Before he knew it, Xuanyuan Chong stood up.

He wanted to know what Han Yu was painting, and he didn't paint at any scene, that is to say, he was only painting something in his mind.

So, what made him feel so painful?

Xuanyuan raised his steps and walked slowly over with his hands behind his back.

Han Yu also stopped the movement in his hand at the same time, stood in front of the desk, staring at the finished painting in a daze, and for a moment, he placed the pen aside.

He looked up and looked at his father.

Xuanyuan's attention was frozen on the painting, and his face gradually changed.

Han Yu walked out of the desk, lifted his robe, and slowly knelt down on the ground, lowered his eyes to the ground, his voice silent and low, "The answers to all questions... are in this painting, please check it out."

Xuanyuan Chong did not speak, walked slowly over and walked to the position where Han Yu had just painted, staring at the scene that was vividly presented on the paper without any moment.

A living hell on earth.

White paper and black ink outline a tragedy of the fall of the palace, bloody and cruel, those familiar faces, familiar palaces, familiar army, corpses everywhere under the swords, axes and swords...

The man in a white battle robe immediately had a tall head and a white battle robe, and the gentle eyes were incompatible with the bloody scene in front of him. His whole body was as clean as if it was not stained with dust. However, such a gentle expression in the bloody look made people feel noble but cruel.

Xuanyuan Chong stared at the painting for a long time, and Han Yu knelt on the ground for a long time, without saying anything, as if his soul had left his body.

The bones of the muscles and bones are cold, and the deep and thirsty chill slowly soak into the limbs and bones, soaking into the meridians and lungs, as if the soul is about to freeze, and even the blood must stop flowing.

It's cold, there's no other feeling except cold...

"What's this?"

After a long and dead silence, Xuanyuan Chong finally spoke slowly, his voice so cold that he could no longer hear any emotion.

Han Yu came back to his senses when he heard the sound. The blood had already faded from his face, and his voice was so low that it was almost unheard. "Just like... what the father saw, this was the disaster that the Southern royal family had once been."

"This is also the reason why... is not as good as before between Your Highness and His Son."

"The same is true. The reason why I will make this... this ghost now..."

"The son is a sinner."

"Father... don't ask anything anymore, Ren Erchen... let's die for himself..."

Xuanyuan raised his hand and slowly picked up the painting on the desk. Many questions flashed through his mind during this period, and at this time, there seemed to be some explanation.

——Qinger has always had a good relationship with Han Yu, but it seems that he suddenly became unfamiliar?

After returning that day, Jiu Qing, wearing a phoenix suit at the dinner party, looked like the flying phoenix goddess above the nine heavens. Her nobleness made people dare not look at her, and she had a drastic change from Qing'er, who was innocent and romantic in the past.

——From tomorrow, the sons will start to deal with government affairs, and I hope the father will give me more advice.

——Qinger, has someone bullied you during the period of your departure?

——Who in this world can bully the minister? The minister is just...it's time to take on his own responsibilities.

If there is no sufficient reason to convince people, there will be some doubts in the deep heart. Now, has he understood what his daughter’s change originated from?
Chapter completed!