The blackened marquis insists that the husband should be more valuable than the son!

Xie Lang glanced at him.

Wu Ye quickly shut up and lowered his head, pretending that he was mute.

Seeing him acting like this, Xie Lang's mouth twitched slightly, he waved his hand out of sight and out of mind, and said in a cold voice: "If you have this free time, why not go and compile the secret passage income into a book as soon as possible, and then go to the Yaolu to have a look. "

Frankly, frankly, is it so easy to confess?

Wu Ye curled his lips secretly and immediately resigned.

He knew that the Marquis did not dare to say anything, and his wife had already found out about it. He was still worried about himself there. Who would have thought that this hesitant master would be the Marquis of Dingyuan who was so resolute in the court.

Gee, Master Hou’s love journey is too bumpy.

Wu Ye muttered silently in his heart, turned around and glanced at the Marquis in the room, and quickly slipped away.

At the same time, Xie Lang in the room rubbed his forehead with a headache. The discovery of the portrait caught him off guard. How to explain it to Mingyue, and he didn't know what to do.

Even if he told the truth, he was heartbroken for her when they met in the opera garden that day, and he was planning to marry her at that time.

It's just that the accident came too suddenly, and no matter how hard he tried to deal with it, she still suffered so much irreparable damage in the end, and even betrayed her sincerity and even cost her her life.

So, what does confession change?

Others may have forgotten, but Xie Lang remembered clearly that that day she went to the Liyuan not just to admire the flowers, but to meet Jiang Hua.

Even the smiling face painted back in the painting was not for him, but for Jiang Hua.

But now, there is still a past life between him and Mingyue, and those regrets and debts are difficult to make up for. Once they confess their identities to each other, will he put her in an embarrassing position again if he says these words?

Xie Lang's original plan was to wait until Suzhou before informing him slowly.

Otherwise, with her current desire to leave the capital far away, she might immediately pack up her belongings and run away as soon as she finds out.

Xie Lang's eyes dimmed, but he couldn't help but sigh silently.

For a moment, he shook his head dumbfounded. It was not that he was belittling himself, but that she seemed to be serious about talking to him now. Not to mention having a frank conversation with him, she would rather talk to the cat than to him.

...However, since the portrait has been discovered, Xu Tuzhi must not be able to do so.

Xie Lang's black eyes slowly darkened.

Before that, he had to take care of things to go to Suzhou.

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Even before breaking into the study, Xue Mingyue guessed that Xie Lang would soon know about this.

But she still did it.

Firstly, she wanted to verify whether the existence of that painting was true, and secondly... she wanted to use this matter to determine whether her dream was credible. It turns out that dreams and reality are similar to a certain extent.

This was not the nightmare she had when she was first reborn, but more like her previous life.

What she saw in the dream should be what happened after her death.

Although Xue Mingyue didn't want to admit it, what she saw in her dream was indeed what it was supposed to be. After Xie Jinglan arrived in Suzhou, he really took the Dingyuan Army into his hands again, and led the army into the capital, becoming the regent.

Oh, that's not entirely true, because he already has the idea of ​​becoming an emperor.

Xue Mingyue lay lazily on the rocking chair, squinting her eyes slightly in the fragmented sunlight, dangling on her toes. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but laugh, a short laugh.

If this development continues, she can still get a queen.

Xue Mingyue hummed a tune casually in his mouth, and tapped his fingers on the armrest of the rocking chair. If he really goes on like this in his previous life, then when did the Xie Jinglan in front of him become 'Xie Jinglan'?

So is he now the regent or the emperor?

Xue Mingyue actually couldn't understand it and couldn't make a correct judgment.

Unless she asked Xie Lang face to face, it would be difficult to get an answer to this question. Although she didn't know why she would dream about her past life, it was not a bad thing for her. At least she was prepared for Xie Lang's origins.

Now is not the time for a showdown.

As for that painting…

Xue Mingyue paused for a moment, turned her head and buried her face in the soft blanket.

Forget it, she didn't want to delve into what was hidden here. Anyway, the matter was over, and she and the current Xie Jinglan, who did not know his identity, could not confess.

As she thought about it, she couldn't help but yawn, and fell into a deep sleep in the warm sunshine.

Liuyun walked forward lightly and tucked the blanket for her.

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The dusk is vast.

When Xue Mingyue opened her eyes again, the surroundings had cooled down. She yawned slowly, slowly pulled the blanket up again, and buried half of her face in it.

"Miss, you finally wake up!"

Liu Xing's slightly cheerful voice came from behind, and he said easily: "The sour radish and duck soup you want to drink has just been stewed in the kitchen. Chef Li said that the weather is cold, and he also stewed a hot drink for you. "

She squatted next to the rocking chair and gently pushed the lazy person with her hand.

Xue Mingyue groaned and blinked lazily: "When did Chef Li come back?" Isn't he still at Zhuangzi?

"While you're sleeping soundly in the afternoon."

"Miss, please get up quickly. Not long ago, the Marquis just ordered someone to deliver a lot of well-packed pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and also sent you a letter. However, I saw that you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't come to disturb you." Liu Xing stuck out her tongue playfully.

"Paper, ink and pen?"

The previous incident of breaking into the study came back to mind.

Xue Mingyue paused slightly, her face changed slightly, she immediately straightened up and sat down, frowning and asked: "You mean the Marquis gave me pen, ink, paper and inkstone?"

Knowing that she had discovered the painting, he did something provocative?

Liu Xing nodded: "Besides, Liu Yun and I have looked carefully. The rice paper sent by the Marquis is still the best Mo Xintang paper in Beijing. There are also six sets of Hu pen, Hui ink and Duan inkstone."

"..."

Xue Mingyue's mouth twitched slightly.

High-quality rice paper like Moxintang paper is mostly used for painting because of its fine and smooth texture.

It seemed that Xie Lang was not at all flustered by the exposure of the portrait. Instead, he had the time to give her painting tools. It was obvious that he had such narrow-minded thoughts, and Xue Mingyue gritted his teeth angrily.

She is good at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she is only bad at painting.

Perhaps because of this, she prefers painting. The more she fails at painting, the more she wants to paint. But over the years, I haven’t had any enlightenment on the art of painting, so I can only say that I am doing well.

This is something that everyone in Beijing can find out about.

Xue Mingyue didn't believe that Xie Lang didn't know. Was he saying that she couldn't hone her painting skills? She snorted coldly, turned around and asked Liu Xing to bring the letter, opened it, and what she saw was:

[The bright moon suddenly looked back at the pear garden, a startled glance, and I promised it. I wonder if I will be lucky enough to get a picture scroll? 】