Pluck the snow to find flowers, burn lanterns to continue the day. Attached chapter
A light breeze swept in from an unknown place. The scrawny old man shook his head. His gray hair was dirty and messy. It was obvious that he had not washed himself for a long time.
The wind stopped.
"In the past few decades, everyone in the Zhao family seems to have completely forgotten you without knowing it, and no one has ever brought you food." Ji Yuenian appeared silently under the yin energy of heaven and earth.
He walked to the old man's side, lowered his head and looked into his cloudy eyes quietly, "I just went to Fuliu City to inquire. Everyone in the Zhao family said that you are dead. This matter is really weird."
The skinny old man seemed to be really stupid, making a hoarse sound of "ho ho" in his mouth, looking at Ji Yuenian with his dull gray eyes.
Zhao Xingyan was once a genius who ignited the inner fire of the fifth rank. He was so dazzling in the ancient city of Taichu that he was even regarded as the future of the Zhao family for a while.
But for the girl who was lost in nightmares in the middle of the night, Zhao Xingyan did not hesitate to wait outside her door day and night, absorbing too many nightmares transformed by the Yin Qi of heaven and earth with his fifth-grade heart fire, and finally formed a dazzling girl.
The genius was reduced to a useless person, and his soul was soaked in Yin energy for a long time, which even showed signs of stupidity in his mind.
The girl knew that every night she slept soundly, there was a man outside the door, enduring the pain of nightmares for her.
"Patriarch Zhao."
In the small courtyard that had been abandoned for a long time, Ji Yuenian looked down at the old man's dark gray eyes and spoke softly.
"Ho ho..."
Zhao Xingyan slowly turned over on the dilapidated wooden couch, still not uttering a complete sentence.
"If you have not eaten or drank for decades, if you were an ordinary mortal, your flesh and blood would have rotted away for such a long time." Ji Yuenian sat down on the wooden couch and looked at the old man intently.
With skinny hands like chicken feet, "What exactly is the wood carving in Zhao Yinyue's memory?"
"Ho ho!"
Zhao Xingyan suddenly became excited, waving his left hand like dry firewood, and firmly grasped Ji Yuenian's Mo Yuan cloud-patterned gold thread robe.
"Do you know this person?"
Ji Yuenian thought about it for a moment, gently flicked his sleeves, and a scroll slowly condensed on the side of the wooden couch.
The person painted on the scroll is a girl in snow-clad clothes with cold eyes. Her pure and beautiful appearance is enough to make the flowers close up and the geese sink into the sea, but her expression seems to always be shrouded in some unspeakable sadness and compassion.
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The person in the painting is Zhao Yinyue, who is on the verge of depression, not the extremely proud Princess Ao Li.
"Ho! Ho!"
Zhao Xingyan grabbed the scroll from Ji Yuenian's hand and touched the eyebrows of the person in the painting with trembling hands. Tears slowly flowed from his gray eyes.
For Zhao Xingyan, this is his daughter.
For her, aptitude, practice, family, sanity... Zhao Xingyan gave up everything he could, just so that the person in the painting could live a good life.
Tick.
Tick.
Tears kept falling on the scroll. Zhao Xingyan lowered his head and hugged the scroll, sobbing bitterly.
Perhaps he also knew that the person in the painting was no longer there.
The painting was gradually stained with tears, and the girl's eyebrows and eyes gradually blurred. After a few breaths, her figure finally disappeared completely, turning into a line of Yin energy from heaven and earth that slowly dissipated.
This picture scroll was condensed by Ji Yuenian according to Zhao Yinyue in the memory of the true spirit, and it is false.
But to Ji Yuenian, Zhao Yinyue, who had only existed for sixteen years, seemed more real, while the noble and unattainable Princess Ao Li seemed to be just an ancient and distant legend.