In the carriage, a small gauze lamp was placed against a small cabinet on the boy's side.

The two girls didn't know whether they were good at kung fu or deliberately. Although they were hard to part with the fight, they never affected the young man and the surrounding areas. At this moment, the gauze lantern was still burning intact.

Jiang Lingyue flashed to the small cabinet, took off the lampshade, and placed the scroll in her hand on the open flame.

With her movement, Xiang Wanqing was like a puppet with a broken thread, motionless.

It was not until this time that Jiang Lingyue saw clearly what Xiang Wanqing looked like at this moment.

She was also wearing the clothes that Jiang Lingyue changed when she saw her in the bathhouse, but the clothes were damaged in many places and there was a large piece of blood on her chest.

Xiang Wanqing herself had no obvious trauma. She must have been her own blood.

Xiang Wanqing kept half-kneeling in the carriage and said coldly: "Give it back to me!"

Jiang Lingyue methodically pulled the rope on the scroll and said, "Give it back to you? Why don't you give it back to you? It's not me tonight, you can't get this thing, right?"

She said, shaking her hands and opening the scroll in her hand!

Xiang's eyes changed, and the two girls' eyes went to see the opened painting together.

At first glance, the painting is very ordinary, it is a woman's watercolor painting with landscapes as the background behind it.

The only thing I said was that the woman in the painting looked vivid and she was a perfect beauty.

However, when the two girls saw this painting, they almost identically looked.

First, I looked carefully, then I was stunned, and finally I felt incredible shock!

Yu Jiang Lingyue said that she would have such a series of expressions because she suddenly felt that the woman in the painting seemed familiar. After a closer look, she found that she had seen the chain in the woman's neck. So she was shocked to realize that the woman in this portrait turned out to be the sleeping beauty she had seen in the underground palace of Jinyang City!

Jiang Lingyue's gaze immediately moved to the lower right corner. The handwriting at the signature was not written in regular regular script or thin gold. Such continuous cursive script made Jiang Lingyue feel a little confused at once, and only vaguely recognized the four characters Penglai Xianshan.

Seeing this, Jiang Lingyue suddenly raised her eyes, looked at the late Qing Dynasty, and asked, "Who is this woman?"

At this moment, the anger on Xiang Wanqing's face had disappeared. She raised her eyes from the painting and looked at Jiang Lingyue holding the painting, revealing a touch of silence and shock that was hard to describe.

She stepped forward and snatched the painting from Jiang Lingyue's hand. Then she opened the window of the carriage, jumped out, and disappeared into the darkness.

Xiang Wanqing left, and the carriage suddenly became quiet.

The boy then asked, "That girl, is your friend?"

Jiang Lingyue nodded absent-mindedly and said, "I'm getting off the bus here. Thank you tonight. See you again in the future!"

After saying that, Jiang Lingyue did not wait for the boy to speak, and followed Xiang late Qing Dynasty and got out of the carriage window.

The city of Bianjing in winter nights is a little cold, but the air is very fresh. Jiang Lingyue walked alone on the empty street, her eyes a little out of focus.

The man in Miaoyinfang's mask, the boy who called the man in the private room the second brother, and the painting in Xiang's late Qing Dynasty.

Today, too many things happened, and everything occupied a corner of Jiang Lingyue's thoughts, filling her head with her.

Jiang Lingyue was determined to clarify the joints of these things, but suddenly she felt exhausted.
Chapter completed!