69novels Chapter 240
Chapter 240
Imperial Garden.
In the pavilion.
Rong Xinxue likes poetry and has a special liking for painting.
After Ying Yi's care, the scenery in the Imperial Garden is beautiful, with rare animals coming and going, and extremely rare spiritual medicines from the outside world are planted here at will.
What impressed her most was the scenery in the Imperial Garden.
The Imperial Garden is very large. It is not just a small garden, but a huge valley with the Shangchuan River.
Being in it, Rong Xinxue rarely has peace.
She is a quiet person, but since Ying Yi reappeared and entered the palace, she was calm on the surface, but her heart was often slightly touched by Ying Yi's every move.
She couldn't help but sigh.
Then she smiled bitterly.
She understood that she couldn't let go of Ying Yi in this life.
That's right.
How could she give up the unforgettable love she once had? With her personality, she could forgive Ying Yi, but it seemed... impossible to return to him again.
"Huh..."
"Why do I think of him again?"
Rong Xinxue whispered softly.
Then she looked at the paper in front of her, the brush and ink beside her, and finally felt an unprecedented peace in her heart.
Grinding ink and holding the brush.
Rong Xinxue recalled the scenery of entering the Imperial Spirit Garden that day on the scroll, and beautiful scenes jumped out of her mind and then printed on the paper.
Soon.
A vivid and breathtaking ink painting jumped up on the white paper.
But faintly...
She always felt that something was missing.
"Poetry..."
Rong Xinxue frowned slightly.
Poetry and painting are inseparable.
Her paintings can certainly be called top-grade. She has been taught by famous teachers since she was a child. Among the painters in the Seven Kingdoms, except for those masters, few people can compete with her.
But when it comes to poetry...
Rong Xinxue's eyes drooped slightly.
The beauty of the Imperial Spirit Garden is unrivaled in the world. Even though she has a draft in mind, she can't express what she thinks in her heart.
She thought for a long time.
Rong Xinxue slowly put down the pen and ink in her hand.
Poetry pays attention to artistic conception. Poetry that sighs from the heart is the most attractive. Thinking hard, she will eventually write poetry for the sake of writing poetry, but she will fail to live up to the beautiful scenery in front of her.
She put away the pen and ink and walked towards the Imperial Spirit Garden.
First, to appreciate the beautiful scenery, and second, to hope to have some inspiration.
Painting and writing poems has become a habit. There are paintings without poems, which will be a little uncomfortable.
Unfortunately, the weather is not good.
As soon as she entered the Imperial Spirit Garden, she was immersed in this beautiful scenery.
Dark clouds began to gather in the sky, and raindrops began to fall sporadically.
The Imperial Spirit Garden is still some distance away from the Qinhuang Palace. Fortunately, the rain is not heavy, so she found a nearby pavilion to appreciate this beautiful scenery.
......
Inside the Qiankun Palace.
After handling government affairs, Ying Yi sat cross-legged.
Half-step Martial Emperor Realm is already very different from Martial King Realm. One can comprehend the Way of Heaven at any time and break into Martial Emperor Realm.
But this step makes many cultivators unable to cross it in their lifetime.
A little bit.
Ying Yi opened his eyes, and the terrifying pressure made the void tremble. He smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"Almost, still almost."
"It seems that only when the Mysterious Realm of Ten Thousand Abyss is opened can we find a chance to break through."
Ying Yi restrained his breath and sighed slightly.
Breaking into the Martial Emperor Realm is not only for the purpose of maintaining order in the Seven Nations Ranking Battle, but also for self-protection.
Shi Yixuan...
Ying Yi had a headache just thinking of this name.
He sent a message to a senior brother in the Jade Sword Pavilion, and heard that Shi Yixuan had been in a death retreat for no reason a month ago and has not come out yet.
Hearing the words "for no reason" and "death retreat", he was overwhelmed.
Before.
