ZHAO JUREN'S LAST LOVE
CHAPTERS 118. Looking for Xiao Silver

He frowned his forehead for a moment then seemed to think and then slowly said

"your brother seems to..give you a hidden message through this painting..."

Zhao Juren carefully stared at the painting of a woman dancing a sword dance with a very beautiful contortion and in front of her a man holding a xiao, flute from yellow bamboo. However, strangely the young man was not blowing but was peering into the inflatable hole.

Zhao Juren looked at writing similar to poetry with a line of writing in 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.

"For you who are born at the end of autumn on the first winter day..." Zhao Juren frowned.

"That's for me." Xue Xue Sahut after returning could breathe regularly.

"My father gave me a royal name, Nan Luoxia, for being born between the end of autumn and the first morning of winter." Xue Xue tried to explain.

"Prince Yuhai wants you to know something." Zhao Juren.

"I think big brother Yuhuai is painting Miss Huan. Before being appointed as a concubine, Huanjin was a dancer in the entertainment house. And according to the rumors that I heard brother Yuhuai even knew Consort Huanjin before my brother His Majesty the king." Xue Xue stole a glance at Zhao Juren who looked calm looking towards the painting. His face seemed innocent after kissing her then letting it go, leaving a loud gurgle on the chest of this girl

"It's not the dancers who are the purpose of this painting." Zhao Juren shook her head, her eyes fixed on that young man holding Xiao.

"Look at Xiaoku losing his tone, though,

On the smoke can he be colored?" Zhao Juren repeated the last sentence of the poem. His eyebrows are crinkling sharply.

"Xiao? Does prince Yuhuai have Xiao?" The question was asked by Zhao Juren.

"Yes, my brother has his beloved silver bamboo Xiao. He made it himself while in exile in the mountains. According to sister's story, Xiao was the one who accompanied her when she missed coming home..."

"Where is Xiao?" Zhao Juren interrupted, her body turning quickly no longer focusing on the painting on the table.

"Why with silver xiao Yuhuai's brother?" Xue Xue frowned curiously.

"I want to see it." Zhao Juren replied quickly.

"I don't know where." Xue Xue looked puzzled, all of Nan Yuhuai's personal belongings were of course in her residence.

"We have to get it." Zhao Juren grabbed Xue Xue's fingers.

"For what?" Xue Xue still looked puzzled.

"You'll know later." Zhao Juren pulled Xue's hand.

"Where are we?" Xue Xue gave no resistance when her wrist was held in Zhao Juren's large and warm hand.

"The place where Xiao might be kept is your brother." Zhao Juren said.

...***...

This is the land for the palace of Prime Minister Yang Liujun.

"Sttt..." Xue Xue Xue stopped her steps once again she turned around and could not help but smile amusedly at Zhao Juren's appearance.

"Look, you're becoming more beautiful." Tempted Xue Xue, she looked excitedly at Zhao Juren who was wrapped in a dyed green maid outfit, her hair in a neat tie, while her makeup looked more striking with lips as the color of young wine.

Zhao Juren frowned, letting Xue Xue sneer at him.

"Don't talk too much. We should be able to get into your brother's room now." Zhao Juren. For the umpteenth time she wore women's clothes. It really embarrassed him. Fortunately, there were no Yanzhie people here. Otherwise, it shattered his pride as a former warlord.

"I'd rather I do this." Xue Xue said half a whisper in an amused tone.

"I'd rather go in through the window. It's more elegant." Zhao Juren melengos.

Xue Xue walked towards the gate, dressed in her greatness as the princess Nan Luoxia, her steps were so graceful but firm.

"Your Highness the Princess..." The two half-sleeped guards immediately stood firm and saluted when they recognized who had come.

"What's your Majesty coming this late?" The main bodyguard advanced while bowing.

"I want to see Madam Yang Xiwu."

"But..."

'Just let me know." Xue Xue interrupted quickly and obediently and timidly the bodyguard immediately opened the way. Not until some fathoms, they were greeted by the butler who came in a hurry to hear the news of the arrival of Princess Nan Luoxia.

"Mr Nan's daughter..." The pointed-faced butler bowed.

"I know it's too late, I just arrived from a lot of business after the mourning. I feel guilty that I haven't had the time to see big brother Xiwu until now. Tomorrow I have to take care of something else, maybe tonight I can have a little chat with her, losing a husband is not an easy thing."

Xue Xue replied with her chin raised high. Obviously he doesn't want to be denied.

Without being able to ask, the butler finally stepped in with Xue Xue, who was followed by Zhao Juren, who was walking down, hiding a part of his face.

In front of the foyer of a room there is a white marble floor that is connected to each other, the water in the pool on both sides is clear as a mirror, in the pavilion there are several pillars that are beautifully carved, the fragrant aroma of incense filled the house.

This was the pavilion palace of the residence of Nan Yuhuai and Yang Xiwu.

A slippery white linen woman emerged from behind a curtain made of brocade and beads. Her face was haggard, her eyes were still reddish. The two servants behind Yang Xiwu bowed low.

"Sister Xiwu..." Xue Xue took a long step, her dress sweeping the floor.

"I'm sorry if I just met you." Xue Xue said and shamelessly the late Prince Nan Yuhuai's ex-wife poured into Xue Xue's arms. His cry broke out, he was as unwilling as in Xue Xue's embrace.

"Why is big brother Yuhuai so evil? he left me alone." He said in between his sedu.

Xue Xue did not say anything but pat Yang Xiwu on the shoulder gently.

Gently guided Yang Xiwu towards a cot made of kumala stone, the ledge was gold-covered, the strong fragrance was like the cool breeze of the third moon on his face, makes people almost drunk smell it.

The half-old butler stepped forward, in a respectful low voice, he said, "After the young master of the prince died, the young mistress always cried lamenting the departure of the young master of the prince."

Xue Xue walked up and sat Xiwu down to the kumala cot, seeing that the ceiling of the room was made of tan wood, the lanterns were made of crystal, decorated with kumala plates and chenxiang wood, and that the ceiling was made of stone, its curtains made of silk like the sea, its luminous gallows are grained with pearls that can glow at night, twinkling with light, like a bright moon. On the hall's pillars were carved birds luan panca color decorated with gold powder, under the light of candles, glittering blindingly.

This room was even equivalent to the residence of his luxurious king, Prime Minister Yang Liujun was indeed so rich. He possessed an even unimaginable wealth.

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