you know? Ask me knowingly."

"I thought it was the concubine ..." She shouted, "I don't know, I really don't know, where do I know the emperor's mind?"

"She is Chi Yan's most favored princess. How could she be a concubine? The emperor had originally planned this. After all, the princess's family background was also very high, but it was inappropriate to consider it, so she planned to give his wife a peace." His eyes flickered. Bright and dark, "Sometimes, I really want to drop everything to take you away and fly high, but the world is so big that it's hard to have a place for you and me. Besides, my mother-in-law is not in good health now, I can't give up She ignored it. "

Hearing what he said, An Xiaomen was both sad and sad, thinking of the ruined ancient ruins, thinking of Lingyu, thinking of the more than 900 lives, she shook his hands against each other, "Anyway, I know you only have in your heart I'll be enough. "

"You look extraordinary today, and it makes me feel relieved."

She turned her lips and said nothing, "I just heard them calling you Lord Xihou. I thought your surname was Xi and Minghouling. I never thought that your surname would be Xihou and you would name it alone."

His eyes flashed with surprise, squinting at her, then he stroked her hand against her cheek, floating her fingertips a few times, and without finding the traces of the mask, reached out to release the buttons on her neckline. Seeing that, An Xiao Ning didn't move, watching him unravel one by one, the neckline was ripped open by him, and the bellyband was unraveled. Following his sight, she also saw a small birthmark on her chest.

He methodically re-attached the strap buttons to her, relieved, "I just thought you weren't a brocade, why did you ask that?"

An Xiaomen realized that he was trying to test himself just now, and for a while he didn't know what to answer.

"I……"

He stared at her, trying to hear her continue to say, but she didn't. After speaking only one word, she became silent.

Look at me in the carriage. I look at you. No one is talking. When she was at the palace, she said, "After you draw, I will tell you something you don't know."

He nodded.

Came to his study.

The door was closed and there were two small windows behind the desk. The weather was good and the light was bright. The whole room was not dark.

He took out his ink.

Under her gaze, he traced the outline of a man's facial features in a stroke at a fast speed. Although it is not as clearly visible as the photo, it is enough to see that his painting skills are very good. The appearance on the paper shows that the real person looks like this.

This is a face that is not similar to him.

The man was very cold and gorgeous, and his squinting eyes seemed to be able to see anyone.

An Xiaojingzai stared at the painting on the table carefully. In his eyes, he seemed to be stunned. "You said he was good before, but now you are fascinated by one painting?"

She chuckled, this jar of vinegar.

"In my opinion, he is no better than you, but you are brothers, why don't you look like them?"

"He looks like my father and emperor, and I look like my mother. Furthermore, we are not a mother. It is nothing like it. Let's say, what do you want to do with this painting?"

"Can you paint me a picture of the Yin family again?"

He didn't understand, "Yin Family? What on earth are you going to do?"

"You draw first, and I'll tell you when you draw."

"On the carriage, you told me to draw and tell me, you have to play tricks again." He picked up his pen and asked, "Which one of the Yin family?"

"The most important person to the Emperor."

He knew immediately, and painted a man.

An Xiaomen asked, "Is he very good?"

"The whole thing that is crooked and evil is now the emperor's confidant." He put down his pen, "Can you tell me why now?"

An Xiaomen took a look at the two paintings again, and after tearing them, threw them into a trash can, leaning against the table, and said to him, "It's just remembering the appearance of these two people. "

"Why deliberately remember? Haven't you seen it?"

An Xiaomen turned to him and said, "Do you believe in past lives?"

"I don't believe it," he replied. "Everything that is unknown does not mean that it doesn't exist, but you haven't experienced it yourself, so this is not a subjective answer."

"You answered quite right, I believe, because I am from a later generation, the soul in my body is the next life of me, and our current dialogue and meeting come from my dream, the longest time, It was the days when I was hitting the bed and I could n’t get out of bed. I stayed here for a few days. The last time was when I came to the house by a sedan chair. I know you probably do n’t believe it, but this is how I made you draw this image. For the following generations, we came to the ancient ruins of this palace together. It has long ceased to exist here for thousands of years, and more than 900 people in the palace have been killed by the emperor. Out of here, I think, this is the reason for me to remember my past life in my dream again, God wants me to know something I did n’t know, and why I was not with you in the end. "

He just looked at her like that and said, "You say, ours is in your dream now?"

"It's my dream, maybe my own soul is using this form to let me know what I want to know, such as the person in this portrait, tell me, what's their name?"

"Xiahou Jiaping, Yin Cun." He was completely lost. "Did you just say a dream or is it true?"