Chapter 162
The portrait of Empress Yuan was removed after only three days on display and will never be exhibited again. The National Museum of China has closed its doors, with the reopening date to be determined.
Everyone who had booked tickets received a refund from the museum. Confused and angry, some cursed and others wailed.
The incident has caused a great uproar online.
Why are they no longer exhibiting? I finally managed to snag a ticket! The National Museum of China is a scam! A complete fraud!
[Permanently ineligible for exhibition? That's going too far! Doesn't that mean we ordinary people will never see Empress Yuan's true face? And you wouldn't let people take photos when they were viewing the exhibition! Damn it, I'm so angry I cried!]
Does anyone know why? And really, no one secretly took photos?
Who exactly saw Empress Yuan's portrait in the first three days? Who are those 60,000 lucky ones? Tell me, or I'll kill him!
Amidst the online uproar, Li Yue quietly covered her online identity. Looking at the last comment, she felt incredibly happy and thanked her friend for the nth time for dragging her to the museum that day.
Li Yue looked down at the portrait of Empress Yuan that she had drawn from memory, and felt a little pleased.
Museums don't allow photography, but they seem to have forgotten that some of the visitors are art students.
However, her painting skills were not good enough, far inferior to those of Huang Gongwang, and she failed to reproduce even a tenth of the beauty of the beauties in Huang Gongwang's paintings, but it was still stunning enough.
Unconsciously, Li Yue stared blankly at the painting on the table until her phone rang, finally snapping her out of her daze.
It was a call from a friend; he probably wanted to ask her for the drawing.
Just as Li Yue was about to press the answer button, she glanced at the computer screen and was stunned by the comments on it.
[Rumor has it! The National Museum closed because of a paranormal event. The portrait of Empress Yuan moved, and Empress Yuan herself disappeared in full view of everyone. In other words, Empress Yuan's spirit appeared! She came back to life!]
[The person upstairs isn't bragging like that. Why don't you say you saw Empress Yuan herself, that she smiled at you, and even chatted with you over tea? Are you dreaming?]
When Chen Muyang saw this comment, he glanced at Rong Rong, who was drinking tea beside him, and his mouth stretched from ear to ear.
He was having tea and chatting with Empress Yuan herself!
"What are you doing? Trying to eat a child?" Rong Rong asked expressionlessly, taking a sip of tea from her teacup. She was already used to Chen Muyang's somewhat simple-minded appearance.
Chen Muyang choked on his saliva, coughed violently, and shook his head desperately, "No! No!"
"It's kind of scary if the mouth doesn't open that wide." Rong Rong put down her teacup and smiled at Chen Muyang. Chen Muyang's breath caught in his throat, and his face instantly turned bright red.
Lin Jiyuan, standing nearby, shook his head and poured more tea for Rong Rong. He used to be the one who protected his junior brother the most and wouldn't allow anyone to bully him, but now he let Rong Rong tease Chen Muyang.
Online, netizens, unaware of the inside story, launched a fierce attack on the person spreading the rumors. Only a very few people who had witnessed paranormal events began to believe what this person said.
Some of these rumors aren't entirely unfounded, and besides, it's not just one person saying this online; it's just that fewer people are saying it.
Ordinary people are unaware of this, but those in the Xuanmen (Taoist sect) not only know it clearly, but some have even participated in it.
The National Museum of China immediately invited members of the Metaphysics Association to investigate the portrait.
The final conclusion was that the painting had developed sentience, meaning the person in the painting had become a demon.
What's even more unusual is that there are actually two versions of this painting of a moon palace beauty. The fairy in the painting can move freely between the two versions. In addition to the one in the National Museum of China, the other version is in the hands of Amaterasumon.
The National Museum of China wanted to acquire the painting by Amaterasumon, but unfortunately, the deity in the painting was unwilling, and Amaterasumon refused to give it up, so the National Museum of China ultimately had to give up.
Anyway, the portrait will never be exhibited again. Why, you ask?
