She slowly raised her left hand, put it under her lips and bit it with her teeth, blood spilled out.
He rubbed his fingertips on the brow of the slave in the painting, and saw the light flowing, and the person in the painting actually came in front of Princess Linglong.
The slave's smile was still the same as it was ten years ago. He raised his hand and put it on Princess Linglong's face, wiping her tears.
However, tears were still hanging at the end of Princess Linglong's eyes. The slave was just a ray of light and could not wipe away the tears.
He reached out and hugged her.
Soon, only a wisp of green smoke remained in Princess Linglong's arms.
At the same time, the painting was also destroyed.
Princess Linglong looked at Qingge and said, "This is the art of Guihua."
It was an eye-opener for Qing Ge. It turned out that this was the charm of Three Thousand Magic Techniques.
"In this world, there are many people who need comfort. The people they miss have passed away, so they bought my paintings at exorbitant prices just for a moment of comfort." Princess Linglong said.
"If Aunt Ling has learned Weihua, why not practice it carefully?"
"Ge'er, my art of Weihua stopped ten years ago. It was you who gave me new inspiration and the ability to stand up again." Princess Linglong said, "Have you brought "Night Phoenix"?"
Qingge nodded, and then took out the "Night Phoenix" presented by Linglong. Princess Linglong looked at the blood-red poppy totem on Qingge's back, and then took out the paintbrush.
Qingge was a little confused, not knowing what Lord Linglong was doing. The next moment, her eyes widened slightly in surprise.
However, Princess Linglong spread her left hand and held a pen in her right hand. The soft hair of the brush passed through the palm of her left hand. It turned out to be as hard and sharp as a dagger, opening a wound.
Princess Linglong dipped the paintbrush into the blood on her palm, dyed it red, and then decorated the sky of "Night Phoenix" with red stars.
Qingge stared at it, and if she used her strength to look into it, she could see that above the "Night Phoenix", the stars all over the night were actually poppies in full bloom. If she looked carefully, she saw... poppy fire!
"The strange fire, the fire of the poppy, this painting can help you in the future." Princess Linglong said: "Ge'er, give me another "Autumn Beast Hunting Picture"."
Qingge pursed her lips and took out the "Autumn Hunting of Beasts". The scroll slowly unfolded and floated in mid-air.
Princess Linglong once again dipped her pen in blood, and added a Prajna Illusion Vine and a poppy beside the Jueqing Jiao in the painting. "The Jueqing Jiao is an elven beast that can nourish the blood of elves, and the Prajna Illusion Vine is taken from it.
Inexhaustible, inexhaustible, poppies can withstand disasters. Ge'er, Aunt Ling can only help you this much." After Princess Linglong finished speaking, she put away her brush and coughed a few times.
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Qingge used the power of the Snow Lingzhu to detect Princess Linglong's body, only to find that Princess Linglong had lost 30% of her blood.
Princess Linglong looked at Qingge, smiled desolately, and said: "You must always carry these two pictures, they can protect you on behalf of Aunt Ling. Aunt Ling, she has died a long time ago... She has been dead for ten years...
…”
Linglong held Qingge's hand: "You, like him, can understand Aunt Ling's paintings."
Qing Ge felt depressed. She had not watched "Wandering" before, she only made guesses based on data analysis.
She looked at the light in Princess Linglong's eyes, but she didn't tell the truth after all.
"Aunt Ling, he loves you, and he will definitely hope that you will be happy." Qingge said. "Yes..." Linglong sighed softly: "Before he was taken away to drink the poisonous wine, he had a premonition that his mother and concubine would treat her badly.
He took action, so he left a letter. There was nothing else in that letter, it was just wishing me a long life. So, do you know Ge'er, Aunt Ling?
It will take another seventy years before I can see him."
If it hadn't been for that letter, she would have accompanied him on the road to hell.
Qingge's heart trembled slightly, not knowing what kind of feeling this was.
"Aunt Ling, these two paintings are too valuable for Ge'er to accept." Qingge felt heavy and bandaged the wound on Linglong's palm.
"Just take the painting and it will save you from fire and water in the future."
Linglong moved her steps and walked towards the outside of the ancestral palace.
Her clothes were thin and frail, and she wore a light blue dress. She was as gentle as the breeze, and her slender figure gradually disappeared from Qingge's field of vision.
There were only two paintings floating in front of Qing Ge, namely "Night Phoenix" and "Autumn Hunting Beasts".
In "Night Phoenix", the blood-red stars are filled with heavenly secrets, and the hundreds of phoenixes facing the phoenix under the moon are even more brilliant.
After painting "Hunting Beasts in Autumn" with Prajna vines and poppies, the heartless dragon becomes more and more vivid.
After meditating softly for a long time, he accepted the two paintings.
When she returned to her room, it was almost dawn, Qingge lifted up the soft quilt, nestled on the bed, and fell asleep holding the soft and sweet bun.
What Qingge didn't know was that while she was resting, in the "Autumn Beast Hunting Picture" placed in the space treasure, the Prajna Illusion Vine actually lit up the smoke of fairy energy, pouring into the body of the Jueqing Jiao.
The Jueqing Jiao actually rolled his eyes, and wisps of blood smoke passed through the space treasure from the painting, and was absorbed by Qingge's unawakened bloodline.
The nourishing effect is actually better than the real Heartless Jiao!
…
At noon the next day, before leaving Shenyue Capital, Qingge was preparing to see off Xuanyuan Lin and Princess Shangting.
I happened to overhear the conversation between the two of them.
"Ting'er, Yunshen is already looking for a husband for you... right..." Xuanyuan Lin's voice was very low.
"I have clearly rejected the Mother Goddess. My husband is only you, and I will not marry anyone else."
"Probably because Ge'er was included in the music score, she couldn't trust me, so she wanted to replace me." Xuanyuan Lin said helplessly: "Ge'er and I are family members. If she is a young queen, Yun Shen...
…Shouldn’t we give full support?”
"The Mother Goddess is wary, remembering the past grudges, and cannot see the good in Miss Ye."
"Since Ge'er is a member of the Seventh Prince's Palace, she will always be my niece. I will only be kind to her and will not harm her for the sake of Yun Shen. Ting'er, I'm sorry that this matter has embarrassed you. No.
Fulfill the duties of a husband."
"You're fine."
"..."
Qingge lowered her eyes, her thick black eyelashes hiding the surging emotions in her eyes.
Changes in this world are always unpredictable.
She once hated Xuanyuan Lin extremely, but now she actually has the urge to go to the Immortal Realm to protect her uncle.
Speaking of her uncle, she actually thought of a person, the uncle who had been imprisoned under the swamp abyss for many years.
He said his name was Yan Ruyu.
Later, Lu Yaoyao, a disciple of Jialan Academy, accompanied him to look for traces of Yan Bingtong. So far, there is no news.
Qingge's hands hidden under her sleeves clenched tightly into fists.
Xuanyuan Lin, please bear with me for a while longer.
When she goes to Changsheng, she dares to challenge Yun Shen!
I will never let this uncle suffer that kind of humiliation again.
Just throw it away after use, and you have to change it for Princess Shangting? Ridiculous! Funny!