He was also curious. According to Shi Yixuan's temper and strength, the first thing he would do after rebirth would be to come and kill him with a sword at all costs.
But almost two months had passed and he still hadn't come.
He was curious about when Shi Yixuan changed.
It seemed that she was practicing in seclusion, intending to stabilize her realm and come to seek revenge on him.
Thinking of this, Ying Yi was a little panicked, but more helpless and guilty.
Ta-ta-ta~
Outside the palace.
The light rain fell, hitting the stone bricks, pulling Ying Yi back to his thoughts.
"It's raining."
Ying Yi murmured softly, and then he remembered that Rong Xinxue seemed to be still in the Imperial Garden.
"This girl."
Ying Yi walked out the door and walked towards the Imperial Garden.
Rong Xinxue had no realm and was weak, so she would definitely catch a cold.
And judging from the situation, heavy rain would come soon.
In the Imperial Garden.
Ying Yi was not in a hurry to find Rong Xinxue.
His spiritual sense covered the entire Yuling Garden, and Rong Xinxue's every move was naturally seen by him.
The girl had a faint smile on her lips.
She was particularly attached to the beautiful scenery in front of her, and even took off her white shoes, lifted up her blue dress, let the rain fall on her body, and danced in the rain.
This scene made Ying Yi look a littleCrazy.
In his memory, Rong Xinxue had never danced, nor could she dance.
But seeing her expression and her steps, he finally understood that it was not that she could not dance. Perhaps in her last life, she had wanted him to appreciate her dancing countless times, but unfortunately he had never given her the chance, which hurt her so much that she rarely touched piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, let alone dancing.
Standing in the pavilion.
Ying Yi quietly admired her dancing.
Her jade face was always full of a faint smile, a smile he had never seen before.
Seemed tired.
Rong Xinxue panted slightly, walked into the pavilion, and quietly admired the scenery in front of her. The joy on her face was also restrained at this moment.
A smile appeared on the corner of Ying Yi's mouth, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.
"Let's go later."
Ying Yi sighed softly, unwilling to disturb her rare peace.
At this time.
His eyes fell on a scroll in the pavilion.
He walked forward, and a hint of surprise welled up in his eyes.
"I've heard that Xue'er's paintings are unparalleled. Today, I see that it's true."
For a moment.
He was a little fascinated by it.
The whole scroll was lifelike, with rare animals, mountains, rivers and white clouds, but the blank space on one side made the painting a little imperfect.
After a moment, he realized that this blank space was used to write a poem.
Somehow.
He couldn't help but pick up the pen and wrote a poem in the blank space.
"The red lotus fragrance is gone, the jade mat is cold in autumn, I take off my silk clothes and go on the orchid boat alone. Who sent a brocade letter from the clouds? When the geese return, the moon is full in the west building."
"The flowers are falling and the water is flowing, one kind of lovesickness, two places of idle worries. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, just go away from the eyebrows, but it stays in my heart."
After writing the poem.
Ying Yi put down the pen and ink.
This poem has nothing to do with the scenery in the painting, but he can see Rong Xinxue's loneliness and sorrow through this painting.
Poems can reflect a person's mood, and so can paintings.
At first glance.
Although it is a beautiful mountain scenery, the birds and animals in the painting are all lonely.
In addition to the beautiful scenery of Yuling Garden, Rong Xinxue also added many elements. There is an independent house in the mountain, with curling smoke, and no visitors from thousands of miles away. There is also a woman in the painting, leaning against the door frame, looking into the distance, wondering what she is thinking.
All kinds of pictures make people feel amazing at first sight, and then a sense of loneliness comes to them.
Perhaps this is the true portrayal of Rong Xinxue's heart now.
Ying Yi put this poem on it.
Rain.
It rained harder and harder, the sky gradually darkened, and the thick ink rolled.
Ying Yi held up an umbrella and hurried towards the pavilion where Rong Xinxue was.