Lord, he teased me again

Chapter 135 Only That One Painting
Qing Xuan quickly closed her eyes.

Don't panic, don't panic, don't think of your second cousin as Master Rong anymore.

They can never be the same person.

Uncle Rong is cold and aloof, but the second cousin is caring and gentle.

How can it be confused?
Qingxuan felt that she was really getting more and more bewildered.

"Second cousin, I have written down everything you said. Don't worry, I won't mess around. I plan to practice... oh, after learning the art of elixir, there is a rule in the door that you are not allowed to kill the king. , so don't worry about me, I want to seek justice, but I will never use extreme methods."

"One day, I will let him go to his grandmother's grave in person to confess his sins."

This is what she wants.

It is very easy for her to kill the emperor, she doesn't even need to touch her own hands, and even the cause and effect are not on her head.

But that's pointless.

Grandma's death cannot be brought back by killing a person.

She couldn't let her grandmother suffer that humiliation.

She wants that person to apologize to her in person and tell her that he did something wrong.

And his sins will be punished by heaven, it's not that they will not be repaid, the time has not yet come.

Xia Jingrong was a little surprised, but seeing her speak so solemnly, he felt a little more relaxed. He was actually not worried about what she did. With him behind her, no matter what she wanted to do, he would do it for her.

On the contrary, he was worried that she would get stuck in it and lose herself.

Hatred has always been the easiest thing to drive people crazy, and he couldn't bear her to be like this.

"Since you can figure it out, I don't worry. If there is anything that requires my cooperation, please let me know." Retracting her hand from Qingxuan's hair, Xia Jingrong lifted the curtain and got out of bed, "It's not too early I'm going back first, be careful yourself."

"Well, goodbye, second cousin."

After Xia Jingrong left, Qing Xuan pressed her heart belatedly, her heart was pounding, she took several breaths, but couldn't suppress it.

Even his face was slightly hot.

Qingxuan touched her face and muttered, "I must have caught a cold, right?"

Phew, how is it possible?
She is a person who practices fire magic, so things like catching a cold have nothing to do with her, okay?

It's going crazy, why is she so nervous about her second cousin sometimes?
Qingxuan fell asleep for a while, she sat on the bed for a while, then turned her head to feel on the treasure shelf beside the bed, and found a box.

She opened the box, and there was a stack of papers inside.

They were all letters she wrote to Master Rong.

Qingxuan couldn't help sighing, she didn't know what happened to Master Rong, when would she leave this ghostly place, and when would she see Master Rong again?

After sighing several times in succession, she suddenly remembered something.

By the way, where did the portrait of Uncle Rong she drew go? ?
Qingxuan jumped off the bed suddenly, lit a candle, and searched the room for a long time, but couldn't find a scroll of paintings.

She ran to the small study next door and turned it inside out, but still couldn't find it.

"Zhuer, Zhuer, wake up," Qingxuan ran to Zhuer's room, shaking Zhuer who was sleeping awake.

Zhu'er was at a loss: "What's the matter? Miss? Is something wrong?"

Qingxuan: "Have you seen the painting I put in the room of the Princess Mansion?"

"Painting?" Zhu'er was confused, "What painting?"

"It's just a painting. The only thing I put in the room is that one painting."

(End of this chapter)