What appears in front of you is a landscape painting.

The painting shows a sloping ridge on the side of a mountain, with rugged rocks, lush vegetation, and clouds gathering at the top of the sky, as if a big storm is coming, making the mountain even more dangerous.

The painting is very good, and the brushstrokes are like a god. You can see the big hills and valleys, dangerous mountains and flat slopes, mist and mist in the mind of the painter. The strange and dangerous scenery that originally only existed between heaven and earth has been transformed by a pen and a pool of ink.

And when it is transformed onto the paper, it seems as if this is not a painting, but a living beauty.

My eyes fell on a red shadow on the top of the mountain.

It looked like a figure, wrapped in red gauze, being blown high by the cold wind on the mountain.

The shadow was very small, and with the layout of the painting, it could almost be swept away in one stroke, but the person who painted it didn't seem to think so. Even such a small stroke seemed to have put thousands of thoughts into it, and the red shadow actually revealed a

The species is graceful and slim. Compared with the surrounding rocks and trees, it looks extremely slender, but it has a sense of presence that people cannot help but notice.

When I saw this scene, my heart suddenly jumped.

Xishan...

The wind is strong...

Blowing red gauze...

Fu Badai's poem recited in Jixian Hall came to my mind at this moment. I suddenly felt something. I hurriedly grabbed the scroll and looked at its corner. There was a red seal printed there, as well as the painter's name.

Signature——

Yan Mu's Seal.

On the sixth day of the ninth lunar month in the Guisi year, at Yunchi Peak in the West Mountain, I encountered the shadow of the clouds

There was a buzz in my mind, and the fingers holding the scroll began to spasm uncontrollably, and the edges of the scroll were wrinkled. When I looked at the red figure again, I fully understood what Fu Badai was chanting.

The meaning of those two poems.

The red gauze blowing in the west mountain wind is originally the flower in King Xiang's dream.

Many people exaggerate and embellish when writing poems. I thought those two lines were just what he meant. Unexpectedly, it turned out that the scene in the poem was true.

The red shadow on the painting is——

"Miss."

My thoughts were interrupted. I raised my head and saw Yan Zhong saying to me respectfully: "The recent resignation of the eldest lady is a top priority in Xichuan. The young lady should not make hasty decisions or act in haste. The head of the family is very sorry."

"..."

"This painting is a special gift sent by the owner of the family to the villain."

"..."

"My family wants the villain to tell the eldest lady that a human being should trace his origins and return his roots when the leaves fall. The eldest lady has been away from Sichuan for more than ten years - it's time to go home."

A chill ran down my back and I raised my head to look at him.

Yan Qingchen wants me to go back again?

Ever since Uncle Ai passed away in Jixiang Village, the relationship between me and Xichuan has become weaker and weaker. However, he gave me this painting as a gift when I got married. When I left Xichuan, I caused my own death.

, but that is not a break between me and Nishikawa, it is just to cut off their control over me. I don’t have much nostalgia for Nishikawa anymore. He knows this very well, but there are some people and things that cannot be let go no matter what.<

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The person who painted, the person in the painting...

So, he had this painting sent to him.

Also, Li'er's people came just after he disappeared. Is it a coincidence? Or——

I raised my head and was about to ask when a hand reached out and gently covered my hand. When I turned around, I saw it was Pei Yuanxiu. He was looking at me tenderly, with some message conveyed in his eyes.
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I was startled, and the question that came to my lips did not come out.

At this time, Pei Yuanxiu said to Yan Zhong: "Whether my wife wants to return to Xichuan or not, we and I will decide for ourselves. The envoy has traveled a long way here and must be very tired, so he should go and rest first."

Yan Zhong glanced at us and said nothing. He took a step back and saluted respectfully: "Thank you, Miss. Thank you, Master."

Pei Yuanxiu made a gesture, and Butu, who was waiting at the door, came forward and led Yan Zhong down.

The hall fell silent for a moment.

The Han sisters all looked at me, each with their own thoughts in their eyes, but they didn't say anything. I was still holding the painting, but my thoughts were completely confused as if they were being blown by the biting wind on the painting.

