novelraw Chapter 626: (Fan Wai 2) Looking at old paintings while drunk in the light, beautiful
Chapter 626: (Fan Wai 2) Looking at old paintings while drunk in the light, beautiful
Chapter 626 (Fan Wai 2) Looking at old paintings while drunk in the light, the beauty is like a flower in a dream mirror.
Yan Changgui was not so sure, he did not want to let go of every detail, what he had overlooked.
Is there a painting missing?
This question has always entangled in his mind. He doesn't remember how he returned to the modern age, and dreams and reality are indistinguishable.
Yan Changgui put down the painting in his hand, got up and went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and took out a few cans of beer.
Now drinking has become a habit of him. Only when he is drunk and groggy can he let go of thinking about her a little bit.
Drinking some wine, he picked up the paintings and checked them carefully. Every painting was familiar and unfamiliar. After thousands of years, these paintings are still as new.
Thousands of years ago, what happened.
The next day.
Yan Chang went back to the library and found various books on the history of the Great Zhou Dynasty, flipping through them page by page.
In three days, he flipped through dozens of books on the history of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
The historical records did not say that Zhou Wude, the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, was cuckolded, and some irrelevant concubines were not even recorded in the historical records.
On the contrary, there are rumors in the wild history that the women in the entire harem gave the emperor a green cap, but he did not know it.
Yan Changgui closed the book, rubbed his forehead, then walked to the bookcase, and pulled out a book of wild history.
When he saw the word Huaxian, his eyes condensed slightly, and there was a sharp pain in his head.
Perhaps, because he returned to modern times and history is back on track, his memory is unstable and even slowly disappearing.
It is recorded in the book that the painting immortal entered the palace with a sword and took away the body of the imperial concubine.
Several pictures flashed in his head. He left the palace holding Yun Nishang, and then drove her back to Chongyang in a carriage.
The goose Changgui held his aching heart and continued to remember.
The real beauty picture was given to the people of the Yan family, and he rushed to the snow mountain with the corpse.
The corpse will decompose, and the tomb will not be built so quickly...
Yan Changgui's eyes were red. In his memory, he saw that he cremated Yun Nishang's body, and then filled the ashes.
"Sir, are you okay?" the library attendant asked.
Yan Changgui converged his tyrannical mood and said, "I'm fine."
After speaking, he stood up abruptly and walked out quickly.
In the afternoon, Yan Changgui rushed to the ancient tomb with a picture of a beautiful woman. Regardless of the bad weather, he was driven into the mountain by a plane. Stepping into the ancient tomb alone, the feeling this time is no longer strange, but familiar.
Because he supervised the workers here.
Entering the ancient tomb, Yan Changgui saw the unmoved coffin and walked over and stroked it lightly.
He raised his eyes and swept around, took out the paintings from his bag, and he hung them back one after another. Finally, he took out the beauty picture and hung it in the place where one of the paintings was missing.
"Rumble—" The sound of the stone moving sounded.
Yan Changhui turned around and watched the coffin begin to change. The mechanism moved inch by inch, and the last round stone protruded, revealing a round urn.
He walked over slowly, picked up the urn, and whispered: "Neon, I will take you home."
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Yan Changgui returned to Kyoto with the ashes, closed the gallery, and moved into the old house.
He found a simple piece of rice paper from the remains of painting immortals, and then shut himself in the room.
Drinking a little wine, he took out the prepared pen and ink and placed it on the table, then cut his finger and dripped blood into the ink.
One day and one night, he stayed in the room and drew a beautiful picture again.
(End of this chapter)