Ye Xue wanted to send Nangong Xiaoyao away, but suddenly an idea flashed in her mind, and she lowered her head pretending to be sad, "The princess asked the maid to ask me to move there... But... Wu Ling Yuan is where my mother makes a living.
Going to the place of death...I don’t want to go back..."
Ye Xue looked like she was afraid of being offended, which made Nangong Xiaoyao feel distressed and even more guilty.
Because of all the torture Ye Xue suffered, he felt ashamed of Feng Wuling. Now Ye Xue thought the princess asked her to move to Wuling House...
Nangong Xiaoyao remembered that after he healed Nangong Wuming's injuries, he turned around and went to Wulingyuan, but what he faced was a dilapidated and desolate courtyard.
Xuanyuan Hongjiang did such a great job that no one even asked servants to clean the yard, so much so that Wu Ling's favorite book was rotten by insect pillars!
Nangong Xiaoyao clenched his fists. He would ask Xuanyuan Hongjiang to clean up Wulingyuan when he returned. He would never let Wuling's last traces in this world be erased.
Nangong Xiaoyao said to Ye Xue: "It's okay if you don't move back today. Wulingyuan has been vacant for so many years and it should be repaired. When people pack everything up, it's up to you whether you want to move back or not!"
"Yeah." Ye Xue nodded in a low voice.
"Xiaoyexue, do you want to pay homage to your mother's spirit tablet?" Nangong Xiaoyao asked.
"..." Ye Xue was stunned for a moment, and the next moment she nodded. This body was born of Feng Wuling, and it is her duty to worship Feng Wuling on birthdays and holidays in the future.
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When Nangong Xiaoyao led Ye Xue into the ancestral hall behind the General's Mansion, Ye Xue's first sight was on the wall covered with paintings, and the most obvious one was a picture of a beautiful woman.
The beautiful woman is of the same height, and the painting shows a graceful and gentle classical beauty.
"This is your mother!" Xiang Yexue saw Feng Wuling's portrait for the first time, which made Nangong Xiaoyao very happy.
Nangong Xiaoyao walked to the side of the painting. He stretched out his fingers to touch the beautiful face, but then thought of Ye Xue being beside him, so he immediately took it back.
"Third uncle, did you draw this?" Ye Xue asked with raised eyebrows.
"Ah? How do you know?" Nangong Xiaoyao was surprised.
Ye Xue pointed to the lower right corner of the painting, "Although there is no seal of the third uncle, I can tell that the poem with this title is written by the third uncle."
"Uncle San used to be able to draw pen and ink, so he drew a random picture for your mother." Nangong Xiaoyao's eyes flashed. He likes Feng Wuling, and Feng Wuling is his sister-in-law. Such things are against common ethics...
Nangong Xiaoyao kept it secret from Ye Xue because he was afraid that she would find out and hate him.
"Why is Third Uncle so humble?" Ye Xue said with a slight smile on her lips.
In the painting, the dancing phoenix is tied up with green silk into a loose cloud on the temples, with a simple and elegant hosta inserted casually.
Dressed in a blue emerald smoked sweater and pleated skirt with scattered floral mist, her waist is as branchy as a willow and her figure is slender and slender.
Her eyebrows are dark and green, her eyes are full of autumn water, and her mouth is like a cherry.
A perfect combination of a small face, the beauty is more delicate than flowers, and the appearance of a country and a city.
Ye Xue said: "My mother passed away right after she gave birth to me. I have never seen her face. But when I look at the paintings painted by my third uncle, I know that my mother, the most beautiful woman in the world, is by no means a wasted name.
Third uncle is interested, Ye Xue thanks you."
"No need to thank you. I just drew casually. Drawing casually is because your mother is good at it..."
"Uncle San said he could paint as he pleased, but Ye Xue didn't dare to agree!"