The wind was blowing fiercely on a winter night.
Standing at the door, Zhao Lu rubbed his hands, and the cotton-padded coat he just put on couldn"t resist the cold winter. He shrank his shoulders, turned and glanced behind him, the lights in the room were still on.
In the study, Jiang Yutang lowered his eyes and sat like this all night.
There were two paintings on the long huanghuali wood table in front of him. One of them was slightly browned by smoke. It was given to the prince before he went to Yangzhou that time. The person on the painting was Zhao Mingzhu.
As for the other painting... Jiang Yutang closed his eyes.
Shen Qingyun"s brows and eyes were on the drawing paper, each stroke was both unfamiliar and familiar to him. This painting was painted by him himself. Before her birth
