Chapter 49

Ronglu: "Huangmei..." the calm Ronglu stood behind Ning Lan, but he didn't know what to say. Alas! In the end, my ability is limited. Now I finally understand why my uncle and mother think the crown prince belongs to themselves.

"Brother Huang, wait for me for a while." when Rong Lu just entered the door, he already knew. He continued to write something without raising his head. After brother Huang sighed, he said with a smile.

Ning Lan's move surprised Rong Lu. Such a royal sister

"Brother Huang, what do you think of my painting?" when Ning Lan asked, Rong Lu came forward to have a look. It turned out that Huang Mei was painting her.

"Huangmei, this..." Rong Lu looked at the third princess Ning Lan with bright eyes and teeth, as smart as her. At this moment, he was painting Mrs. Jiao he? The gentle face on this exquisite show confused him and made her more nervous.

"Gong Jian can't be as good as her voice and smile?" after whispering, she looked at Rong Lu with her dark eyes as deep as the sea. She was cold and solemn. A moment later, she asked, "brother Huang, do you remember the last smile on Mrs. Jiao he's face three years ago? The voice and smile of nanny that day are still in front of her and still in LAN er's mind."

"Huangmei..." a wry smile rose on her face and said, "how can you not remember?"

"Brother Huang, look at this picture of Lan'er. How similar is it?"

Ronglu looked at such a changing face. For a moment, he was at a loss. Is this painting more than a divine likeness? The memory of Huangmei is so deep!

"Huang Mei, Huang brother thinks that time has passed for so long, and Huang Mei can be relieved. I don't want to..." he throws his eyes into the picture. How profound is the smile on the beautiful plain face?

"Brother Huang, how can you forget? How can a person who can die for himself forget what he saw with his own eyes? Three years ago, Lan'er didn't understand the reason, but now... Nanny treats Ning lanen like a mountain, and Lan'er can forget each other for several generations?" the words were all about the pain of the dead, which shocked the listeners and stunned them.

What's flashing under the cold eyes? Suddenly understood and asked suspiciously, "why did the imperial sister choose to draw a portrait of Mrs. Jiao he at this time?"