Zhao Zixuan looked at the painting and wondered not the person on the painting, but the person who painted it. This technique is too familiar. Although she doesn't know how to paint, but after reading a lot, the artist's painting technique is quite familiar. Now, especially, it's not the first time that person has painted her. Zhao Zixuan took Murong Longcheng's hand and walked out with all her might. When she reached a remote place, she stopped, "I can't give this painting. This is what Xiao Ji painted, how could it leak?"

Murong Longcheng opened the painting again and compared it to Zhao Zixuan. Looking at it, he really felt that, for a while, silently, that Silver City Lord named this painting, and this painting is the treasure of the store. Murong Longcheng talked for a long time before the shop owner agreed, but this was Ji Tianxiang's painting in a blink of an eye, and the person on the painting was still Zhao Zixuan, so it's hard to say.

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"Hurry up, you can send this painting, this Silver City Lord looks at me next to you again, and he can't detain me," Zhao Zixuan's heart is very clear, who would send a beautiful picture, it must be I admire the woman above, although she is so beautiful, but she can't be like this, no, I can't send this painting without seeing the face of the Silver City Lord. It was too late, but Zhao Zixuan took the painting and smiled.

"Leave me here first, it's safe, wait until he asks for it, let's bring some other gifts over there." Zhao Zixuan was reasonable, but she was thinking about other little Jiujiu.

The two of them didn't know what gift to pick into the palace. Murong Longcheng looked at it and picked out a painting by the famous teachers and brought it in. To be honest, he was more depressed than anyone else.

When the two came, many dignitaries had already come to the mansion of City Lord Baiyin. Some of them showed great respect when they met Murong Longcheng. Zhao Zixuan followed behind him with a look of pride. Especially, Murong Longcheng was vague. When Qing introduced her, those people saw it clearly, and then they would say a word of congratulations, Murong Longcheng just smiled and said nothing.

Zhao Zixuan still doesn't know what Murong Longcheng's identity is, Prince? No, it looks like these people call him Young Master Murong. In addition to being curious, Zhao Zixuan did not forget to look around. This really surprised her to some extent. It wasn't the gorgeousness of the City Lord's Mansion, but how familiar it was.

When the guests were seated, there were all kinds of gifts in their hands or on the table. The gifts on Zhao Zixuan's table alone looked a bit shabby. The picture scroll was not as eye-catching as the pair of men and women. Zhao Zixuan was secretly worried. Would it be embarrassing?

There are flickering red candles on the four walls of the house. When the singing and dancing were peaceful, someone loudly announced that the City Lord of Silver had arrived.

This made Zhao Zixuan think of the city lord named Ye Gucheng in a classic movie. He was an ambitious person with unrivaled martial arts skills. Thoughts drifted, and I saw a red-clothed person walking from outside the door. The red-clothed clothes were decisive. It was uninhibited, but it made people unable to look away. Unlimited reverie, but the more you look, the colder Zhao Zixuan's heart becomes.

The City Lord of Silver sat down, raised his glass, and drank with everyone, his thin lips lightly parted, "This time I invite everyone to come, in addition to the small gathering, I implore you, I am willing to offer a reward, just to get a painting, this painting It was painted by Ji Tianxiang, the king of Xuanyuan Rui, with a half-masked woman on it.

The words startled thousands of waves, and everyone talked about it. The painting is not famous, but it is from the hands of Ji Tianxiang. The woman is not beautiful, but it is what City Lord Baiyin thought. Saying this, this matter is very interesting. Zhao Zixuan's body trembled, and she almost couldn't help it several times. Tears welled up in her eyes. Murong Longcheng's hand was tightly clasping hers, everything was clear.

During the banquet, Zhao Zixuan drank by herself, but her eyes never left the masked person. There was a kind of scorching heat and a faint sadness. Zhao Zixuan felt that she had never felt lost and hesitant. If you drink too much, you will get drunk, you will not know what it is, and you will hide yourself. Zhao Zixuan understood that when she saw the women dancing on the dance floor, she couldn't help herself. Murong Longcheng stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms. This time, she couldn't make her dizzy, even though the dance was beautiful.

Leaving early, Murong Longcheng handed the painting to the City Lord Baiyin. Before leaving, he gave him a meaningful look and sighed.

Zhao Zixuan was confused, leaning on Murong Longcheng's body, sniffling, "Why doesn't he recognize me? I have held back, why doesn't he even have a look? You can see it, right? That painting is His own, liars, are liars."

"He has unavoidable difficulties, Zixuan, you have to trust him." Murong Longcheng sighed, he didn't understand the love between men and women, but he could see that Zhao Zixuan really cared about him, if not, why this time She is awake.

"Difficulties? I'm not afraid of any difficulties. What is he afraid of? A liar is a liar." Zhao Zixuan pouted, tears began to fall, she grabbed Murong Longcheng's collar and buried her head in tears, crying desperately, unable to meet each other. Admit, she never knew it would be so uncomfortable.

It was night, the moon was like a shuttle, Zhao Zixuan opened his eyes, and after crying a lot, the ending was that he couldn't sleep, but his eyes were sore, and his consciousness was very clear. He held Murong Longcheng's hand tightly and stared.

Murong Longcheng also looked at her, her face was calm and unwavering, such a beautiful woman, but she was a person with a heart that was more thorough than water, she saw it too clearly, but hurt herself too deeply, what should I do? "Go to sleep, just fall asleep."

"You know about the phoenix totem, right? You know it's right behind me, right?" Zhao Zixuan asked softly, with a hoarseness in her voice.

Murong Longcheng nodded, "I know, I will keep this secret, don't worry."

"Let's get married. I'll be in Qilian in the future. That's my life. I can't change it, but I can choose. I don't want to involve them anymore. I don't think I have that kind of charm yet." Zhao Zixuan's hand was clenched. It was even tighter, the nails had been embedded in the back of Murong Longcheng's hand, and blood came out drop by drop, but the two were silent.

"If you want, you can do it tomorrow, but, have you figured it out? He's still here." Murong Longchen didn't seem to feel the pain in his hand, and was as calm as before.

"Think clearly, that's all." Zhao Zixuan closed her eyes, let go of her hands, and stopped talking. That night, she couldn't sleep, so Murong Longcheng stayed with her all night. I haven't left for a long time. Under the mask, I don't know when the tears are already strewn across my eyes.

The festive red color spread all over the yard. Zhao Zixuan looked at the red color with a trace of melancholy, empty and tired. (To be continued)