In the Zichen Hall, there is a plain brocade painting on the wall. A woman is wearing a red cloak and her face is stunning.
She was holding a big red umbrella, standing in the snow, the bells on her ankles were clear with gold and silver, and she looked at the boy kneeling on the ground with clear eyes.
"Were you like this at that time?" A cool voice came from behind, and Luo Qingchen looked back at Zhao Anyang, who was slowly walking towards her.
She chuckled, looked at him in a panic and asked, "The Emperor's memory is pretty good. After all these years, he can still remember clearly..."
"This is what I painted back then." His deep eyes rippled like water waves and he looked at her quietly.
Luo Qingchen was stunned, with a look of disbelief in his eyes, fixed on the date in the lower right corner.
—The fifth year of Zhao Yin’s reign.
She pursed her lips and said, "Back then?"
He was blind back then! ? How could a blind man draw her appearance so accurately
"Is it weird?" Zhao Anyang said coldly across her cheek: "I asked many people and got beaten several times..."
She stood there blankly, feeling her nose sore and tears almost falling.
The boy who was bullied in Liyue Academy thanks to her, the boy who was blind and bullied by her but still painted her one stroke at a time.
She once thought that he only had full hatred for him, hating her for murdering his mother; hating her for using her power to constantly hurt him; hating her for forcing him to marry her with Tianshan Snow Lotus and the Luo Family Order.
"I always thought you never had love..."
"I have never envied anyone since I was a child, but when I met you again at Liyue Academy, everyone around you admired you and liked you. But I couldn't even see what you looked like. I envy you. They can at least see what you look like." Zhao Anyang leaned on the chair in Zichen Hall and closed his eyes, interrupting Luo Qingchen's words, as if he was recalling the past.
There was a slightly sad look between his brows and eyes, but the corners of his mouth were raised.
Some people's love is public, such as Luo Qingchen; some people's love is silent, such as Zhao Anyang.
Luo Qingchen walked to him and was about to sit down.
Zhao Anyang put his big hands around her waist, held her firmly in his arms, and whispered softly in her ear: "Qing'er, King Luo's matter..."
Luo Qingchen was slightly startled, and her face was a little pale.
She knew what he wanted to say. The original owner's father's sudden death was definitely not an accident as the imperial doctor said, but the original owner thought it was Yan Wuse's fault, but there was no evidence.
Yan Wuse's country is dead, how can he have the ability to murder King Luo
As everyone knows, Yan Wuse's older brother Yan Zhen escaped one day earlier and is still alive in the world.
He trained a group of mysterious killers, and they killed King Luo without anyone noticing.
Zhao Anyang's heart ached when he saw her face holding back the heartache. The King of Luo was kind to him back then. If it weren't for the Luo family, he wouldn't have been able to wipe out all the cities on the eastern continent, poison his father to death, gouge out his brother's eyes, and avenge his mother.
"I don't blame you anymore." Luo Qingchen shook her head, looking at his face that was hesitant to speak, she suddenly felt distressed.
She loves him more than all hatred...
The world is in turmoil, and it has passed. Death is inherent in life. King Luo spent half his life in the army and died in a peaceful and prosperous age. He fulfilled all his lifelong wishes and it was considered a well-deserved death.
Looking at her with a slight smile, her eyes were as clear as water. Pursing her lips, the pear blossom hairpin on her head swayed slightly, she shook her head and told him softly that she didn't blame him...
Why are you so moved? I want to hold her in my arms for the rest of my life!
Zhao Anyang stretched out his broad right hand and touched her face. His eyes dimmed and he lowered his head to steady her pink lips.
He will definitely give an explanation for King Luo's death. (To be continued)