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Ji Qingzhuo heard Shen Rongyu's answer, and she quickly repeated what Shen Rongyu taught her: "Xiaoyu, I want to see it, please let me see it."

Shen Rongyu's big palm covered her eyes, and the temperature in his palm cooled down—because he had no intention to maintain his disguise.

He no longer has the body temperature of a human, but he was once a real, human being.

Live, heart beating, body temperature warm, people.

He felt that it was ridiculous that he had been denying the existence of this matter, and covered Ji Qingzhuo's eyes. Could it be that she couldn't see that this matter did not exist?

Shen Rongyu didn't know what happened, but years later, in the distant Candle Palace of Liangguo, she could see her portrait.

The last time he saw her, she died soon after, an arrow shot through the skull, and the blood and brain burst apart, far from the solemn appearance of the painting.

Only he remembers who she is, and only she remembers who he is.

After Ji Qingzhuo said that, she fell silent. She pursed her lips and felt the temperature of Shen Rongyu's fingertips cooling down a little, until he was as cold as the snow outside the window.

She clenched Shen Rongyu's big palm tightly with her backhand, and warmed him with the warmth of her palm.

Until Shen Rongyu slowly removed his hand, he said, "Okay."

Shen Rongyu's voice tugged, like this "okay", it came from the depths of his chest, he tried his best to block it, but it still let it overflow from the end of his teeth.

Ji Qingzhuo's hand was still covering the back of his hand, but now he put his hand down, and her hand followed, it seemed more like Ji Qingzhuo took his hand off.

——As if she was in charge.

Ji Qingzhuo was always asking Shen Rongyu's opinion, but in the end, he was always losing ground.

He stood outside his own world, and every time Ji Qingzhuo took a step, he would seriously ask him, "Can I continue walking, if I don't want to, I won't leave."

"Yes," he said.

Then took a step back.

Until he kept stepping back, Ji Qingzhuo also walked into his world and spied the secrets that belonged to him.

The night pearl behind the relief wall was lit, and when Ji Qingzhuo opened his eyes, he was still a little uncomfortable with the light here.

With her back against Shen Rongyu's chest, she blinked again, moistening her dry eyes.

Ji Qingzhuo's eyes fell on the painting, and he finally saw the whole picture. The woman in the painting was dressed in royal attire, with a solemn and luxurious phoenix crown on her forehead, and her eyebrows and eyes were extremely beautiful—that is, such a beautiful upper Only one generation can breed a descendant with perfect appearance like Shen Rongyu.

Yes, Ji Qingzhuo knew the identity of the person in the painting the moment she saw the portrait. She must be Shen Rongyu's mother, and their eyebrows and eyes were seven points alike. It was no wonder that when Zhu Mo saw Shen Rongyu, It will feel familiar to him.

Shen Rongyu's... mother? This word, when Ji Qingzhuo heard it, always felt very unfamiliar, because Shen Rongyu felt too lonely for her, he seemed to be alone from the beginning, relatives, friends, lovers, these words are placed with Shen Rongyu Together, there is always an unspeakable sense of disobedience.

"Did you see it?" Shen Rongyu held her hand in turn and said suddenly.

His voice was low, his chest vibrated when he spoke, and there were several layers of clothing, which affected the skin of the two of them.

"I see." Ji Qingzhuo looked at the man's mottled cheeks due to his age. She didn't dare to look into the eyes of the man in the painting. She only said softly, "It's very beautiful."

"Did Zhuo Zhuo guess who she is?" Shen Rongyu asked again.

"Xiaoyu, this is your mother." Ji Qingzhuo said with certainty, maybe there may be two people in this world who look alike, but Shen Rongyu's reaction shows that the two of them have a close relationship.

Judging from the degree of obsolescence on the painting, it should have been sealed for hundreds of years, or at least a product of the era of desolation. She could only be Shen Rongyu's mother.

"Yes." Shen Rongyu replied, his voice was light, the inexplicable emotions had already been suppressed, and his appearance became cold and ruthless again.

Similarly, he also had time to disguise himself, and his originally cold hands began to become warm.

Ji Qingzhuo blinked, she continued to be silent, and Shen Rongyu hugged her like that, resting his chin on top of her head.

The way he hugged her completely took her into his arms, which Ji Qingzhuo liked very much. She leaned against his chest and felt very at ease.

Until Shen Rongyu spoke again: "If she was alive, she wouldn't like you."

There is no basis for this sentence, but Shen Rongyu just blurted it out.

Ji Qingzhuo's red lips parted slightly, she felt that Shen Rongyu was right: "I'm not likable."

Shen Rongyu laughed in a low voice, his laughter was hoarse, he released Ji Qingzhuo's arm, and pulled out the Snow Burying Sword hanging from his waist.

He knew that destroying the painting would raise suspicions, but he had to destroy it, and he didn't want the painting to remain in the world.

Ji Qingzhuo knew what he was going to do, but she didn't stop him. She looked at the beauty in the painting and finally looked away.

The Snow Burial Sword came out, and was about to open the heavy curtain and tear the beautiful face of the person in the painting, but at this time, the sound of being pushed came from the relief wall behind him.

Shen Rongyu's hands were fast, and the Snow Burying Sword was retracted again, only holding Ji Qingzhuo's waist, carrying her and flying to the beam, the scattered red blood springs gathered back, hid herself, and wrapped the two of them.

