[R18] Looking for her in the crowd – “Looking for She in the Crowd” Beauty Painting suddenly updated, tripled the number [English]

Chapter 131

Jiang Rongrong looked at the layout of the study and felt that it looked inexplicably familiar, as if she had been here before in her previous life. She did not need any guidance from the parrot, so she came to the stand where the guqin was placed and reached out to take it down.

However, she had just recovered from a serious illness, and her hands could not use up the strength. When she held the piano, she actually trembled a little. The parrot hurriedly came up to move the piano with her. As the master and servant walked, their steps were unsteady and they accidentally knocked down the bookshelf on the side.

A large pile of books scattered on the floor. Jiang Rongrong took the piano to the piano table and put it away, and then ordered Ying Ge to find a waiter to clean it up.

Just like this, she no longer wanted to play the piano. Looking at the books scattered on the floor, Jiang Rongrong walked over and was about to pick them up, but her eyes accidentally glanced at the secret locker of the Taomu Duobao Pavilion on the side.

This cabinet was originally placed behind the bookcase that she and I knocked down. The location was very hidden. Only the person who placed it would find it. If she and I hadn’t knocked down the bookshelf this time, we wouldn’t have discovered it.

Jiang Rongrong saw that the cabinet was a little skewed, so she leaned down and planned to straighten it.

It’s just that this cabinet has been around for a long time, and the secret lock is a bit old. Now that she was holding it up, it was a little loose and shaky. It didn’t last long, and the exquisite and small secret lock fell off with a “pop” sound.

A gust of wind blew by at the right time. The paper in the cabinet was very thin and should be precious silk rice paper. When the wind blew, it gently floated to the ground.

Jiang Rongrong picked it up, but was stunned when she saw the content on the paper.

On it, a delicate and innocent girl is outlined with a wonderful painting, with a sweet smile that seems to be transmitted to people’s hearts through the paper.

And that girl is clearly she.

To be precise, it was she when she was a child.

Wearing a flower-parted bun and a peach-pink embroidered begonia dress, she should be the one she wore when she and her parents went to the palace to attend the prince’s birthday.

Jiang Rongrong stretched out her hand and touched the dimples of the woman in the painting, as if through several years, she saw the man sitting in a high position looking at her with a smile.

There was a whole piece of paper in the cabinet. She took out the remaining ones, opened them lightly with her white fingers, and scanned them one by one.

This picture shows when she was twelve years old, she and her mother went to the palace to see the queen. In the queen’s palace, there was a poodle that was all white and had curly hair. It was fatter than her family’s reunion. The whole dog was chubby and very pleasing to the eye.

The girl on the screen is holding the little white dog in her arms, looking at her with a loving look on her face. The fat little paws of the little white dog stretch out and touch the girl’s fingertips. The girl’s smiling eyebrows are curved and extremely delicate, as if all the gentleness in the world is between her eyebrows.

And this one is from when she was fourteen years old, she and her brothers went for a horseback riding outing in the countryside.

In the painting, the bright and charming girl wearing maroon riding clothes raised her head high, as if someone was calling her from behind. The girl turned her head, her high ponytail swaying in the wind, and the smile on her lips became more unrestrained and comfortable because of the bright spring light. She was romantic and unrestrained, but that’s all.

She didn’t remember the date of the picture below. The pink and jade-carved female doll was lying on the rockery in the imperial garden. She was sleeping soundly. The baby’s fat cheeks could be broken by a blow. The long black eyelashes cast long reflections on the eyelids, like two butterflies perched on the flowers and having an unknown dream.

There is also this one, which is still in the imperial garden, but the girl doll just now has grown up, and her immature facial features have begun to show their national beauty.Her jade-white arms supported her sleeping little face, and she fell asleep quietly against the railing. The flying magnolia petals sprinkled on her face, and her body looked like a flower fairy falling into the mortal world.

The wind blew up the drooping bead curtain, but it couldn’t bear to wake up the sleeping beauty.

The day is beginning to grow, and the light skirt is temporarily removed, and the jade mat is cool.

The smoke cage and jade pillow in the desert tent, the pink skin makes sweat and the fragrance of white lotus.

This one is her bowing her hair, this one is her dancing under the moon, this one…

Turning over it one by one with her fingers, Jiang Rongrong’s heart seemed to be soaked in a gentle lake. The ups and downs were not up to her.

Take a deep breath and turn to the last page.

The beauty lying on the imperial concubine’s bed seemed to have a slightly troubled expression, a mixture of shame and anger, and her eyes were full of anger, like a reluctant kitten. Although she was resentful, she was extremely charming and innocent, and even though she was ruthless, she was touching.The painter’s love for the beauty in the painting overflows onto the paper without any need for words.

Jiang Rongrong noticed that there was a line of small characters at the bottom of this painting. The characters were strong and handsome, and full of character.

“It is better to drink wine and grow old together with your son, with the harp and harp at your disposal, and it is better to be quiet. Today is the testimony of the earth, the sun and the moon are shining brightly, the ghosts and gods are listening to it, Rong Chen is willing to marry Nong Nong for life after life.”

The thin paper slipped from her fingers. Jiang Rongrong could no longer hold it and let it fall gently to the ground.

It turns out that he has loved her for so long.

When she is unconscious.

A slender hand gently pushed open the bamboo-green secret door of the study room.

The parrot wanted to make a sound, but Rong Chen waved his hand, and she quietly retreated.

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