Chapter 190

Leng Qingyan felt a stone blocking her heart. She felt it was difficult to breathe. She couldn't speak. I really want to cry, and a trace of silence flashed through my drooping eyebrows and eyes.

"Xiaoqingyan, since ancient times, emperors have been good at power skills and have no sincerity. Do you really think the emperor will marry his daughter to Gusu Duanyu for the sake of Princess Wu?" Bai zhantang looked at lengqingyan with a smile and said.

"Do you mean that Gusu Duanyu has a deal with the emperor privately?" Leng Qingyan was relieved and looked up at Bai zhantang.

"I didn't say that. I only know that when I left, the emperor went to the imperial study with Gusu Duanyu privately. As for what they said, I really don't know!" Bai zhantang narrowed his eyes, smiled and went back to the book case to continue painting.

Leng Qingyan drooped his eyes and mused. The emperor called Gusu Duanyu to the imperial study again. What did he say to Gusu Duanyu? What did Gusu Duanyu promise?

Leng Qingyan was silent for a moment and looked at Bai zhantang. He was still painting. From this point of view, his side Yan Junyi was extraordinary. In fact, he was pretty good-looking, but his character was a little bad and his speech was a little annoying.

"Xiaoqingyan, you stare at brother zhantang like this. Don't you like brother zhantang?" the voice of Bai zhantang sounded slowly.

Leng Qingyan frowned fiercely. It was the first time she saw Bai zhantang so shameless. She glanced at Bai zhantang and said, "do you feel too good about yourself!"

Bai zhantang's pen said, "if you don't like me, what are you looking at me for?"

"I think you hate it!" Leng Qingyan said faintly.

"Hate me, you still come to me?" Bai zhantang raised his eyebrow and asked with a sneer.

Leng Qingyan glared at him and said angrily, "white exhibition hall, do you know what you hate most is that you like to ask knowingly."

Bai zhantang put down the wolf hair in his hand and raised his eyes to see the cold face. He gently opened the corners of his mouth and showed a strange smile, "since I hate it so much, why do you come here! You find the one who doesn't hate it."

Bai zhantang finished his words with a strange look and his eyes fell on his paintings.

In the white snow, a little girl with steamed stuffed bun head knelt there. The wind and snow fascinated her eyes. Tears twinkled in her red eyes. She clenched her red lips and refused to admit defeat in her stubborn eyes. The young man in green put on a black cloak for her.

At the end of the nine corridors stood a thin young man. On his excessively pale face, a pair of scarlet eyes were full of jealousy, and his pale slender fingers tightly grasped the hidden blue cloak in his hand.

Bai zhantang's eyes were deep. He stared at the young man at the end of the nine corridors in the painting. He held his hand tightly on the case until it turned white. He took a deep breath and raised his pen to cross out the thin figure on the nine corridors.

A cold voice suddenly sounded in my ear.

"The little girl in the picture is me! Eh! How can there be someone there?" Leng Qingyan asked suspiciously, pointing to the smear shadow on the nine corridors.

The scene at that time was that she talked back to Leng Qingfeng's wife Yao. Leng Qingfeng sent her kneeling for three hours. It was snowy. She knelt there and refused to bow her head. Tang yuntu saw that she understood her cloak and put it on her. She remembered that there was no one around. Who was the person in the painting! It looks familiar.

"Ha ha!" Bai zhantang gave a low smile and lifted her smiling eyes to look at her cold face. She really didn't know!

"Who is the person in the picture?" Leng Qingyan was even more curious when he saw that Bai zhantang didn't speak.

"Tear pull" a sound, the painting was torn to pieces by the white exhibition hall, and the bottom of his eyes was terrible cold, "it's not you in the painting, you don't have to think about it."

The indifferent voice of Bai zhantang slowly floated into Leng Qingyan's ears. He glanced at Leng Qingyan, walked out of the desk, went to a bookshelf in the calligraphy and painting Pavilion, took out a book, sat back in front of the book case, and looked at the books in his hand without saying a word.

Leng Qingyan looked down at the picture torn by the white exhibition hall on the ground. The little girl in the picture was as thin as she was in those years. The young man behind him was gentle. The young man standing at the end of the nine corridors was very familiar, but how could she have no image.

Who is the boy in the picture!

"White Exhibition Hall..." Leng Qingyan called him, and his eyelids did not lift up. He looked at the books in his hand with a dignified expression.

Leng Qingyan frowned, squatted down to pick up the fragments on the ground and put the paintings together on the ground. Finally, the boy on the nine corridor disappeared. She searched the whole calligraphy and painting Pavilion and didn't find that one.

People are like this! The more curious you are, the more you want to know. The more people don't tell you, the more you want to know. Leng Qingyan now understands that curiosity is really difficult to calm down.

"Imperial concubine, I've told you everything you want to know. Go back quickly before it's dark! Avoid some people getting jealous again." a faint voice sounded in the white exhibition hall.

Leng Qingyan frowned deeply and took another look at the incomplete paintings on the ground. She knew Bai zhantang's temper. He refused to say that he would not tell himself no matter how he asked.

"Are you all right in Jiangnan?" Leng Qingyan walked to the door, and the door opened automatically. Before going out, she turned around and looked at the white exhibition hall where she was always buried in reading.

"What can happen to me? Just go back at ease!" Bai zhantang said without raising his head.

"In that case, I'll go back. Take care!" Leng Qingyan turned and stepped forward.

When Bai zhantang heard the dull sound of closing the door, he slowly raised his eyes. His clenched hands slowly loosened, and the paper fell on the table. It was the boy on the nine corridor.

Bai zhantang reached out to smooth the folds on the rice paper and whispered, "brother zhantang is always by your side!"

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The red lanterns hanging high in front of Wu Zhuangyuan's house are made of red silk cloth in the shape of flowers, and the rose petals flying in the wind sprinkle ripples on the ground.

The wedding couplet in front of the door reads: the smoke of the world of mortals, the spouse of xiaoxiaolang in the Jianghu

Banner: beautiful scenery on a beautiful day

The red smoke gauze scattered on the hanging style in front of the court.

The groom is dressed in a red wedding dress, tied with a red agate and a ruby waist seal. His black hair is tied high behind his head with a red silk. The red silk is decorated with a huge ruby. The gem is wrapped with a layer of hollowed out hamamelis, which sets off the groom's extraordinary appearance.

Xi po said many auspicious words. Leng Renbo gave her some auspicious money. She couldn't close her mouth with a smile.

The dowry flower girl sang a wedding song loudly, and the flower sedan slowly fell down.

"Please kick the door!"

Leng Renbo strode to the sedan chair and kicked the door symbolically. The bride stretched out a hand and five servant girls came forward to help the bride get off the sedan chair.

"The bride crosses the brazier!"

Leng Renbo helped feifeng across the brazier. After a lot of cumbersome etiquette, the groom and bride finally arrived at the wedding hall.

In the happy hall, the red smoke gauze poured all over the ground on the four hanging styles, two high dragon and Phoenix candles, six plates of peanuts, red jujubes and longan piled into a pagoda on a red table are very unique.