They hid on the beam and disappeared.

This embossed wall can actually isolate the fluctuations of breath and magic. Some people returned to the hall, and when they activated the embossed wall to make a sound, Shen Rongyu discovered their existence.

The strength of the candle moth and Shen Rongyu is equal, so the sound insulation spell cannot be used, which will attract the attention of the candle moth.

They could only squeeze under the cover of the red blood spring. Ji Qingzhuo was held tightly in Shen Rongyu's arms, clenching his hands tightly, feeling extremely nervous.

Fortunately, Shen Rongyu didn't ruin the painting, she thought.

They silently looked at the people who walked into this secret room, and the first thing they heard was Candle Moth's weird laughter: "Hee hee—"

Accompanying her, there was another footstep, which was steady, different from the light sound of candle moth walking on tiptoe.

Under the shadow of the night pearl in the secret room, the face of the owner of the other footsteps gradually became clear. It was the Emperor Liang who had just confronted Meng Yaolan at the lantern festival.

"After so many years, no monks have ever set foot in Yunliang Territory. Why did he come here this time..." Emperor Liang sighed, seemingly helpless.

Candle Moth picked up a corner of his clothes, tapped his toes on the ground, and turned around in front of Emperor Liang: "I am a demon, and it is only right and proper for a monk to kill me."

"I won't let you die." Emperor Liang said in a deep voice.

"If no one kills me, I will suck a lot of human souls, and of course I won't die." Candle Moth put one hand on Emperor Liang's heart, "It's you, but don't die, you are dead. , the prayer will fail, and I will die."

Emperor Liang didn't speak any more, he only looked up at the portrait behind the curtain - fortunately, Shen Rongyu and Ji Qingzhuo didn't leave any traces, so they didn't find their existence.

Candle Moth tilted her head, put her head on the shoulder of Emperor Liang Guo, and said only in her strangely sharp voice: "I saw a guard who looked like her in the palace a few days ago?"

"She used to be the queen of the Dongshan royal family. The Dongshan royal family has a huge family. Even if the entire ethnic group was slaughtered and slaughtered, there are still descendants. It is unknown." Emperor Liang Guo did not know the person in the painting, and only said so. .

"The one who brought this portrait is my uncle. He is a very strange person. He has some aptitude for cultivating immortals, but he has not cultivated, but he has a very long life. He wanted to burn the painting along with the other things he brought, but he was very old and had no strength. He only held the fire book in his hand and fell down. The fire went out, and he died. "Emperor Liang slowly spoke about the origin of the painting.

He never said this, maybe it was because he drank too much at today's lantern festival, or maybe it was just because of Meng Yaolan's arrival that he was emotional, so he recalled old things.

Candle Moth tilted her head, as if she couldn't understand what he said, and only laughed strangely from time to time. It seemed that every word that Emperor Liang uttered was like a joke to her.

"After you came, I originally wanted to follow my uncle's wishes and destroy it, but you said to keep it." Emperor Liang asked a question he had always been curious about, "So Ah Zhu, why do you think To keep it?"

Don't demons have no human feelings? Why would you want to protect another painting?

"She saved me." Candle Moth put her fingertips on her lips and licked it gently.

The bun on her forehead turned and looked in the direction of the beam. Ji Qingzhuo, who was in Shen Rongyu's arms, held her breath. From her point of view, there was no obstruction between her and Candle Moth.

Now, the round bun with only countless compound eyes looked at her like that.

"Saved you?" Emperor Liang was even more curious.

"I was still a moth at that time, wandering in the palace of the Dongshan royal family, maybe I won't survive that summer." Candle Moth remembered everything he had experienced clearly.

"I was flying in the palace, and I saw a little fire in the dark. There was only that little light in my eyes. By virtue of my nature, I rushed towards the fire." The candle moth's voice still has a strange sharpness.

"Later I learned that the light was the lantern held by the maids in the palace, and it was my nature to chase the light, so I rushed towards it, but just before I was about to plunge into the flame, I heard a sharp screeching sound. Call."

"It was the palace maid who was holding the lantern screaming. Because of her fright, she let go of the lantern in her hand and fell to the ground. The fire was extinguished. All my thoughts were gone. At that time, I only felt that my lifelong hope was extinguished."

"I was in mid-air at a loss, circled in a circle, turned around, I saw her standing on the top of the highest and highest tower in the palace, the wind chimes at the four corners of the tower's spire were jingling, she was on the top of the tower, jumping up Come down, the light in those eyes is brighter than the light of fire."

When Candle Moth said this, Shen Rongyu's arm holding Ji Qingzhuo suddenly tightened a bit. He raised his jaw slightly and only looked down at Candle Moth, the emotion in his eyes could not be seen clearly.

"I flew chasing the light in her eyes, as if chasing the fire, it was so beautiful," Candlemoth said, "but when she closed her eyes, the fire disappeared, like a extinguished candle."

"So, I didn't see any light in that summer anymore, so I survived." Candlemoth explained why she left the portrait.

Ji Qingzhuo closed his eyes and fantasized about the scene, the candle flames that fell in the summer, the beautiful woman falling from the top of the tower, and the moths flying into the flames, the scene must be cruel and beautiful.

"Just a one-sided relationship?" Emperor Liang chuckled lightly.

"It's just a one-sided relationship." Candlemoth repeated his words.