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Chapter 545 The Demon Concubine of Disaster 5[Liu Xuan rewards and updates! ]

Classically decorated room.

The man lying on the sofa opened his eyes suddenly, he sat up and gasped, holding the clothes at his heart tightly with his hands.

There was a tinge of fear of loss in the rapid breathing.

I don't know how long it took, he finally calmed down, raised his hand and touched the corner of his eye, and touched a touch of cold crystal.

"Fuck!" he whispered.

Recently, for some unknown reason, he always had a dream repeatedly.

In the dream, he traveled through a thousand years and returned to ancient times, and he became a young boy in ancient costumes.

Whenever he wakes up, all he has left in his mind is the bloody, heartache, burning imperial city, people fleeing for their lives, and he desperately runs in one direction.

Who is he going to find?

The memory became blurred, he couldn't remember it, he just felt very sad and sad.

After being calm for a while, he took out his mobile phone and glanced at the time. It was after three o'clock in the middle of the night, when people were sleeping soundly.

The uncomfortable feeling in his heart has not disappeared, he picked up the cigarette case from the glass coffee table, opened it, took out a cigarette from it, and lit it with a lighter.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he took his mobile phone and walked towards the balcony.

Standing on the balcony looking at the ruins of the ancient city in the distance, he fell into deep thought, could it be related to that painting?

The Yan family is a big family that has been handed down thousands of years ago. They make a living by painting for generations. Every descendant of the Yan family can paint a good old painting. family.

Even in the famous Zhou Dynasty, the Yan family produced a master painter, who became a high-ranking official in the dynasty, and the world called him a 'painting fairy'.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, it was difficult to obtain a painting of a fairy, even if it was a prince or aristocrat asking for a painting, he would only paint a painting if he wanted to.

Huaxian was unrestrained and unrestrained, and liked to make friends, but he never married a wife in his life, and died when the Great Zhou was destroyed.

The strange thing is that the Yan family removed him from his name, and later generations only know that he ranks seventh in the family, and he is called 'Seven Master' or 'Yan Qi' besides the painting fairy.

The painting fairy can paint magnificent mountains and rivers with only one pen. The mountains, rivers, flowers and animals seem to be alive under his brush, so his paintings are hard to find.

He is best known for a painting he painted for the imperial concubine of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

In ancient times, it was rumored that the imperial concubine of the Great Zhou Dynasty was born beautiful, with a frown and a smile that made all women feel ashamed, and all men were obsessed with it.

Because this woman was destroyed by the Great Zhou Dynasty, she was a real calamity. The emperor Seling Zhihui built a luxurious palace for her, and in order to preserve her beauty, she begged the painting fairy to paint a picture for her.

The painting fairy, who has always ignored princes and nobles and rarely painted portraits, actually agreed to the emperor's request.

So, a beautiful picture was born.

Handed down to this day, the beauty picture has become a treasure of priceless value.

Today, the painting hangs in the museum.

A cigarette was quickly finished, and the man stared deeply at the ancient city ruins in the distance under the night sky.

Maybe he should go check it out.

the next day.

Yan Changgui drove to the ancient city museum, entered the museum, and walked directly to the place where the pictures of the beauties were placed.

In this era, the descendants of the Yan family have blood ties all over the place, and he is not familiar with other Yan family members who have been passed down through three generations.

The beauty picture was hung on the wall, and Yan Changgui stood at the warning line more than one meter away, staring at the painting with complicated eyes.

(End of this chapter)