Chapter 715

The man coming out of the study is a ghost.

Ghost like don't know out will run into Mu Ziling, he step a meal, look almost imperceptible low cold a few minutes.

He is originally a pair of unsmiling wood face, at the moment of the expression change also don't show, Mu Ziling light Piao one eye, didn't care.

Because the ghost just came out of the study, Mu Ziling guessed that long Xiaoyu should also be in the study. She thought about it, and then turned to the study.

"Your master -" Mu Ziling asked the ghost as he walked towards the study.

Who knows, she just opened her mouth to ask, only to see the ghost who was heading for this road, as if she didn't see her, holding the sword with both hands naturally, then turning around and taking a detour.

Even if they are ignored, are they still so ignored?

Is this wood blind in front of her? Can't you see such a big living person?

Mu Ziling was confused again and again. Then he frowned and cried out, "ghost, stop!"

Fortunately, the ghost just pretended to be blind, not deaf. Hearing Mu Ziling's cry, he stopped and turned around, with a cold face: "the master is in the study. If the princess wants to be OK, he will leave."

After a quick talk, the ghost said that he would leave soon. He didn't want to meet Mu Ziling at all. He turned around again.

"Hello -" as soon as Mu Ziling opened his mouth, the ghost figure suddenly flashed and disappeared in the twinkling of an eye.

Looking at the ghost can't wait to disappear, Mu Ziling frowned again.

Is this wood infected, or is it taking the wrong medicine? So abnormal.

People have run no shadow, Mu Ziling speechless, also did not think.

Think of long Xiaoyu's body to stabilize, and now busy in the study Mu Ziling did not go straight to the study, but turned to the kitchen.

Soon, Mu Ziling with a cup of steaming tea, knocked on the door of the study.

She stood outside the study and waited for a while, but there was no movement in the study.

No more?

Mu Ziling was puzzled and wanted to knock on the door. At this time, long Xiaoyu's voice came from inside: "enter."

Mu Ziling pushed the door lightly.

Long Xiaoyu did not sit on the desk to deal with affairs, but sat in front of the easel on the other side, holding a paintbrush in his hand and painting with an expression of concentration.

Looking at his attentive and serious appearance, Mu Ziling didn't want to disturb him, but at last he couldn't help being curious. He crept over and looked at the paper.

At one glance, Mu Ziling's hands suddenly trembled, and the cup on the tea tray went down with her unsteady shaking.

A second ago, long Xiaoyu, who was still holding a paintbrush, caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of his eyes and quickly grabbed the cup that was about to sprinkle hot tea on Mu Ziling.

When long Xiaoyu touched the body of the teacup, he knew how hot the tea was.

He frowned slightly and put the cup aside. He stretched out his hand in front of Mu Ziling's body and asked, "is it hot?"

"No..." Mu Ziling just said a word, just realized that long Xiaoyu's hand had reached her chest and began to wipe it.

The devil!

Mu Ziling's face turned red and he didn't want to think about it. He raised his hand and patted off long Xiaoyu's hand. He snorted, "where are you going to touch it? Don't take the opportunity to do anything."

"If we only touch you, chances are everywhere." As a matter of course, long Xiaoyu said, but he didn't push any further. However, he still put out his hand and put Mu Ziling in his arms. He let her sit on her lap and asked, "tell me, what are you in a panic?"

Mu Zi lingdun was awe inspiring, and moved her eyes to the drawing paper again. She pointed to herself uncertainly: "is the person in this painting me?"

"What else?" Long Xiaoyu pinched her pretty nose and asked in a powerful and domineering way: "who can get into the painting of Wang except you?"

Knowing that the evil had never been serious, Mu Ziling didn't bother to care with him. She said, "but this painting..."

In front of her eyes, the painting has been completed 80% or 90%, and the scene in the painting is not strange to her, it can be said that she is very familiar with it.

A purple sea of flowers, a group of flying feather butterflies, a beautiful woman shuttle between the sea of flowers and feather butterflies, as if to emerge as an immortal, dancing, smart and quiet beauty, can not square things.

Let's not talk about the scenery in this painting, but about the woman in the painting.

At first glance, this woman is clearly the woman Ziyin, whom the great God's adoptive father had "threatened" her to remember deeply.

But a closer look, the woman in the picture is still different from the picture that the adoptive father showed her.

the difference is as like as two peas. The woman painted by the great God's father is closed, while the dragon's painting is a woman's eyes open. Apart from this difference, the two paintings are almost identical.What makes Mu Ziling feel magical is that they are two identical paintings with almost no stubble to pick. Just because of a pair of eyes, they can tell that they are two different people.

