Where does the memoryless wife go?

Chapter 276 [Luo Yingshan] Love is Her Name
Now Juana was completely insane.

Although her husband is dead, Juana is never far from her.She was so jealous that she forbade any woman from approaching Fili's body.She often ordered the coffins to be opened so she could hug Fili's decaying corpse.

Later, her son Charles V locked her in an old castle in Spain. People often heard her talking to herself in the middle of the night, and singing came from the castle. It is said that Queen Juana was praying for her husband. singing.

This unfortunate woman spent more than forty years of her life in confinement, and finally died peacefully.

She has been chasing love all her life, but is mercilessly betrayed by the person she loves the most.

Luo Yingshan's narration silenced everyone present, perhaps because of their own marriage, these Japanese ladies silently sighed in their hearts that this is crazy about love.

"Queen Juana's unrequited love, desperate jealousy and indelible loyalty are themes that will always fascinate artists. Therefore, many artists in later generations have described her as an infatuated and melancholy woman, just like The picture you see now is average.”

Luo Yingshan said lightly that this painting was the one that depressed her the most among the many famous paintings she had restored. Looking at this painting until now, she still couldn't help but sigh: it was only because of that love at first sight, and from then on, she fell in love with her. The shackles of love.

Is it really worth it?
Woman, love is her name, is this the doomed sorrow?

"Luo, you spoke so well, I don't even know how to explain the other paintings."

A middle-aged man stood behind the group of Japanese ladies, pursing his lips and speaking in Italian with an appreciative smile on his face.

Luo Yingshan deserves to be the most potential restorer of the Italian Famous Painting Restoration Association. Her understanding of the original painting and her spirit of in-depth exploration deserve everyone's respect.

"Peter, don't think about me helping you finish the following explanations. I still have class, so I'm leaving first." Luo Yingshan left with a slight bow to the ladies who were still immersed in the sad stories.

In a corner of the art gallery, a tall and handsome Italian man watched Luo Yingshan's leaving back, unable to move his scorching gaze away for a long time.

This is the first time Lei Nuo sees Luo Yingshan.

In the past few months, he has been used to going to the art gallery every Wednesday afternoon. When he feels that he is getting more and more irritable, he needs to accept the influence of art to calm his mood.

The art gallery is undoubtedly the best choice for spiritual baptism, but this Wednesday gave him the most peaceful moment in his life.

When Luo Yingshan slowly told about Juana's life, he followed the beautiful and calming voice to find the past, and saw a pure white and elegant daffodil standing alone under the light beam.

He saw the most beautiful scenery in his life. An oriental woman with long fluttering hair was standing in front of a huge portrait, and she was telling the history of this painting.

Renault couldn't see other people in his eyes, only her delicate facial features, smooth and long black hair, and her unique temperament.

This oriental woman is so beautiful, but also so cold.

It was like the kind of oriental flowers he had seen before, daffodils that did not grow in the soil but in the water.

Who was she, and how did she know so much about Renaissance painting?She was polite to these visitors, but he could just feel the coldness emanating from her.

(End of this chapter)