Su Tangyu looked at Su Luo distressedly: "If it weren't for your mother, there would be no Pei Yang and Su family these years."
"If it weren't for your mother, Su Muyang wouldn't be born at all."
"If it weren't for your mother, I would have died long ago."
Su Tangyu smiled bitterly: "In those days your mother saved so many people. Originally... we should have guarded you to grow up, but we made you suffer so much... child, we are sorry for you, you... "
Su Luo didn't expect Su Tangyu to say this, and said hurriedly: "Even if my mother really saved you, I believe she didn't expect anything in return when she saved people. You have done enough over the years, and you don't need to feel guilty."
"No, if we do enough, we won't be Emperor Xuanyuan in our position now, and you won't be living in the world and suffer so much."
Su Tangyu is a sentimental person, and as he talks, the eyes of this star-level powerhouse turn red again.
Su Luo: "..."
She had to comfort the lovely uncle again.
Seeing that the more comforted he was, the more tears Su Tangyu shed, Su Luo felt helpless.
She looked at Su Muyang with a cry for help, please help me!
Su Muyang seemed to know his affectionate and affectionate father very well, so he had no choice but to spread his hands to Su Luo, saying that he could do nothing.
Su Luo was helpless and could only change the subject: "By the way, that painting..."
"Ah, painting?" Su Tangyu reacted instantly.
Before this Second Master Su also hid the painting, but now, without waiting for Su Luo to mention it, he has already automatically held the painting in his hands.
Su Tangyu: "Young Master, look, you can look at this painting."
Su Luo's head was full of black lines: "You don't need to call me Young Master, do you?"
Su Tangyu stared: "Why don't you need it?! It's what you need! You must let me call the young master, or I will kneel down for you!"
Su Luo: "Okay, okay, shout whatever you like, but just be careful in front of people."
Su Tangyu was instantly happy like a squeaky mouse.
Su Muyang on the side held his forehead.
He was helpless, but there was nothing he could do.
Since he was a child, his father brainwashed him with the portrait of the goddess Yanhua, telling him that she was a goddess, and then said that when he finds the little master, the little master is his master...
Brainwashed from childhood to adulthood, Su Muyang easily accepted that Su Luo was his young master.
Su Luo carefully stared at the picture of the blue cloud and ink bow.
But no matter how she looked, she couldn't see any clues in the painting...
Seeing Su Luo's half-squinted eyes, Su Tangyu couldn't help but be curious: "Young Master, what are you looking for?"
Su Luo didn't hide it from him, she said directly: "I'm looking for the Biyun Ink Bow, one of the Twelve Great Artifacts. This painting is indeed the Biyun Ink Bow, but I haven't found any clues."
Su Tangyu looked at Su Luo with strange eyes: "This is a copy."
Su Luo: "Huh?!"
Su Tangyu nodded seriously: "I copied it myself, I already like it, so I just put it up."
It took a long time to be...
Su Luo looked at Su Tangyu with speechless eyes: "Where is the real Blue Cloud Ink Bow?"
Su Tangyu: "This is complicated."
Su Luo: "What kind of complicated method?"
Su Tangyu: "First of all, this painting was owned by your mother back then."
Su Luo nodded and listened carefully to Su Tangyu's story of the past.
"When I copied this painting, the original painting was still in your mother's hands, and then something went wrong in your family." Su Tangyu, "Because of the chaos at that time, many things were left to the people, and this painting is very interesting. Probably the same, if…”