Apart from these items, the most conspicuous thing in the storage bag is a thick brocade animal skin roll.
In the Dali Kingdom, the most important documents were recorded on tanned animal skins. In order to decorate the animal skins, nobles often liked to mix the animal skins with brocade silk, and then write them with precious talisman ink to decorate them. The books are not only beautiful, but also timeless. Even if they are passed down for thousands of years, they will not fade.
This kind of book is too expensive. Even the Imperial Palace of Dali Kingdom only has a few collections.
Qin Molin suddenly left a book behind. What was it
Kung Fu? Psychic skills? Or some kind of classic
Feng Xingying opened it curiously.
After just one moment, Feng Xingying could no longer look away.
What comes into view is an ancient style painting with thick ink and light colors.
On the screen, a girl in ragged clothes and a half-naked man are facing each other across the water. She is on the shore and he is in the water.
In the next scene, they are entangled underwater.
Next scene, a bonfire in front of the temple.
Next scene…
Scene after scene, the scene is obviously unfamiliar, but it is already familiar to the mind.
The person in the painting seemed to have come to life, and in front of Feng Xingying, the scene unfolded in a lifelike and unforgettable way.
Feng Xingying's eyes became moist at some point.
It turns out that she is not the only one who is deeply lovesick.
Feng Xingying did not expect that Qin Molin was not only good-looking and highly cultivated, but also had such superb painting skills. If such a character lived in modern times, he could become a rich man by selling paintings.
As the scenes unfolded, Feng Xingying unknowingly turned the page to sunset and moonrise.
The bright moonlight shone on her body, cool but not cold.
Feng Xingying sat under the moonlight all night.
Even in spite of her master's scolding, she remained willful all night long.
This night belongs only to her, used to think about and sort out her state of mind.
This night, take out this jar of dusty wine and take a sip.
Then, the altar was resealed and dusted again.
…
Early the next morning, Feng Xingying was ready to set off.
Target—Peach Blossom Residence.
She didn't believe her second uncle Feng Tianhao about her parents. Feng Tianhao? She might as well have believed that sows can climb trees.
But Taohuaju was a clue, and she couldn't help but want to find out. Regardless of whether Mrs. Guo had forced her parents to death, at least they had known each other.
Feng Xingying picked up the elixir in his hand - Ningxiang Pill.
As Zui Hongchen's biggest buyer, Mrs. Guo's people had already extended an invitation to Feng Xingying.
It's not a bad idea to use the excuse of delivering medicine today to visit.
"Sister." Nangong Zhuo was very excited after receiving Feng Xingying's invitation. He prepared a sedan and waited outside her courtyard early.
Nangong Zhuo also entered the Royal Academy, but before enrolling, this little guy seemed to have received some inheritance from his predecessors, and he actually broke through to become a spiritual master in one breath.
Nangong Zhuo was at the critical moment of his breakthrough, which caused him to miss the excitement of entering school, not seeing his sister Xingying killing everyone, and also losing the opportunity to experience in the Devil's Forest.
This time Feng Xingying took the initiative to invite him, but Nangong Zhuo still looked excited.
In this world, his parents had already left long ago, leaving only the honor and burden of King Ping to him.
Only Feng Xingying, who shared his fate, could make him relax for a moment and feel like a family member.
"Sister, do you really want to go to Peach Blossom Residence to enjoy the flowers? Or go to my Prince Pingping's palace? Or go to the back garden of the palace? The peach blossoms are also blooming well there.
Although Guo Nian has invited us, Mrs. Guo's temper is a bit weird, I'm afraid... "