Beloved Concubine

"Do you think this dream is true?" Chen Xiao asked.She felt that the Lord should know everything.

"It should be true." The Lord nodded.

"Then did I die at that time and then be resurrected?" Chen Xiao stared at the other party with questioning eyes.

The Lord shook his head: "It stands to reason that you won't die."

"You won't die?" Chen Xiao thought he heard something very magical: "Do you know what the eleventh floor is? One floor is three meters, which is what we call one foot here. The eleventh floor is eleven feet, 33 rice."

"It's only eleven feet long, it won't die." The Lord chuckled and shook his head.

"That's it?" Chen Xiao's mouth twitched.

The master asked: "Can you draw the appearance of your parents in your dream?"

"I can't draw it." If he could draw it, Chen Xiao would have done it long ago.

"I think you're pretty good at painting, why can't you draw it?" The Lord just saw the portrait of his parents painted by Chen Xiao.

"This is a tracing. If I were asked to draw it out of thin air, I wouldn't be able to draw it."

"Then do you have the specific appearance of your parents in your mind?"

"Yes, but it's not very clear." After all, it was a dream I had 20 years ago. The specific appearance of the characters in the dream is a bit blurry to this day, but I only remember an image concept.

"I'll help you."

The Lord said as he walked towards the desk. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone that he used to write the Jinlan calligraphy were still there. He poured some water into the inkstone and began to grind the ink.

"Come here." The Lord said.

Chen Xiao walked over, and the Master pulled her to the table, laid paper on the table, handed the brush to her hand, and held it in her hand.

"Close your eyes and let your mind go. All you can think about is the appearance of your parents in your dream."

The Master stood behind Chen Xiao, with his chest against her back, his right hand holding her pen-holding hand, and his left hand attached to her arm, looking like he was physically "possessed".

Chen Xiao closed his eyes and did as he was told.For some reason, she had a natural belief in the Lord. She felt that he... This feeling was hard to describe. In short, it was not awe, but conviction.

In the room, Taisun and Chen Xiao were painting.Outside the house, Luo Qing couldn't hear the sound inside. He searched for cracks in doors and windows, trying to peek inside, but couldn't see anything.

It's been a long time since Mrs. Chen went in. What on earth were they doing?Luo Qing was a little curious and a little worried.

At this time, the cook came to deliver dinner.

Luo Qing knocked on the door: "Your Highness, Your Highness! The cook is here to deliver dinner."

The "grandson" in the room heard it, but did not respond. At this time, half of his divine energy was in Chen Xiao's sea of ​​consciousness, and he was drawing the memories in her sea of ​​consciousness with his pen.

As for Chen Xiao, she heard nothing.The isolation barrier not only prevents people outside from hearing and seeing inside, but also prevents people inside from hearing and seeing outside.

"Your Highness, it's time to eat!"

Luo Qing knocked on the door again.

"Got it, wait a minute."

A voice came into Luo Qing's mind, and Luo Qing was stunned.He seemed to have heard it, but this voice... Why did it feel like it was transmitted directly into his brain?

With the master's "possession" strokes, half of the scene in Chen Xiao's dream was painted.The sixteen or seventeen-year-old "boy" was sitting half-reclined on the sofa, with a lazy posture and a frosty face.Behind him stood Chang Xing.The other half that has not yet been drawn is Chen Xiao’s mother and Chang Mei holding their infant baby.

For the "Master", what he is most interested in is what Chen Xiao's mother looks like.But in Chen Xiao's memory, Qiqia's mother's appearance is the vaguest.

She felt that her mother seemed to be in her early twenties. Her skin was very white and delicate, and she had a milky scent.Her chin is round, even a little chubby, her lips are thin, and the corners of her mouth are slightly raised, making her look a little cute and innocent.Lips upward... Chen Xiao had no impression, but she felt that her mother had a round face and looked a bit "silly and sweet".

When Chen Xiao thought of "silly white sweet", many images of "silly white sweet" actresses in film and television dramas came to mind, and her memory description was suddenly confused.

The Lord saw Chen Xiao's mother's "face" changing constantly, from one look to another, knowing that she was remembering someone else.

"Let's stay here for now."

The Lord put down his pen, loosened his grip, and took a step back.

Chen Xiao opened his eyes and saw the image of the young father in his dream drawn on paper like a detailed drawing.The painting was as lifelike as a photograph, clearer than she remembered.Especially his unruly and indifferent expression. Thinking of the scene at that time, I wanted to go up and slap him.Unfortunately, the mother in the dream did not have such courage. She just begged and tried her best to explain.

"This, was this painted by you? Or was it painted by me?" Chen Xiao couldn't believe his eyes.To be honest, the appearance of the young father in her dream was very blurry, but it was so clear on paper.

"I drew it." To the Lord, this young man is very familiar to him. This is his good big brother who escaped to another world.

As he spoke, the Lord removed the isolation barrier, and Chen Xiao heard Luo Qing's voice outside.

"Your Highness, it's time for dinner."

"It's time to eat." Chen Xiao looked at the sky outside the window and said to the master: "Are you... planning to stay for a long time? Or are you leaving soon?"

"I'll stay and help you remember your mother." He wanted to get evidence of the crime and bring back his good brother.

"I have a question...I wonder if I can ask it?" Chen Xiao hesitated.She had respect for the "master" and felt that the question might be a little disrespectful.

"what is the problem?"

"Why did you come? And you chose to come to your grandson. Also, what do you call me?"

The master waved his hand and erected the isolation barrier again.

"My name is Nangong Zhen, and I'm your uncle. I came here looking for traces of Wu Jiwen. If I don't possess him, who could I possess? Only after reading his memory did I know that he is a soul demon." He curled his lips contemptuously.A little soul demon actually wants to be related to the Nangong family, you are so beautiful!

"Uncle??" Chen Xiao was suddenly confused.The master turned out to be her uncle! !

"Don't tell anyone. In front of outsiders, just think of me as Wu Jiwen."

Nangong's true honesty shocked Chen Xiao.Compared with when I first met Fang Yu, he was secretive and told lies. Telling the truth was like squeezing out toothpaste. If you squeeze a little, he would get out a little. If you don't force it until the last moment, he will refuse to tell.

"How do you know that you are my uncle? Or what is the basis?"

"The basis is your bloodline. You have the blood of the Nangong family."

"How did you get it?"

"You found out when you became sworn friends with Wu Jiwen."

At that time, Nangong Zhen was very surprised when he discovered that there was family blood.Regardless of Sanqi 21, stop the sworn sworn relationship first. Not just any cat or dog can join the Nangong family.Then he followed the trajectory and found this place, possessed Taisun, and after reading the memory, he knew what was going on.

As for Chen Xiao's husband Fang Yu in Taisun's memory, Nangong really felt that he was quite capable and not mediocre.After meeting the person and investigating, if they really love each other, Nangong really won't stop him.

After all, every demigod has been promoted step by step from ordinary people.There are only three natural "gods" in the Three Realms, and even Nangong Zhen's father was not a natural god.