Chapter 161

The shouts from the people in front of the portrait quickly carried to the back, and in the blink of an eye, the entire exhibition hall knew about it.

Empress Yuan has appeared! The person in the painting has blinked!

The order that the staff had just been trying to maintain collapsed instantly. People stopped queuing and waiting patiently, and rushed in like madmen. Even the staff stopped paying attention to the tourists and walked through the internal passage, rushing towards the portrait.

The scene became chaotic. In Rong Rong's eyes, it was as if a group of people had suddenly gone mad and were grabbing at her, especially those closest to her. They had even pounced on the glass in front of the painting.

Rongrong was really afraid that someone would suddenly smash the glass.

Small tic-tac-toe marks were faintly appearing on his forehead. Should he face the irrational crowd here, or go back to face that pervert Yan Junsheng?

Rong Rong thought it over and over and decided to go back. If all else failed, she would use props. She still preferred peace and quiet.

And so, at the most frenzied and excited moment, at the moment when more and more people crowded in front of the portrait, at the moment just before the protective glass of the portrait was about to be smashed.

The portrait of Empress Yuan, which everyone had been staring at, vanished instantly. The figure in the Moon Palace Beauty Painting vanished, leaving only a blank space in the center of the painting, with only a lonely laurel tree, a distant pavilion and artificial hill, and a pitiful-looking little jade rabbit on the ground...

Rong Rong thought she would be facing a furious Yan Junsheng when she returned, but that was not the case. In the original painting in the Southern Mansion, the scroll was still rolled up and held in someone's hand.

Rong Rong cautiously peeked out and saw that the person holding the scroll was a young man with an otherworldly air about him.

If Rong Rong didn't know she was in the modern world, she would have thought she was seeing some kind of immortal.

The young man had bright, clear eyes and features that were both strong and gentle, striking a perfect balance between the two. He was neither too cold and unapproachable, nor so gentle that people felt intimidated or treated casually.

As for the man's appearance, he is naturally handsome, but with his outstanding temperament, his appearance becomes less important and is easily overlooked.

Rong Rong didn't know who this was, but she was certain that he was a cultivator who understood metaphysics.

Oh no! That was Rong Rong's first thought.

She had to escape! Rong Rong was about to leave immediately, wanting to return to the portrait in the museum.

But the young man holding the scroll suddenly affixed a talisman to it.

In a flash, Rong Rong was pulled away from the scroll and fell into the young man's arms. Her hazy eyes met the young man's dark, deep, and smiling eyes.

"Empress Yuan? Rong Rong?" A surprised voice came from ahead, sounding somewhat familiar.

Rong Rong turned her head and saw that the confused Taoist priest who had come with Yan Junsheng that day was sitting in the passenger seat, leaning out and looking at her happily.

this......

"That's my senior brother Lin Jiyuan! We've come to save you!" Chen Muyang was still very excited.

Last night, Chen Muyang accidentally saw a familiar picture of a beauty in the moon palace on his senior brother's phone and immediately exclaimed in disbelief, "How do you have a picture of this painting?"

Lin Jiyuan's gaze instantly sharpened as he shot towards Chen Muyang, "You've seen this painting before?"

Lin Jiyuan's tone was hurried, clearly showing that he had lost his usual composure.

Aside from him, the archaeological team, and the people in the portrait, only those who visited the National Museum on the first day had seen it.

Since the portrait photos haven't been leaked, Chen Muyang couldn't possibly have seen them unless there's some hidden story he's unaware of.

Chen Muyang suddenly realized what was happening and, still trying to bluff his way out, stammered, "No, no..."

"Lying!" Lin Jiyuan interrupted coldly.

Chen Muyang shut up. He saw his senior brother looking at him with a serious expression. He hadn't seen his senior brother like this in a long time. He instantly turned into a quail, lowered his head, and dared not utter a sound.

Lin Jiyuan was very clever. He connected all the recent events related to Chen Muyang and made a decision almost without hesitation.

"You want her to come back to life?" Lin Jiyuan's breathing suddenly became heavy. He stared intently at Chen Muyang, not missing any of Chen Muyang's expressions.

Chen Muyang suddenly looked up, his pupils contracted sharply, and he shouted, "No!"

Lin Jiyuan suddenly smiled, his face brightening with sunshine. His tense body and racing heart returned to normal. He said in a clear and gentle voice, "Take me to see her."

And so Chen Muyang, along with Lin Jiyuan, snatched the portrait from Yan Junsheng's hands.

The thought of Yan Junsheng's furious yet helpless expression made Chen Muyang grin from ear to ear.

If he was initially annoyed that his senior brother knew about the existence of the fairy in the painting, now he felt fortunate that his senior brother knew.

If they had arrived even a little later, the fairy would have been forced to marry that deadpan man!

"With me and my senior brother here, no one will dare to touch you again!" Chen Muyang patted his chest, his face full of pride.

He believed he had rescued the beautiful princess from the evil dragon, and that he was the princess's most powerful! Oh no! The second most powerful knight!

Chen Muyang was so happy he almost floated away, completely ignoring that his princess was sitting in his senior brother's lap.

Rong Rong withdrew her gaze and looked at the young man, Lin Jiyuan. He smiled gently at her, tacitly agreeing with Chen Muyang's words.

Rong Rong had a good impression of this person; he was inexplicably trustworthy.

Being with Lin Jiyuan makes one unconsciously relax, feeling relaxed, comfortable and at ease.

Following her intuition, Rong Rong quietly followed Chen Muyang and the other person to Tianzhaomen.

Rong Rong's choice was not wrong; she became much more comfortable in Tianzhaomen.

There were no frightening gazes, no forceful coercion. Although there might be devoted admirers like Chen Muyang, the people of Tianzhaomen acted with great discretion and did not cause Rong Rong any trouble.

Or it could be said that because the sect leader's eldest disciple, Lin Jiyuan, was in charge, no one dared to be disrespectful to Rong Rong.

Lin Jiyuan himself, just like the impression he gives people, is a true gentleman who makes people feel like they are bathed in a spring breeze.

He has always been like this; perhaps the most outrageous thing he has ever done in his life was to have delusions about the painting of the Moon Palace Beauty.

But he was able to control himself well; at most, he would not tell others that there were two portraits of beauties, and he would secretly take one of them back to the Amaterasu Gate.

However, everyone in the Amaterasumon sect knew about it, but no one went outside to tell anyone.

Clutching their enormous treasures, everyone smiled enviously at the netizens outside, scratching their heads, wanting to see the portrait of Empress Yuan but unable to, each feeling extremely happy.

They can not only see the portraits, but also see the beauties in the paintings appearing right next to them. This damn sense of superiority is truly captivating!