ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
CHAPTERS 114. Yuhui's Last Painting

"I want to go alone, Hongse. " Xue Xue took off Hongse's hand but he let the coachman run the carriage. Xue Xue spoke calmly, her expression was really very calm, showing absolutely no big wave of sadness that it should be.

Lin Hongse was just about to speak, but Xue Xue Xue had taken out a fan that he usually used as a weapon and put it in Lin Hongse's grasp, then said in a heavy voice, "You must be afraid of the consequences of the actions of your sister, the queen Lin Fangyin. Your family must be feeling depressed waiting for the punishment to be handed down to your brother and your whole family."

Lin Hongse was speechless, his eyes gleaming in the dim light of the half moonlight that entered through the crack of the carriage wall.

"You know, my family is completely unrelated to the murder. Even we thought he loved His Majesty very much, no one would have expected him to do such a foolish and cruel thing." Lin Hongse said with confidence.

"I know." Xue Xue's answer was very short. He turned his gaze out of the window of the carriage he was partially holding, cold air was coming in, there was no sign of any more snowfall.

"But why, am I still in the house prison? Should've..."

"It's for the good of your own family, Hongse." Sahut Xue Xue quickly.

"Staying there to take care of your family, Hongse don't think out of Lin's palace until I tell you to come out. There's a time I'll call you later. I guarantee nothing will happen to your family if you obey my orders." Xue Xue flicked her rice-white robe despite being gray in the dark.

Lin Hongse was fixated, in his frenzy the face of Xue Xue who was so serious, since childhood he liked this girl but Xue Xue had never shown the same response.

It was just that the way of loving Hongse was slightly different, he could not see Xue Xue feeling sad and troubled, so he simply kept his feelings deep. He did not want to ruin their friendship if it made Xue Xue uncomfortable with his feelings. Choosing to love the woman secretly and seeing her happy made Lin Hongse feel enough.

"You can take me somewhere, I'm looking to meet someone else. But I'll make sure you go back to Lin's palace. And don't even think about tailing me." Sissy Xue Xue, his face looked solemn.

Lin Hongse did not reply, he knew this woman was hard-hearted. He doesn't have to argue. But still he was curious, who would Xue Xue meet in these nights?

Once at the East Gate of the palace, where outside the palace stood the family residence of several palace nobles. The train stopped.

"Where are you going?" Finally Lin Hongse couldn't bear to not ask.

Xue Xue did not answer. He got off the train with one jump.

And in a few moments two women in black clothes greeted him, his face covered with a veil.

"Miss Xue Lian.." the two women bowed respectfully.

"Sttt.you, Nuwa, take Mr. Lin Hongse to the Lin family palace and make sure he is there. Tighten the surveillance on the Lin family home, say this on Uncle Nan Feng's orders." Xue Xue Xue's orders were without regard for Lin Hongse protesting from inside the carriage.

"Hongse, don't you dare break the royal order or I won't let you go again. Your family's fate in your hands, I can't always help you, you sure know how heavy your brother's crime is? All the heads of your family will probably be counted without exception as the payment. So, please cooperate, don't wander recklessly in detention." That warning Xue Xue said with a stern attitude, she no longer saw Lin Hongse as her friend.

Lin Hongse was speechless, he could see that there was no anger in Xue Xue Xue's puffer, it meant that his family would probably be fine. Only, he did not guarantee how the policy of Prince Nan Feng was Xue's uncle who according to rumors was a strong candidate as the king.

The woman in black, one of the angel troops who was proud of Nuwa, immediately jumped into the carriage obediently, a moment later the carriage in the rickshaw spun towards the direction of the Lin Nobles Family residence, where Lin Hongse's family and relatives lived.

After the carriage that was carrying Lin Hingse away, another black-clothed woman gave a long paper scroll to Xue Xue.

"Miss Bai Yueyin asked me to give you this, because miss did not return to Luoxia's palace." Say it carefully.

Xue Xue after the funeral of the king did not return to the Luoxia Palace of his residence but buried his other brother in a temple, outside the palace.

Afterwards, he returned to the Wanxiang hall and stayed a few days in the king's residence. He seemed to be cleaning up something.

Xue Xue welcomed the paper scroll and walked towards a simple house with high walls, which was a very small house, inside the wall there is a house not as big as wood that looks less maintained but on the terrace there is a burning lantern.

With a quick step Xue Xue entered, the room was completely empty of leaping, with only wooden chairs and tables and a hall with simple mats. It seemed like the place was no stranger to Xue Xue Xue.

"So soon Miss Xue, I'll light the lantern again."

Xue Xue let the black-clothed woman light another lantern and place it on the wooden table.

Xue Lian spread out the paper and was fixated for a moment, this was a painting that Nan Yuhuai had made before he drank the poison. There was still a part of the liquid like it was once wet on the outskirts of the painting where Yuhuai's head lay.

Yes, Xue Xue remembered this was a painting of a woman dancing a sword dance with a very beautiful contortion and in front of her a man holding a xiao, a flute of yellow bamboo. However, strangely the young man was not blowing but was peering into the inflatable hole.

"Why this painting?" Xue Xue asked while frowning.

"I don't know what it means. But, Miss Bai said, concubine Huan handed it over a few days ago to Miss Bai,"

"Hasn't this painting been requested by Consort Huanjin?" Xue Xue did not seem to understand.

"Let's see miss but she said the painting was for Miss Xue Lian." this woman replied and remained in a cautious manner.

Xue Xue frowned, her eyes unblinking looking at the painting. Below it is indeed a line of writing with very small ink :

for those born at the end of autumn on the first winter day,

the sound of xiaoku is discordant,

my girl can't dance, man,

look at Xiaoku losing his tone, though,

On the smoke can he be colored?

A strange inscription Nan Yuhuai wrote. It is like a poem but its meaning is unclear.

Only Xue Xue understood the writing in the first line for you that was born at the end of autumn on the first winter day,

It was her, Nan Luoxia was born between the end of autumn and in the first morning of winter, twelveam years ago.

"Do you understand what this poem means?" Xue Xue pointed the small letter to the woman who had followed her.

There's no answer, though,

Xue Xue felt her presence behind her back but she wondered why the woman who was also her men did not respond at all. Before he turned to make sure a heavy voice he was familiar with was heard making him almost jump from his seat,

"Miss Xue Xue, maybe the lady needs help deciphering it..."

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