The reborn mysterious emperor’s favorite

Yun Mengxue stood up and looked at the environment of the side hall.

Low-key and simple, everything reflects the elegant style of the owner.

Suddenly, a painting caught her attention.

Yun Mengxue opened her eyes wide and stared at the painting in front of her. Her eyes were filled with disbelief. Yes, this painting was a masterpiece by her senior brother.

The painting depicts two high-spirited young men of similar age playing chess in a pavilion, one holding a white piece and the other a black piece. The pavilion is located next to a cliff, with a pleasant view of mountains and flowing water.

There is a peach grove not far from the pavilion, which is so beautiful.

As Yun Mengxue watched, her thoughts gradually drifted away and she fell into memories!

On a sunny morning, a nine-year-old girl was refining elixirs in the yard.

There were beads of sweat on her beautiful face, and she concentrated on controlling the spiritual fire, and finally succeeded in refining a fourth-level low-grade elixir.

She looked at the round pill in her hand and excitedly ran to a room and knocked on the door hard.

"Senior brother, senior brother, open the door, I have successfully refined a fourth-level low-grade elixir!"

"Open the door! You promised me that if I refine a fourth-level low-grade elixir today, you would take me down the mountain to play!"

"You can't keep your words!"

"Right away, right now, wait a minute, I'll finish the painting right away and I'll be here!" The young man's anxious voice came from the room.

"Okay! I'll just wait for you." The girl pouted and walked back and forth at the door.

Just when she was waiting impatiently, the door finally opened.

A handsome man wearing white clothes appeared in front of the little girl.

He picked up the elixir in the little girl's hand, looked at it carefully, then gently stroked the girl's hair with his gentle palm, and said dotingly: "Yes, it is a fourth-level low-grade, my Xue'er Awesome!”

The girl who was praised by her senior brother was spinning around in circles excitedly.

A pair of big, smart eyes suddenly glanced at the painting that had just been hung on the wall in the room, and looked at it curiously.

The little girl took the man's hand and walked to the painting, pointed to the painting on the wall and said, "Brother, why is there no Xueer in this painting?"

Look carefully at every painting in the room. In every painting there is a woman with her hair tied with a red ribbon.

Women are either refining elixirs, collecting herbs, sleeping, eating, or practicing.

The red ribbon tied in her hair was the first birthday gift given to her by her senior brother on her sixth birthday. She liked it very much and would definitely wear this ribbon no matter what hairstyle she changed.

"This painting is a gift from my senior brother to a friend. It's not easy to include you in it." The young man said with a smile.

"No, I don't want it. As long as it is a senior brother's painting, I must be there." The little girl refused, her big eyes filled with tears.

"Hey! Don't cry! I'll add you in right away!" When the boy saw that the little girl was about to cry, he was so anxious that he immediately took down the painting he had just hung and picked up his brush to meditate.

"I'll draw Xue'er into a piece of snow, okay?" the boy coaxed the little girl.

The little girl pointed at the young man in white clothes on the painting and said: "Then you draw a piece of snow on his head." The little girl knew at a glance that the young man in white clothes was her senior brother. She didn't know who the other one was because she had never seen it. .

"Okay, okay, whatever our Xue'er says is whatever it is." The young man said dotingly.

In this way, it is obviously a perfect painting, but because she forced a piece of snow on it, the whole painting is very funny.

She became a disciple at the age of six and was a close disciple of her master Tianshan Laoren.

There is only one senior brother, who is six years older than her. The master often travels abroad, and the senior brother has always taken care of her.

Yun Mengxue's heart throbbed and she felt her breathing became short.

She really missed his senior brother and master, and didn't know how they were doing?