"Something has been here before." As soon as he reached the door, the official Zhao said as if he was facing an enemy.
"What is it?" Wang Xiaoya subconsciously asked a cat behind Zhao Li and looked at the hotel warily.
"It's something that deprives people of their origin, but what exactly it is is still under investigation." Zhao Li explained.
"Then Holly?"
"Go, go in." The official Zhao rushed to Xia Dongqing's room, and the official Zhao didn't have time to take care of the irrelevant people along the way.
"Holly, Holly." When he came to the door, Wang Xiaoya knocked on the door anxiously.
"Don't knock, it's useless to knock again, Holly's mind has been controlled by the painting."
"What I said, it's like a different person recently, so you go in and open the door for me." Wang Xiaoya commanded.
"Okay." Zhao Li subconsciously responded, and then reacted, "No, how do I get in? I don't have a room card."
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"Aren't you a ferryman! Can't go through walls?"
Official Zhao slapped himself and suddenly realized: "I really want to slap myself with a big mouth, why did I forget, do you want to be with me."
"Good." Wang Xiaoya readily agreed.
"Do it with me."
"Too high, old gentleman, anxious like a law."
"what!"
Wang Xiaoya slammed into the door, and the result was severe.
The official Zhao looked at Wang Xiaoya with a smile on his face, took out a piece of iron wire, and laughed: "Brain, you have to use this as a janitor."
However, the next scene was awkward.
ten minutes later
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Twenty minutes later
"Ferryman, can you do it?"
"I can't open it." The official Zhao said cheeky.
Wang Xiaoya walked to the door with a look of disgust: "Go away."
Then he took out a card from the wallet, swiped it against the crack of the door, and the door opened in response.
"Look, my palace, Wen Neng writes a thesis, Wu Neng knocks on the door."
"I'll go, you can!" Zhao Li said unexpectedly.
"Holly, Dongqing." As soon as he entered the door, Wang Xiaoya rushed to Xia Dongqing, who was sleeping and awake, and shouted.
Official Zhao looked around dignifiedly.
"What the hell is this!" Wang Xiaoya said, clutching her nose.
"Her taste." The official Zhao said, looking at the picture scroll flat beside the bed.
"she?"
"Smell of a woman."
"Holly, wake up, wake up, wake up." Wang Xiaoya shook Xia Dongqing.
"Don't bother, he is completely in another space now." Zhao Li said, "I know who the woman in the painting is."
"Who?"
"This is the famous night makeup picture of Concubine Yang." The official Zhao motioned his eyes to the picture scroll, "Yun wants to dress and look beautiful, and the spring breeze is blowing at Huanong. This is described by Li Bai. In the calyx meeting building, Yang Guifei led the female officials. Jumping neon clothes feather tune."
"Bai Juyi described in the Song of Everlasting Sorrow that An Lushan raised troops to conspire, and the emperor fleeed with his noble concubine. On the way, the Sixth Army did not help but blamed the noble concubine for harming the country and was punishable. Looking back, the enchanting concubine Yang was given to death by the emperor in Mawei. Downhill."
"It's too unfair. Why do women take responsibility for this crime?" Wang Xiaoya said angrily.
"Because women are weak, since ancient times."
"What is the smell in this room?"
The official Zhao pointed to the picture scroll, "It's her, this kind of smell is ecstasy for us men, but for you women, you can't feel anything."
"This painting should have been painted by a Japanese. The house was in Tang Dynasty and the mountain was Mount Fuji. Looking at the flowers in the foreground, the painting is cherry blossoms. In ancient China, cherry blossoms were not valued. So there is a legend that Concubine Yang did not. Die and land in Yamaguchi Prefecture, Japan."
"You have said so much, what do you mean?" Wang Xiaoya asked puzzledly.
"I personally think that Concubine Yang is dead. In Dongying at the time, a peerless beauty like Concubine Yang must be a figure of the goddess level. In pre-Tang history, there must be someone who is proficient in alchemy. The corpse was brought to Japan, exhausted of flesh and blood, ground into powder, added with paint, and painted into this picture, so the smell you just smelled was the smell of a woman's bones."
"It's disgusting." Wang Xiaoya suddenly looked disgusted, covering her mouth and turning her face to the other side.
"Since then, Yang Yuhuan has lived in this painting. The painting is her. She is the painting. Later, Xuanzong occasionally met Yang Yuhuan in the painting. That's why there was the Longevity Palace on July 7th, midnight. When no one was whispering, a large number of envoys from the Tang Dynasty were sent back to China. I think someone stole this painting from Xuanzong's side. Since then, Japan has locked the country and Xuanzong and Yang Yuhuan have never seen each other."
"On the other side of the sea, the emperor will eventually die, but the love between Yang Yuhuan and her will be imprisoned in this painting forever. This painting is now a monster."
"The woman in that painting is really Concubine Yang?" Amber asked as she walked on the road.
"You have lived for so many years, haven't you seen the four beauties?"
"I've been asleep for a long time." Amber glanced at Ye Yi coldly.
"Of course it’s not Yang Yuhuan. If it’s really Yang Yuhuan, think about it, the four beauties, what kind of characters are they, and how many beauties have been born in the five thousand years of Chinese civilization, only the four of them are called the four. Beauty, how beautiful is that? If there are fairies in the sky, I am afraid they will not be better than them, even I can't imagine." Ye Yi exaggerated and said, "If she was really Yang Yuhuan, I would have treated that The sub painting is taken away."
"Then she is?"
"The monster born out of countless people's beautiful longings for Yang Yuhuan, I think her first obsession must have been given by Xuanzong." Ye Yi explained.
"So does Xuanzong love Yang Yuhuan? Why do you spoil her if you don't love her, and why watch her die when you love her?" Jade asked with a bitter face.
"Don't think about this problem. Human feelings are very complicated."
…
"Holly's spirit will be sucked out by this painting little by little, and he can maintain his basic needs at the beginning, but he will always indulge in this world and never get out, and his body will die."
"Official Zhao, what should we do now?" Wang Xiaoya asked worriedly while looking at the fucking Xia Dongqing.
"The only way now is to wake him up in the painting," said Zhao Li, and then lay down beside Xia Dongqing. "After a while, you will burn this painting after I fall asleep."
"Then how do I know you are asleep?"
"After a while, you scold me first. If I don't respond, you will slap me with a big mouth. If I don't respond yet, I'm in the painting." Zhao Li said, and then closed his eyes.
"Sabi, Zhao Li Shabi." Wang Xiaoya cursed twice, and then slapped Zhao Li directly and violently.
Official Zhao opened his eyes and stared at Wang Xiaoya: "You Shabi! Do I look like I'm asleep?"
"Uh, sorry!"
The official Zhao gave Wang Xiaoya a blank look, then closed his eyes again.