At this time, that warm big hand stretched out again, gently rolled up the wrinkled picture that I had pinched, and then held my hand. I raised my head and met his gentle eyes. He gently

Said: "Go back to the house and rest first. You haven't eaten or drank water for a day. If anything happens, let's think about it slowly."

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I was almost carried back to the inner courtyard by him.

This place was a red and bright wedding room a few days ago, but now it has returned to its former peace and elegance, but at this moment, there is a bit of stillness in the silence.

I was hugged by him and gently put on the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me for a while, then reached out and stroked my pale face, and said softly: "Can you eat something first? You haven't eaten anything all day.

The body will collapse."

I shook my head gently, and just as I was about to speak, he touched my lips with a finger and said, "Don't say you can't eat. You have to eat some anyway. Li'er hasn't been found yet, so you can't

Collapse."

His voice was very gentle, so gentle that it was almost impossible to refuse. I looked at him for a while and nodded gently.

The servants quickly brought the food. He was concerned that I really couldn't eat anything, so he ordered them to prepare soup. After the food was delivered, he personally carried the dishes, carefully scooped up a spoonful, and gently

He blew it to cool it down and then brought it to my lips. I glanced at him, said nothing, opened my mouth and drank it.

He fed me and I ate. After a while, I drank less than half the bowl.

Although I was still suffering in my heart, it was true that it was not as uncomfortable as it was just now. I was so uncomfortable that I almost fainted. I sat on the bedside and looked at the scroll of paintings in my hand. I felt that there were so many emotions that I couldn't understand.

If you can't sort it out, it will be a headless mess no matter how you sort it out.

If it were just this painting, I wouldn't be so panicked; if it was just Li'er's thing, I wouldn't be so lost, but now that the two people's things appear in front of me together, I am completely confused.

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Mother...Li'er...

Li'er...mother...

At this time, Pei Yuanxiu put the dishes on the table, came back and sat on the edge of the bed. He looked at me for a while, and then looked at the scroll in my hand.

I glanced at him and also looked at the painting.

He never asked about my life experience, but with his sensitivity and experience, he must have known everything from the time Pei Yuanfeng and his party arrived. Therefore, I was not surprised that he asked.

He didn't ask...I'm not surprised either.

The two of us were just silent. For a while, the only sounds left in the room were his and my breathing, as well as the rustle of the bamboo leaves blown by the wind outside. The usually quiet inner courtyard was still quiet at this moment, but it was becoming quiet.

There was a surge of panic and uneasiness.

I don't know how long he was silent. He breathed a sigh of relief, gently reached out and grabbed my hand, and said softly: "If you have any decision, you must tell me first."

I raised my head and looked at him, and after a while, I said, "What about you? What do you think of this matter?"

He lowered his head and thought for a while, then looked at me and said, "This time, maybe you really want to go to Xichuan."

"..."

"First of all, that Yan Qingchen must go back and see you. Even if he doesn't succeed this time, he will have another time."

I couldn't help but sneered in my heart.

Yes, it has been more than ten years. Some people may believe that I am dead, and some people have forgotten me even if they know that I am not dead, but he is always there like a nightmare that cannot be dispelled.

Watching me, coveting me.

He didn't rob anyone, but his method was more powerful than the obvious robbery.

This painting alone, even if Li'er is not in his hands, is destined to make me unable to calm down anymore.

Besides, Li'er...

Thinking of this, my breathing became a little disordered again. Pei Yuanxiu continued: "Secondly - Li'er just disappeared today and his people arrived. I think this is not a coincidence." He looked into my eyes and said: "

Do you still remember that they took action once when we were in Jiujiang?"

"..."

"We were negligent this time. Maybe Li'er is really in their hands."

When I mentioned the previous attack in Jiujiang, I gritted my teeth and gripped the sheets underneath me.

Yes, they have attacked Li'er once before, but she was saved by Shen Xiaokun by chance. But after the first time, there will be a second time. It is not surprising that they attack Li'er again.<

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Looking at my pale face and angry eyes, Pei Yuanxiu didn't speak and just stayed by my side. After an unknown amount of time, I finally spoke and said word by word: "Okay, since he wants me to go back, I

Just go back."
To be continued...