Rong Yun seemed to see what she was thinking and said coldly: "No."
No? The doubts in Su Luo's eyes were even worse.
She just felt clearly that when she said those four words in a declarative sentence, the corners of the beautiful master's eyebrows were about to fly up.
It can be seen that he has great admiration for the woman in the painting.
But it is also elusive.
Guessing this, Su Luo looked at the woman in the painting again.
In her perception, the beauty master is almost flawless.
In terms of appearance, it is absolutely mind-boggling.
When it comes to refining medicine, he is currently the only master-level pharmacist in mainland China.
When it comes to cultivation, it is simply unfathomable.
In terms of status, the ten major forces are all trying to curry favor with him.
In terms of charm, Fairy Yanxia tried hard to pursue but could not get it.
Therefore, in her eyes, the beautiful master is definitely second to none, but the woman in the painting does not want him?
A hint of gossip emerged in Su Luo's heart.
"Master, who is she?" Su Luo's eyes flashed with curiosity, and she approached her and asked.
Rong Yun's hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly, but he soon regained his composure.
"You don't need to know." It was Rong Yun's usual cold tone that came back to him.
"Oh." Su Luo trailed off, feeling that she still had some unfinished meaning.
Seeing the beautiful master pouring the wine himself, Su Luo stepped forward in an awkward manner, grabbed the jade pot, and poured the sake into the amber wine glass.
"Master, since she is not the master's wife, where is my master's wife?" Su Luo asked, pretending to be curious about the baby, as if she had no idea.
"There is no mistress." Rong Yun's voice was calm.
"That's it..." Su Luo understood. It turned out that her beauty master had a crush on the beauty in the painting and would never marry her.
"This feeling can be remembered later, but I was already at a loss at that time. Come, master, I will give you a drink." Su Luo poured herself a glass of wine and raised her glass to invite him.
However, when Su Luo read out that poem, Rong Yun's face was obviously shocked.
"Who taught you this poem?" Rong Yun's voice suddenly rose.
"Uh..." Su Luo held the wine glass and didn't know how to explain.
Who taught it? This poem was learned in modern times. Could it be that she wanted to tell the truth?
But to tell the truth, Master obviously wouldn't believe it.
"It seems that it suddenly appeared in my mind, and I can't explain it clearly." Su Luo opened her mouth and talked nonsense.
Rong Yun frowned and murmured to himself: "This is impossible...has she ever come back?"
"Master, what's wrong? Who has come back?"
"Drink your wine." Rong Yun scolded coldly, but his expression was still immersed in the poem just now.
Su Luo was not so calm in her heart.
In response to Master Rong Yun's words just now, a flash of inspiration seemed to flash through her mind, but it quickly disappeared and she couldn't catch it.
Seeing that the beautiful master was drinking alcohol, Su Luo thought for a while and finally asked: "Master, with your great powers, can you do a favor to this disciple?"
"What?" After drinking, Rong Yun's eyes became even brighter, and the bright starlight became his foil.
"Master, as you know, I am not Su Zian's biological daughter." Su Luo put down her wine glass and spoke with a slightly calm expression, "So I would like to ask Master to help me find out my true life experience."
Nangong Liuyun has checked before, but every time he checked at a critical moment, he was always interrupted by an expert.
This filled her heart with doubts and made her even more curious.
If her life experience is very simple, then it is impossible for Nangong Liuyun not to find out.