Originally two different faces, but because a pair of eyes can see the same, but also because a pair of eyes distinguish the different, which seems contradictory, but very thought-provoking.

This is also the reason why she was flustered when she saw the painting just now.

At the moment when the painting was introduced into her eyes, her mind was a face that once passed Ziyin, and then her own face. The last two faces could coincide without any sense of disobedience. It was incredible.

"How could that be..." Mu Ziling frowned and asked long Xiaoyu uncertainly, "is this really me?"

Long Xiaoyu reaches out his hand and smoothes Mu Ziling's forehead. She says with a smile, "if it's not you, who else do you want to be?"

"You know, isn't it similar to the one painted by the great God's adoptive father?" Mu Ziling said angrily, then pushed long Xiaoyu and wondered, "what do you do with such paintings? No, there must be ghosts

I don't know why, looking at the painting in front of me, Mu Ziling always felt that something was wrong. The factor of suspicion had already appeared in his mind, but it seemed that he couldn't say it clearly when he opened his mouth.

"I'm still a few strokes short. I'll tell you when I'm done, eh?" Long Xiaoyu can't deny it. He holds Mu Ziling's slender waist in one hand, and holds the brush in the other hand, concentrating on the finishing touch.

Although Mu Ziling was curious, he didn't disturb him any more, and he didn't dare to move, for fear that it would affect long Xiaoyu's painting.

After a cup of tea, long Xiaoyu stopped writing and finished the painting.

Looking at the perfect painting in front of him, Mu Ziling put his hands around his chest and said with a joking smile: "I didn't expect you to be so good at painting." It's so beautiful and vivid. It's beautiful.

Long Xiaoyu put down his brush, and then the old God glanced at Mu Ziling, with a proud look on his face: "what's wrong with your man?"

"You don't know everything, just like..." Mu Ziling hummed twice, almost blurted out without brain: "you can't have a baby."

As soon as the words came out, Mu Ziling realized that this topic was a bit dangerous.

With a smile and a circle of arms, long Xiaoyu hugs her more tightly, and approaches her ear with a smile. The warm voice is full of wisps of ambiguity: "the lady is right. In this matter, the lady is better than her husband..."

"Don't interrupt." Mu Ziling was rubbed so that her ears were burning. She quickly cut off the topic and interrupted him: "tell me what's wrong with this painting?"

In order to avoid burning himself, long Xiaoyu has no choice but to stop. He doesn't tease her any more. His bright eyes become a bit deep and unpredictable. He has a good time to ask: "first, what do you see?"

Mu Ziling touched his chin and truthfully expressed his thoughts: "I just think that the woman named Ziyin painted by the great God's adoptive father is the same as the woman you are painting now, except for her different look. It seems that two people are actually one person, but if we want to say that it is impossible to be the same person, then there is only one possibility. What is the difference between me and her What does it matter? "

In the end, Mu Ziling left some room. Maybe she had a guess in her heart, but she didn't have the strength to agree.

Long Xiaoyu's beautiful eyes narrowed up, and the fundus of his eyes was full of light. After a while, he said, "she's your mother."

Five short and affirmative words, to the point.

"Mother?" Mu Ziling was surprised. She knew that the mother longxiaoyu said was undoubtedly her own mother.

Just now, she has been wondering whether there will be some relationship between her and Ziyin. It's just that two seemingly identical paintings alone can't explain anything. But what Jing Long Xiaoyu says now must have been verified after a lot of investigation, so there is no doubt about the truth.

After all, Mu Ziling is not calm when he hears about her life experience.

She stares directly at the picture in front of her, as if looking at herself in the picture. She sees an amiable woman smiling at her, like a spring breeze.

Long Xiaoyu's expression is so indifferent, and his tone is so light: "all kinds of clues and signs found out also confirm that your mother was the person behind the scenes who left you to the Mu family for foster care."

Mu Ziling's heart is a wave of overturning.

Behind the scenes She knows what these four words stand for best.

This means that her mother was the one who stripped her soul and made her spend more than ten years in her two lives.

This also means that her own mother was the real culprit who separated the Mu family.

In those days, the harmonious and happy family changed everything because of her coming The old Taijun who stayed in the temple all the year round praying for the Buddha, the Mu Zhenguo who lost her bravery, the Li en who didn't wake up, and the muziye who she finally found and disappearedRemembering the current situation of the Mu family, Mu Ziling's heart seemed to be held tightly by people's hands. There was an indescribable feeling in her heart. She murmured: "my mother Why did she do that? "

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