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888. A painting that kills

Tao Yuanyuan was silent for a moment, then whispered, "It's my fault!"

Wen Ranran shook his head, "Actually, that's not entirely true. Those soldiers from yesterday are still there. Let's just arrest them for interrogation. Although they may not be able to find anything, it's better than nothing! If I guessed correctly, the other party should be here.

I'm stationed here and will report the news when I return!"

"How to say?"

"If we are just here to take His Majesty back, and there are not many of them, we will directly capture him alive and use it to threaten Xia Lishuang. If we are large in number and cannot be resisted by Chengyang County, we will directly withdraw and abandon this important town.

Negotiation between the two sides!" Wen Ranran twisted a flower petal, "And this place is not far from Youzhou City. It makes perfect sense for Ji Xuyuan to escape at this time and go to Youzhou City to move reinforcements. Or maybe, in Youzhou City,

Inside, there is also the opponent’s trump card!”

When Tao Yuanyuan heard this, she suddenly became cheerful.

"You mean...that little brat Xia Lihong wants to start a war with us?"

"Yes." Wen Ranran looked solemn, "It's already autumn now, and it won't be long before the soldiers of Yan State will go south and harass the border on a small scale, but... if they hold the 500,000 yuan from Zhenbei that was originally from northern Xinjiang,

If the army is captured alive and we are included, the Yan State will not dare to do anything. When the capital is empty and the number of troops is less than 30,000, then the real danger will be!"

Tao Yuanyuan gasped and looked at Wen Ranran with admiration.

Although she is proficient in matters on the battlefield, she seems a little overwhelmed when it comes to such intersecting interests.

"So what now?"

"Master is not in good health. We might as well stay in Chengyang County and garrison with a hundred thousand troops. He is experienced and knows that the terrain is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Even if the opponent comes with two hundred thousand, he can still defeat it!" Wen Ranran was silent.

After a while, he finally made a decision, "For the rest, follow us to Youzhou. I want to see what this Youzhou Ji family is capable of!"

Tao Yuanyuan smiled and tapped Wen Ranran's head with one hand.

"You, you! No wonder Shuang'er likes you and even feels a little dependent on you! You are really smart in these things!"

Wen Ranran smiled and propped her elbows on the table. There was a "click" sound, and a scroll fell to the ground, rolling around, revealing half of a human face.

Wen Ranran was stunned, squatted down and picked up the painting.

"This is...a painting?"

Wen Ranran was slightly stunned. The painting was obviously half-painted and not yet finished. The painting was of a woman. Judging from the outline, she was dressed in rich clothes and made-up, with a hint of a mother's beauty, but her face was still blank.

Wen Ranran suddenly felt an unpleasant feeling in her heart.

She looked at the painting and compared it with the current queen, but she didn't find anything wrong.

It's just... Ji Xuyuan has never met the queen, how can he draw it?

Wen Ranran was simply puzzled.

"Mother, this painting?" Wen Ranran handed the painting over.

Queen Tao looked at it and smiled softly, "Except for the face, the other parts are quite similar!"

Wen Ranran raised her eyebrows, looking at Queen Tao's face, she suddenly felt a deep sense of uneasiness, which almost swept through her entire heart.

Almost subconsciously, Wen Ranran began to rummage through the boxes and cabinets to find something.

Because he is a master of painting, he naturally has a lot of paintings at home, but... Ji Xuyuan seems to have a strange hobby. His paintings rarely depict landscapes, and all of his paintings seem to be portraits.

Roll after roll of portraits was turned out, and Wen Ranran couldn't help but take a breath of air as she compared them.

Wen Ranran is even familiar with some of them.

Gu Qingxuan, Li Yuan, Jiang Nanjin, Liu Yu'er... all of them are painted vividly, but these people all have one thing in common - there is no living person!

Wen Ranran felt a chill behind her intuition quickly seep through her skin. She touched the goosebumps on her arms, suddenly threw the paintings away, covered her heart, and suppressed the uneasy feeling.

"What's wrong? There's something wrong with this painting?!"


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