Pampered ghost concubine is respected

Chapter 103: At the Foot of Lingshan Mountain (2)
Fang Pei scanned the lower end of the painting, found no signature or seal, and immediately changed the topic, "Although the painting is good, it is not a master's work."

Yan Rusi lowered her head, covered her mouth and snickered, then glanced at Murong Lin, but to her surprise, he didn't seem to be unhappy, and the expression on his face remained the same as before.

"Lord Fang, what if ordinary people can live a picturesque life?" Murong Lin asked with a smile.

Fang Pei's eyes lit up, and his voice seemed a little excited, "There are two people in this painting, a man and a woman. Although they are under the scorching sun, they are working hard in the fields. They are covered in coarse linen, with a few drops of sweat on their faces, but their expressions are happy. His smile is delicate and real, as if he is quite satisfied with life. Looking at the green field, the rapeseed is growing fat and strong, and it must be a bumper harvest."

Murong Lin smiled and nodded, pointing to the crow in the painting, "The greedy birds didn't come to spoil this rich field, but instead looked down on these two farmers from the air, what does Master Fang think?"

Fang Pei was stunned for a moment, and after looking at Murong Lin in astonishment, when he cast his eyes on the painting again, he was in a daze as if in thought.

At the beginning, Yan Rusi was still a little foggy, but she understood after a while.The painting of Emotional Rin was not made at will, but pointed.

He intentionally showed Fang Pei an imaginary scene, and pointed at the crows to express his emotions. It turned out that he wanted to hint at Fang Pei.This crow probably represents the imperial court. The current imperial court is like a crow, exploiting and oppressing the common people like vampires, making their lives miserable.

"Of course it's very good." Fang Pei sighed with emotion, and then said quietly, "It's just that the world is as black as crows, so you know that the next batch will be exactly the same as the previous batch?"

Yan Rusi's body is still standing, Fang Pei is questioning that Lin will be the same as Murong Liao!

Murong Lin was not angry, but said in a harmonious voice, "Is it the same? You can only find out after seeing it. If you stick to the old rules, you will have no chance. If you break the old habits, there is still a glimmer of hope."

Fang Pei looked at Murong Lin steadfastly, the light in his eyes changed several times, first he was astonished, then examined, and finally hesitant again.

Murong Lin was not in a hurry, and returned to his seat quietly waiting for Fang Pei's answer.

Fang Pei didn't know what Murong Lin meant, but he was a little uncertain.It's not that he has never heard of the methods of the ghost-faced prince, so he has no doubts about Murong Lin's ability, but...

Fang Pei frowned tightly, feeling extremely worried. If such an unpredictable person ascends to the throne, will it be a blessing to the common people?

Turning his eyes to the painting again, Fang Pei's blood ran cold, but flowed quickly.Will Murong Lin give the people a stable and prosperous life as he said?He's not sure.

Fang Pei suddenly asked, "My lord, this painting has a profound meaning. I want to watch it for another two days. Is it possible?"

"Of course, I'll come back in ten days." Murong Lin said and stood up.

Yan Rusi also stood up immediately, and ran to Fang Pei, saying solemnly, "Lord Fang, please take good care of this painting. It was made by our prince himself, and it took him a lot of thought!"

Fang Pei's expression froze, and he looked at Murong Lin in astonishment, and when he saw the smile and said nothing, he knew that what Yan Rusi said was true.

"I have long heard that the prince has a lot of research on painting. When I saw it today, it is really extraordinary."

Murong Lin smiled lightly, and said disapprovingly, "I have no time to indulge in elegant things, but I just paint what I think in my heart, so naturally I can't compare to those masters."

After finishing speaking, before Fang Pei could answer, he left with Yan Rusi.

Fang Pei froze in place, watching Murong Lin's back getting further and further away.The doubts in my heart were swept away immediately, and I suddenly became extremely certain.Being able to draw such bright and beautiful paintings naturally has the capacity to accommodate the world.

Out of the state capital, Yan Rusi couldn't help but poked Murong Lin's hand, and said coquettishly, "You are really a cunning, no, you are a small and cunning." It turned out that it had been planned a long time ago, but fortunately she still worried about him ?
"Actually, I'm not very sure."

"Don't worry, look at Fang Pei's appearance, when you come back ten days later, he will definitely follow you wholeheartedly." Yan Rusi said confidently.

"It's not thanks to the words you said before you left." Murong Lin pampered Yan Rusi's nose.His little Ru can always understand what he thinks in his heart, the words just now, presumably made Fang Pei make up his mind.

After the ruts disappeared on the stone-paved ground, You Ming was startled, and hurriedly looked up—the three big characters of Meilin Town beat him hard in his heart a few times.

He was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at the plaque at the entrance of the town. The blood that was flowing slowly in his body seemed to be frozen, and he could no longer move. This made him difficult to breathe, his whole body was cold, and his hands and feet gradually became numb.

After half a day, the coagulated blood suddenly became active again, as if being slapped by a master, it became chaotic and frantic, flowing in the blood vessels without rules.

He staggered a few times and almost fell to the ground. His chest felt congested, as if a big stone was pressed there. The messy blood made his stomach churn, and it seemed that something was stuck in his throat for a moment. Yes, fishy, ​​astringent, bitter, I can't spit it out, but I can't swallow it either.

The long-buried memory was suddenly blown away like a strong wind, time stopped suddenly, everything in the world was frozen, and the memory picture that was thrown in the garbage heap and refused to pick up was forced to crash into my mind suddenly .

Caught off guard, he couldn't resist, and could only let those memory scars be uncovered, stinging his heart that was about to be anesthetized.His body just stood there straight, his eyes staring blankly at the three handsome typists of "Meilin Town", as if he was on the shore, letting the seawater beat him over and over again by the strong wind.

"What's the matter with you?" Yunyin frowned, asking You Ming puzzledly.Why is there such a strange expression on his face all of a sudden.

Although Yunyin's voice was extremely small, it was like a life-saving rope, rescuing You Ming from the brink of drowning.

Inhaling heavily, You Ming pressed his heart, and expelled those memories that dazzled him into the void.

After a while, You Mingfang calmed down quite a bit. He squinted his eyes and looked ahead, like an outsider, his soul floated out of his body to examine this encounter——

After more than ten years away from this small town that has carried his pain and unbearable suffering, he unexpectedly came back without knowing it. Could it be God's will?
Half pay, he finally murmured back, "Nothing."

The voice he tried to control was still a little trembling, he thought he had covered it up well, but he still couldn't escape the keen sense of rhyme.

What happened to him?Does he know this town?Yunyin was at a loss and couldn't figure it out.

(End of this chapter)