Gu Yixi has already left. Ye Junmeng is very playful and is now preparing to accompany Ye Junmeng to see the delicious and fun places in Qizhou.
Wen Ranran pursed her lips and listened quietly for a while until Ji Yuanxu finished playing a piece of music.
Just as he was about to leave, he heard Ji Yuanxu say calmly, "Since your Excellency is here, why bother to pass through the door without entering?"
Wen Ranran curled her lips and walked in anyway.
Ji Yuanxu turned around and looked at Wen Ranran, his eyes full of hatred, and then looked behind Wen Ranran.
"Your Majesty actually dares to come here alone, it's really beyond my expectation!"
Wen Ranran raised her eyebrows, "What? You haven't painted recently?"
Ji Yuanxu: "..."
This moment seemed to hit Ji Yuanxu's sore spot. He said coldly, "My queen, you should just worry about yourself!"
Of course Wen Ranran has thought about it, but now, she and Ah Li have reached a consensus. Although her body is still in ruins, her previous abilities have been restored by at least 70%. If there is any accident, the uniform
A Ji Yuanxu is still not a problem.
But after all, he is Ji Tong's nephew, so Wen Ranran couldn't say anything. She just said, "Don't you invite me to come in and sit down?"
Ji Yuanxu looked at Wen Ranran, not knowing whether to hate him or what to do. In the end, he just moved a chair in for Wen Ranran with a cold face.
The small courtyard was kept very clean, and there was a portrait placed on the stone table outside the courtyard.
The edges of the painting are a little yellowed, and it looks like it has been aged for a long time. It is definitely not painted just now.
But the reason that made Wen Ranran take a second look was that the woman in this painting was so lifelike, with a charming smile and beautiful eyes. She was charming and charming with every smile, but those eyes
There was a shrewd look in his face, which made Wen Ranran feel a little curious.
Wen Ranran, the woman in the painting, has been seen before and has a close relationship with her.
This woman once participated in the selection of female officials with Yuan Surong when Wen Ranran was still the secretary of Emperor Rongcheng.
The woman's answer sheet at that time was also extremely good, but in the end she was too conservative and failed to be selected for the female officials of that year. However, later, when Emperor Rongcheng inspected Northern Xinjiang, he always took her with him.
At that time, Yuan Jurong had already entered the court and was not suitable to be a personal female official.
In the end, this woman died when Emperor Rongcheng was captured and never came back, and even her body could not be found.
Wen Ranran thought about these things one by one and figured out some clues.
This Ji Yuanxu couldn't be the so-called cousin Ji Zirou who likes him, right?
The more Wen Ranran thought about it, the more likely it became.
She has always been a person who says whatever comes to her mind directly, let alone a situation like this, which needs to be clarified.
Wen Ranran pursed her lips, looked at the portrait, and whispered, "Do you like her?"
Ji Yuanxu didn't speak, just turned his head, sat at the table, and carefully put away the portrait.
"You like her!" Wen Ranran confirmed this time and said it in a very sincere statement.
Ji Yuanxu's face turned pale and he did not deny Wen Ranran's words. His eye circles instantly turned red.
"But she died...I don't even know how she died..."
"She...died in Xia Lihong's hands!"
Wen Ranran pursed her lips and hesitated.
"Impossible! She...she belongs to Xia Lihong! How is it possible?! It must be you...it must be you!"
Ji Yuanxu became excited.
Wen Ranran just looked at him calmly, their eyes met, and Ji Yuanxu moved his eyes away.
The eyes of the woman in front of her were open and honest, without any hypocrisy or pretense.
"You don't need to win me over...don't you already know this painting very well?"
Wen Ranran said calmly, "Wonderful brushwork brings flowers, but...this paint..."
Ji Yuanxu was stunned, and then said, "Pigment...you know everything?"