Enchanting woman: the princess arrives

Chapter 151 Beginning, That Strange Red

Her pale lips trembled.

"Yu'er," my mind was pounding, I didn't know what I was going to say, what were I talking about?Just by instinct.

"Can you show me that painting?" There was a hint of pleading in his tone.

"Uncle Huang, you know the woman in the painting, don't you?" He asked affirmatively.

If you still can't see clearly like this, it's not because of the weather at all.Then I am really an idiot. I should have expected it a long time ago. Uncle Huang never likes to go out. Why?

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Seeing the uncle's silence, Huangfu Mo Yu sighed: "At Tata's place, it belongs to Tata."

"En," the breath was unsteady, it was only a short journey of a cup of tea, but it seemed to have traveled for millions of years.

The steps are heavy, each step feels like a knife, and the vision is blurred.

When he got to the door, Su Feng pushed it open.

"Master, Lord Anhou."

"Is Tata awake?"

"Not yet, master."

"En," he said no more, and went in alone.

Tata kept the portrait beside his pillow.

When I got the painting, my hands were trembling inadvertently.

Take a breath and hurry out.

Outside the door, Huangfu Jinyu ordered lightly: "Sufeng, let everyone in the yard go out, and don't come in without permission."

Su Feng was a little puzzled, but didn't speak.Quickly order everyone in the yard to leave the yard.

When Huangfu Moyu took the painting out, his heart beat suddenly.

"Uncle, this is it."

Huangfu Jinyu stared blankly at the familiar and unfamiliar pendant that fell out of the package.

A gust of hot air surged up from his chest, rushing straight to his throat, "Pfft—" Residual blood stains left from the corner of his mouth, adding a bloody charm to Huangfu Jinyu.

"Uncle Huang." Huangfu Mo Yu couldn't believe his eyes for a moment.

"It's okay," he raised his hand to block him, without taking his eyes off the painting.

Huangfu Mo Yu handed the painting in front of him.

"Uncle, let's see."

Huangfu Jinyu didn't reach out his hand for a long time, and his eyes were far more sad and infatuated than looking at those cherry blossoms.

He opened his mouth and read silently.

His hands and feet became cold, and those eyes seemed to be looking at something through the painting.

Finally, he raised his hand to take the painting, his eyes were burning hot, he untied the rope, and slowly pulled out the scroll.

His hands caressed the curly body with great nostalgia.

Struggling incomparably, his hands have slowly opened the scroll.

Seeing that the woman in the painting was still so beautiful, at that moment, Huangfu Jinyu's eye sockets were stained red, and a crystal teardrop dripped from the corner of his eye.

(End of this chapter)