How can you exhibit a blank portrait? Are you suggesting that Rong Rong remain motionless as a model indefinitely? Who would be willing to do that? And who would dare?
The matter passed peacefully, with netizens still debating why Empress Yuan's portrait was buried. Unfortunately, they will never get the answer, or perhaps the answer is right in front of them, but they don't know it.
Other members of the Xuanmen sect longed to meet Empress Yuan, but the Tianzhao Sect protected her very closely, so they had no opportunity.
There was nothing I could do; I couldn't beat them in a fight. So I could only keep finding excuses to visit the Amaterasumon sect, hoping that one day I might get lucky and run into the fairy in the painting.
From then on, the Amaterasu Gate became bustling with activity, and many more people wanted to become disciples of the Amaterasu Gate.
Lin Jiyuan wanted to reconstruct Rong Rong's physical body, but Rong Rong refused.
She felt that she was fine as she was now, able to move freely and even pass through walls, wasn't that better than being an ordinary person?
Thinking of Rongrong, she ran to the National Museum and had hot pot with the museum staff.
Alas, life in the mountains is inconvenient; some good things are unavailable.
Rong Rong sighed, looking at the various exquisite little gifts prepared for her by the staff, her body swaying slightly involuntarily.
Rong Rong gave up on the second task because she was giving up and giving up.
Although Lin Jiyuan gave her a great deal of freedom, he didn't completely ignore her. If she wanted to go down the mountain to do something, she still needed to explain it to Lin Jiyuan.
Sometimes, for her safety, Lin Jiyuan would send people to follow her, and sometimes he would even accompany her down the mountain himself.
If Lin Jiyuan knew that she was going to find Lu Yichen just to trick the female lead out of her magical treasure, he might personally get the treasure for her.
That would be troublesome. She only wanted to deceive him to create opportunities for the male and female leads to interact, not to actually steal the female lead's magic weapon.
Thinking about how Lu Yichen and Yan Chuyao come to the mountain to find her every few days, and how their relationship with the female lead hasn't progressed at all, Rong Rong felt very tired.
It's crashed! It's completely crashed!
I'm done playing!
Rongrong yanked off the flower in front of her and threw it into the stream in front of her.
"Unhappy?" A shadow suddenly loomed over him as Lin Jiyuan sat down next to Rong Rong.
Rong Rong didn't speak, and continued to pluck another flower. Lin Jiyuan's clear voice, tinged with a gentle smile, said, "I'm going on a mission tomorrow, want to come along?"
Rong Rong turned around abruptly, her eyes sparkling like a big-eyed kitten. Lin Jiyuan's heart softened, his gaze gentle and tender. He wanted to pat Rong Rong's head, but he restrained himself.
Rong Rong knew that Lin Jiyuan often went on missions and had long been curious about him. She was excited to think that she could follow him and see all sorts of wonders in the world.
After that, Rong Rong's life did become much more exciting, while Lin Jiyuan's mission became much more difficult.
With Rong Rong around, all sorts of demons and monsters want to snatch her away.
Fortunately, Lin Jiyuan was very strong and always protected Rong Rong perfectly. Rong Rong didn't want to be a burden, so she worked hard to cultivate and gradually became Lin Jiyuan's capable assistant.
Rong Rong thought this was how her life would be in this world.
But one day, two new disciples joined the Tianzhao Sect, which changed her life.
"Rong Rong!" Yan Chuyao grinned, wearing a rabbit headband, a handsome little suit, and a fluffy rabbit tail tied behind his back. Despite the strange looks from the crowd, he stood confidently in front of Rong Rong.
Beside him stood Lu Yichen, a handsome young man with a cool and aloof demeanor, though his cheeks were slightly flushed and he unconsciously leaned to one side, as if eager to get away from Yan Chuyao.
A sudden clap of thunder on a clear day surprised Rong Rong, who never expected that the two of them would actually track her down to the Amaterasu Gate.
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