After hanging the sword back, Fengling Mengmeng originally wanted to look for some martial arts secrets or something like that.
But at this moment, his attention was caught by a painting on the desk.
On the desk, there is an open painting, and what is painted on the painting is a woman...
However, this woman's face is blank, with no facial features painted on it.
Fengling Mengmeng paused, couldn't help but walked closer, stood in front of the desk, lowered his head, and looked at the painting on the desk.
The woman in the painting is sitting on the grass, leaning against a big stone, wearing a white skirt. There are small patterns on the skirt. If you look carefully, you can see small chrysanthemums.
The woman's hair is in a simple bun, with bangs covering the right side of her forehead, and a pearl hairpin inserted on the right side.
Although the person in the picture had no face, Fengling Mengmeng felt that this person was very familiar.
"Hey, isn't the princess in this painting?" Ding Xiang looked at the characters in the painting and said in surprise.
Although the woman's face is not drawn in this painting, from the clothes, hairstyle, and posture, it seems that this is Fengling Mengmeng.
"Me?" Fengling Mengmeng was stunned. When Ding Xiang said this, she felt the same way.
Just now I just felt that the person in the painting was familiar, but I never thought about myself.
Now that Ding Xiang said this, she suddenly realized...
The person in this painting can't really be her, right?
"Yes, the slave immediately felt that the person in the painting looked very similar to the princess, so there should be no mistake." Ding Xiang nodded hurriedly.
If it's her... then who painted this painting...?
"Other than you, the owner of the village, is anyone else using this study?" Fengling Mengmeng couldn't help but ask, who else is using this study besides Ren Juechen?
Who painted this painting? Why did she paint it?
"This study has always belonged to the owner of the village. No one dares to come in except the owner of the village... except you, the princess..." Ding Xiang whispered.
No one dares to enter this study except the servants who clean it.
Because the owner of the village has said that they are not allowed to enter the study, let alone touch the things in it.
Today, Fengling Mengmeng asked her to bring her to the study. Dingxiang was a little worried, but the owner of the village said that as long as she did not leave the village, she could enter any place in the village at will.
After listening to Ding Xiang's words, Fengling Mengmeng's heart couldn't help but skip a beat... Her heartbeat seemed to have missed a beat.
This portrait...was painted by Ren Juechen...and the person on it is still her?
His eyes returned to the painting unconsciously.
The view just now was rough, but now that she took a closer look, Fengling Mengmeng couldn't help but think of the scene when she put the kite down in the morning.
She in this painting is exactly the same as when she was sitting on the grass to rest after setting off the kites in the morning.
Unexpectedly, Ren Juechen would draw it.
Looking at the still-dry ink in the inkstone aside, Fengling Mengmeng was sure that this painting was drawn during the time when she and Ren Juechen were separated after putting the kites away.
No wonder he disappeared for so long. He was here to paint?
And the character in this painting is actually her...
In the past, my father had painted portraits of my mother, but he refused to paint them for her. Fengling Mengmeng once asked her mother why her father only painted her portrait but refused to paint hers.
Her mother didn't answer at the time, but her aunt later told her that a man would only draw a portrait of the woman he loved, and that when she grew up, someone would be willing to draw a portrait of her...