After the death of the previous emperor, the Empress Dowager became arrogant

Chapter 184 A Treasured Portrait

He took one look and lowered his head and said, "Yes, the little one just came a few days ago."

"No wonder I haven't seen you before," Yuan Bo adjusted his belt, "Go and do your own thing. I don't need anyone to serve me here."

The servant bowed and retreated.

I thought that the host had a pretty good temper and was not as overbearing as outsiders said.

Yuan Bo didn't understand the source of the singing at first. He couldn't sleep because of the noise, so he thought of going to the study to kill time.

But the singing was like a spell, drilling into his brain through his ears, and only then did he walk into the yard.

The closer you get to the back wall, the clearer the singing becomes.

After identifying the owner of the voice, Yuan Bo took a deep breath and decided to put aside his official duties and focus on catching that dead girl first.

Lu Zhao rested at home for several days. Because of his bad temper and sharp tongue, basically no one was willing to visit him except for necessary official business.

Yuan Bo took the small path, crossed the street, and arrived at the door of Lu's house.

Yuan Qing and several other female relatives lived in the mansion. Lu Zhao didn't want to cause rumors, so he dismissed all the servants before going to Beijing.

No one was doing these chores, so he had to go and open the door himself.

Unexpectedly, I saw the Prime Minister with a sullen face and dark eyes outside.

Lu Zhao was not surprised at all.

The noise that woman made last night was heard by everyone within a radius of ten miles. Now that her father had come to "catch ghosts" in person, Lu Zhao naturally had to welcome her in respectfully.

Yuan Bo, under Lu Zhao's guidance, went to the east room. When he reached the courtyard, he hesitated for a moment and looked back at Lu Zhao, "Let's wait a little longer."

Lu Zhao yawned lazily, "Then please do as you please. I will go back to sleep first."

Before leaving, he moved his wrist slightly, and a stone broke through the window paper and knocked down the candle on the table that had been burning all night.

The copper base fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Yuan Qing was awakened from her sleep. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the candle base that rolled under the table.

With half-open eyes, I looked up and saw my father's dark face through the torn window paper.

She was so frightened that she quickly pushed away Mu Xiaoxiao, who was sleeping on her like a dead pig.

Mu Xiaoxiao slapped her hands and muttered, "Stop making trouble."

"Still sleeping," Yuan Qing stepped over her and got out of bed, "It's almost urgent and a disaster is about to happen!"

Hearing that a disaster was about to happen, Mu Xiaoxiao's sleepiness suddenly disappeared. She pulled off her white clothes and threw them out, "I have worked so hard to help Sister Yueshen, how could she--"

Yuan Qing covered her mouth and looked outside.

Mu Xiaoxiao looked over and suddenly saw Yuan Bo standing outside the yard with a sullen face, like a demon.

She calmed her breathing, stroked her chest and said to Yuan Qing: "Hey, I thought it was a disaster, but it's your disaster, not mine."

After saying this, she stopped putting on her clothes and continued to cover her head with the quilt.

She goes to bed at dawn, and no one is allowed to disturb her sleep unless it is a matter of life and death!

Seeing how unreliable she was, Yuan Qing no longer expected her to help him share his anger, and could only go out to see his father alone.

She thought to herself that as long as she could explain the matter clearly, her father would understand.

What's more, this matter is not as terrible as imagined, because it was she who caused it.

Although he had a plan, Yuan Qing walked to Yuan Bo at a snail's pace and shouted weakly, "Dad..."

She glanced around and saw that there was no one nearby, so she knelt on the ground happily, hugged her father's legs tightly with her arms, and cried before Yuan Bo spoke: "Dad, don't be angry. It's my fault for not discussing this with you in advance, but I really like that house, but I don't want to be criticized, so I can only come up with this idea. Dad, please understand."

"Is this what I'm angry about?" Yuan Bo reached out to pull her, "Come home with me first, I'll tell you slowly."

Seeing that there was no anger on Yuan Bo's face, but only concern for her, Yuan Qing felt relieved and followed him back home obediently.

Yuan Bo led her to the study, took out a thick stack of drawings and placed them in front of her, "Take a look."

Yuan Qing nervously unfolded the papers. Each sheet was very smooth and almost all of them were covered with portraits of her childhood.

Roudun'er once said that she was originally from this world, but an accident caused her to swap places with the original owner and start two completely different lives.

It was very strange. Although the girl's age was not written on the portraits, she inexplicably felt that most of the portraits above were of her before the exchange.

She didn't have a deep memory of the past, and these scenes were completely blank in her mind.

Yuan Qing continued to watch.

From the later part of the painting, we can see that the girl has grown up a little. She is quietly nestling in the arms of her parents, watching the maids laughing and playing in the yard.

This should be Yuan Qingqing after the change.

The brushstrokes of these portraits are delicate and soft, and it can be seen that the painter poured his emotions into the paintings.

There was also a portrait carefully stacked in the middle. Before seeing the true appearance of the painting, Yuan Qing's hands suddenly trembled.