Prince Allure: Marry a Black-bellied Little Xianggong

Chapter 174 [Shallow Shallow Sorrow] Day and night beauty painting
Walking over, his brows were wrinkled again, as if the headache from practicing the fast sword with He Qingyi came back again.

There was a buzzing in my head, and the sound was uncomfortably loud.

She knocked on the forehead with her hand, and stretched out her hand to push open the door of the main house. It was completely impossible to see that no one had lived in it, but it was cleaned very clean.

Someone should come here and clean it every day.

There is a painting hanging in the lobby in the middle, a beauty in white is standing on the stone bridge, as if looking at the reflection in the water under the bridge, feeling sorry for herself.

The closer Feng Qianxia got closer, the more familiar she felt, and then she suddenly remembered that this painting was so imaginary of the concubine Wu she met in the palace.

But it is obviously different. The facial features of the person in the painting are more refined and more like her.

Those eyes, as if through a painting, can look forward to a Wang Qiushui worry.

There are two lines of characters written in the lower right corner of the painting. Feng Qianxia has some insights into ancient Chinese, so it can be easily seen.

The painting reads: Day and night, I am willing to fight the sword with the king to the end of the world.

Inscription: Qu Chaochao
There is no need for Feng Qianxia to doubt, the person in this painting must be Qu Chaochao, and must be that Feng Qianxia's own mother.

She was inexplicably moved by this painting, and felt like crying because of those two sentences.

That gentleman shouldn't be Prince Sheng, so who is her real father?
Because of the end of the world with the sword, she discovered that the beauty actually carried two swords on her back, one was jet-black, and the other was a white sword.

It looks harmonious, but it seems weird.

Feng Qianxia thought that she couldn't study it thoroughly, so she stepped forward and took down the painting, took a closer look, put it away and hugged it in her arms.

Walking along the house, some plain places strangely soothed the pain in her mind.

The house was very clean, but apart from the usual furnishings, there was nothing else.

She couldn't say that she was disappointed or not, she only knew that she was inexplicably sad.

He turned around and left the house again, and went to the next room, where there were some children's things.

She thought, Feng Qianxia should have lived here when she was a child.

There is no such thing as a spiritual tablet, except for this painting, nothing.

What does Prince Sheng want to keep?

(End of this chapter)