The whole house became extremely quiet and dead.
Only the candle burning in the corner of the room occasionally crackled.
Luo Yu was surprised to find that Ye Chengfeng leaned against the window frame, twisted the leaves and fell asleep.
He sleeps like an insecure child.
Hold your knees with your hands.
He still held the leaf tightly in his hands.
The night wind from outside the house blew in, blowing his thin clothes and long hair loosely loose.
He looked extremely weak and lonely.
Luo Yu moved his numb hands and feet.
Couldn't help throwing a stone not far from the house.
The person sleeping inside didn't respond.
Are you really asleep
Then if I went to kill him now, wouldn't it be easy to succeed
But what if this pervert is pretending to sleep
In the end, the idea of "if you don't enter the tiger's den, you can't get a tiger's cub" prevailed.
Luo Yu silently jumped down from the eaves of the corridor, and dodged into the house.
The candles in the house had already burned out.
At this time, the night was dark, and the whole room became dark.
But Luoyu is a golden fairy after all.
Even with just a little bit of starlight outside the window, he could clearly see every table and chair in the room.
He cautiously approached Ye Chengfeng.
The wind outside the window suddenly became stronger, and the leaves and vines outside made a rustling sound.
A few leaves were even blown in directly and fell on Ye Chengfeng.
Luo Yuhun was almost scared, and quickly dodged to the side.
However, the wind blew for a while.
Ye Chengfeng, who was leaning against the window, never showed signs of waking up.
Only then did Luo Yu heave a long sigh of relief.
However, the moment of shock just now made him put away the idea of killing Ye Chengfeng directly.
The most important thing now is to rescue the elder brother.
What if he did not kill Ye Chengfeng, but alarmed Ye Atian and the others, wouldn't the gain outweigh the loss.
Looking at Ye Chengfeng who fell asleep in the cold wind.
Luo Yu couldn't help stretching out his hand to wipe his neck, silently making a "click" in his mouth.
Then he bared his teeth, turned around and walked quietly into the inner room.
Not long after Luo Yu left, Ye Chengfeng slowly opened his eyes.
Looking at the leaves falling on his body, the corners of his lips slightly curled up.
For the first time, a little bit of starlight lit up in those two-way gloomy eyes that looked like an abyss.
…
As soon as Luo Yu approached the back room, he realized that it was actually a study.
No, it is not so much a study as it is a studio.
Except for the door leading to the outer room, the whole room is completely closed, not even a single window.
But there is a yellow rosewood table in the center of the room.
There is nothing on the table, only a huge illuminating spar, which reflects the whole room clearly.
Rao Luoyu was so anxious to find Yun Ruohan's whereabouts at this time, but he couldn't help being attracted by the content of the painting.
Count from the wall to the left of the door for the first painting.
Turning counterclockwise, there are sixteen paintings in total hanging in the room.
These sixteen paintings actually tell a coherent story.
As the paintings came into view, I gradually understood the meaning of the paintings.
Luo Yu's heart is unknowingly affected by the story in the painting.
By the time I saw the last painting, there was even an indescribable sadness and concern in my heart.
Who are the two protagonists in this painting
Are they still alive today
"Your Highness, would you like to hear me tell you a story?"
While he was feeling lost, a familiar soft voice suddenly came from his ear.