Lu Beizhi: "Whether you are from me, Penglai."

Jiang Lingyue pointed to his head, "I fell once a while ago, and the kind of person who hit the ground on the back of my head. When I woke up later, I don't remember what happened before. So strictly speaking, the person who once belonged to you Penglai is dead, and now I have nothing to do with Penglai."

Lu Beizhi snorted coldly, "Don't make so many excuses. After all, you still want to mess with that guy Jun Beiyi!"

Jiang Lingyue did not respond, but instead looked at the painting in the middle of Nu with her eyes and asked: "This woman is also from you Penglai?"

Lu Beizhi: "What if it is?"

Jiang Lingyue: "Then what does it have to do with Bei Qin?"

Lu Beizhi: "You go back with me and I will tell you."

Jiang Lingyue: "Well, you'd better not tell me for the rest of your life."

After Jiang Lingyue finished speaking, she stood up and said, "I have cooked the meal, and the sky has finished talking. If you guys continue to talk, I will leave first."

After Jiang Lingyue finished speaking, she left the yard without hesitation, and Jingkong and Lu Beizhi were silent and did not stop her.

After Jiang Lingyue left, the expressions of the two men were a little calmer.

Jingkong looked at the empty bowl in front of him, and said, "Since the master has come in person and has taken out the painting, why don't you tell her?"

Lu Beizhi: "She doesn't care, so what's the point when I tell her? After all, it's all about the previous generation."

Jingkong smiled and said, "Some things don't exist if she doesn't care about them. Now that people have seen each other, it's impossible to take them back. What are you going to do?"

Lu Beizhi seemed to sigh, "Is the girl only eighteen years old this year? Tsk, I'm so young. There are some things that young people always have to hit the south wall before they are willing to turn around. Okay, I'll leave too. That boy Jun Beiyi is still waiting for me in the palace."

Jingkong: "Why don't you tell the girl about you and that kid?"

Lu Beizhi: "It's already annoying enough, why bother to make her look at me even more disliked? Some things, when she discovers them herself, are more convincing than me."

Lu Beizhi said, got up, raised his foot and walked out of the yard. When he reached the door, he turned around and looked at Jingkong and asked, "You said you wanted to wait for the girl to return to her position. Now she has returned. What about you? Are you going to be fooled outside for another twenty years?"

Jingkong: "Although the person is back, he is not her."

Lu Beizhi: "Everyone has his own destiny, she has her own way to go."

Jingkong looked at Lu Beizhi and smiled, "Master, have you agreed to Emperor Chu's request?"

Lu Beizhi: "I'm not for her. Emperor Chu is talented and ambitious. Even if it's not for her business, he will definitely find a way to achieve his goals. I'm just going with the flow."

Jingkong pointed to the painting on the table and said, "It took a lot of effort for the girl from the late Qing Dynasty to get this painting. You can take it away, it's the child's will."

Lu Beizhi snorted coldly and said lightly: "There are no people, what's the use of leaving a painting alone?"

His words were cold, but there was an indescribable desolation and sadness. After the words came, Lu Beizhi turned his head and left, leaving Jingkong alone in the yard.

The smile on Jingkong's face had disappeared. He stared at the scroll alone for a while. He didn't know how long it took. He reached out and seemed to be going to open the scroll, but his hand trembled slightly after touching it, as if he didn't dare to open it.
Chapter completed!