The Queen of Charm

Chapter 442 Calligraphy and Painting Brocade Box
His voice came from his ears, a little hoarse, but with unspeakable charm, every word spit out from his thin lips, in Ling Zihan's ears, it was a question.In the past, her very warm and magnetic voice made people feel deeply in the floating world, but there was a feeling of a bright moon in the sky and a gentle breeze.

Listening to it now, there is a kind of heavy depression, and the subconscious wants to break free from his imprisonment.

She withdrew from his encircling circle, wiping the blood from the corner of her lips casually.

The eyebrows are lowered, and the long eyelashes form a blue-black shadow, like a butterfly fluttering its wings. "Brother Emperor, I know that the position of emperor can make people stop killing, and I also know that it is very cold. I wanted to let go of everything, live in the world, see the beauty of the world, and grow old with the one I love." Thinking of this At the office, her face was full of happiness, "I have seen rights too clearly, and I don't have the ability to make the people have enough food and clothing. Naturally, Brother Sanhuang should take care of this kind of errand."

The strong light at the door made her look hazy, and her whole body was immersed in white clouds, ethereal and illusory, giving him an unreal feeling.

"It's getting late, so I'll take my leave first." Ling Zihan said goodbye to him, pushed the door and left.

Then he closed the door again.

The imperial study room will be plunged into darkness again, the candlelight on the table flickers on and off, and his expression is dim.After a long time, he sighed softly, "Brother Eight Emperors, you forced me to do this." I closed my eyes, and I didn't know who to say to, or just said to myself, in a soft voice like a gust of wind, "The plan... speeds up. Now This time, no one will be left alive."

Beneath those gentle eyes was endless coldness.

However, Ling Zihan, who left the imperial study, did not leave for too long, and asked the maid in charge of the imperial study.Only then did I realize that Ling Xuanyi basically spent the whole day reviewing the memorials, and only left in the evening.

Perhaps because of her coming today, Ling Xuanyi also left not long after she left.

Taking advantage of no one around, when night fell, she came to the imperial study room again.

Be extra careful this time.

Avoiding the guards, he quietly hid in the imperial study room.

The moonlight shines in through the small carved windows, like layers of silver light covering the table.The memorials on the case table are very neat, and some unreviewed ones are put aside.The ink is still wet, and the brush is placed on the inkstone at will.

The ambiguous atmosphere in the room has long since disappeared.

She looked around, but didn't see what she wanted.

When he saw the memorial and annotations opened on the case table, he raised his eyebrows.The vigorous and powerful strokes, the majestic characters are exactly the same as the gentleness of Brother Sanhuang.The so-called reading of people depends on the words, that is what I said.

It's just... some emotions shouldn't be kept.

She turned her face away, hiding that nostalgia.

Before coming to the bookshelf, I searched inside and out.It's just that after looking around, I can't find anything suspicious. What exactly is what the Seventh Brother said.She frowned and thought deeply, could it be that the Seventh Brother made a mistake and there was nothing.

Randomly flipped through the history books, and all the sweeping around was a thick book.

In the corner, she found a tightly sealed brocade box of calligraphy and painting. The decoration was very simple, but it was made of wood, which was slightly rough.Looking at this appearance, it is very clumsy, causing the whole body of the brocade box to be rough and prickly.

But it is such a simple thing, but it is surprisingly clean in the corner, while other places are covered with fine dust.

This kind of possibility is - someone loves things very much, cherishes them very much, and looks at them all the time.

For some reason, when she saw this painting, she felt a burning pain in her chest.

It seemed that something in it had something to do with her.

(End of this chapter)