The main hall is elegantly decorated, with cloud-top sandalwood as the beam, transparent white jade as the lamp, the table is painted in vermilion, and the lattice is made of sunken wood. The hall is clean and flawless, with pure colors, and the ornaments placed are mostly elegant.
, fully demonstrates the elegant style and temperament of the former owner of this palace.
Tianliang took two steps forward and noticed a breeze blowing into the palace...
Deep in the hall, there was a sound like wind chimes, tinkling, crisp and soft.
There was a chill in the sky, and my chest suddenly felt empty.
There was the sound of wind, the sound of ringing bells, and the pale sunlight. There seemed to be a vague figure leaning against the door frame. Its voice was vague and empty, but it seemed to be clearly imprinted in her mind and calling her, "You naughty little guy, why are you doing this again?"
Coming?"
Tianliang pursed his lips, then suddenly turned away and ran toward the sound.
Jun Xiaobao and Ruan Meiren stopped at the same time, looking suspiciously at Tian Liang who was acting strangely.
"Mother?"
Baozi looked puzzled, and when he saw the direction Tianliang was running, his face suddenly darkened, "Mother, where..."
Tian Liang didn't hear anything, he just ran quickly without any hesitation or hesitation. In this intricate winding corridor, he unconsciously chose a jumping path, walking resolutely and running fast.
She didn't know why she ran so eagerly, or why she came straight in this direction, but she felt that the sound was like magic, leading her forward.
arrive.
She looked at the crystal curtain that undulated in the wind, took a deep breath, opened the curtain, and walked inside...
Behind the crystal curtain is a bedroom, with an Eight Immortals table carved from pear wood, a wide bed made of broad agarwood, and a shark stern tent hung on it. The begonia flower embroidered with silver thread at the end of the tent raises a bright and dazzling luster.
, the sapphire pillow on the couch and the pure white silk embroidered quilt are elegant and cool.
Tianliang looked at the bed, unconsciously walked into the room, sat on the bed, put his hand on the frosty white quilt, lowered his head and buried his face in it...
The coldness penetrated her spleen and lungs, making her shiver all over.
The taste was very strange, it was something she had never been exposed to before, but she felt inexplicably nostalgic...
What's wrong with her...what is she doing?
Tianliang didn't understand, so he just buried his face in the quilt, closed his eyes, pressed his cheek against the cold silk quilt, and rubbed it gently...
"Mother..."
Jun Xiaobao stood outside the crystal curtain, looking at Tian Liang lying on the couch, his eyes were extremely complex and extremely surprised.
Tianliang slowly came back to his senses, stayed quiet for a moment, and sat up.
She saw Jun Xiaobao standing outside the door and looking at her without moving. She stood up and asked in confusion: "Baozi, why don't you come in?"
"Mom, Baozi, you can't get in." Water flashed in Baozi's eyes.
Tianliang is still puzzled, "There are no mechanisms here, and there are no poisons, how could it be..."
While she was talking, her eyes accidentally glanced at the table and bank placed in the corner, where there was a painting.
Looking from a distance, you can see a woman painted on the painting.
He looks like a teenager, and his appearance is still very green, but his eyes are smart and agile that belies his age, and even the smile on the corner of his mouth has a bit of a cunning fox-like gleam.
That touch of confidence and pride is an aura that no one can imitate.
That was an expression she had seen thousands of times and was too familiar with.
Tianliang's hands were trembling a little, and he walked over slowly with hesitant steps——
She took off the stone inkstone she was holding down and picked up the painting.
When he came face to face with the face that was almost exactly the same as his own, he finally couldn't help but feel the shock in his chest, stepped back, and dropped the painting...
The mountain breeze has not stopped, and the crystal curtain outside the door is still tinkling, which is very pleasant.
"Mother."
Baozi called, whispering quietly, in a very soft and clear voice, "This is daddy's bedroom, a bedroom that no one can enter except mother."
Tian Liang looked down and saw three words inscribed in the lower right corner of the painting.
The flowing clouds and flowing water are firm and eye-catching.
This is a man's handwriting and a man's name.
Jun Wuxun.
This is Jun Wu Xun's painting.
A painting made for her six years ago.
Not for Li Tianliang, but for Lu Lan.
The mountain wind stopped.
The jingling bells no longer fluctuated and became quiet. Tianliang's heart suddenly became very quiet, very quiet.
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Li Tianliang is cowardly and timid, and he is afraid of others. It is impossible for him to have such eyes and expressions.
Such a mature and well-versed expression would not appear so strangely on the face of a thirteen-year-old girl.
There is only one reason to explain that picture.
Six years ago, the person who got along with Jun Wuxun and gave birth to Jun Xiaobao was not Li Tianliang, but her, Lu Lan.
Why are you so sure? Because the arrangement of the desk, bed, vases and stools in this room is exactly the same as in Lu Lan's bedroom before.
How can there be so many coincidences in this world?
Not to mention the extremely arbitrary judgment, it is at least 80% likely to prove that she had already been here once during the dark and unconscious time when she was in a vegetative state.
Why does Li Tianliang have no memory of these two years?
She thought it might not be because someone had sealed his memory, but because Li Tianliang had never experienced those two years at all. It was because those two years were forcibly occupied by people from another time and space, and he spent those two years.
For two years, he did the hateful thing of burning down your family.
She couldn't remember what happened during this period.
But some feelings are becoming clearer and clearer.
The most important thing that cannot be ignored is...the feeling of incomparable familiarity that this bed, this room, and everything else gave her.
Tianliang was thinking about it and suddenly felt a little headache.
She bent down to pick up the painting, put it on the table, put it on the stone inkstone, and then walked out of the bedroom empty-handed without taking anything or saying anything.
"Mother...that crystal curtain has father's mysterious breath attached to it."
"Mother, in this Langxie Palace, not even Uncle Xuan, not even me, have ever been able to pass through this mysterious pressure and even take a step into this bedroom. Even if you get close to the crystal curtain, it will be bounced several feet away...
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"Mother, Baozi really didn't admit his mistake!"
Baozi was very happy and said happily: "Mother is the most special woman that daddy loves. Mother is also Baozi's unique mother!"
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