Li Qingluo pointed to the other scrolls and said, "Ashi, these are the paintings I brought out of the secret room that day."
"The tyrant thought I had burned them all, and it really pissed him off."
"I'll bring them all out to you now."
"I only want one. Mother's painting, maybe it can really save Master."
Duan Rongshi reached out and touched the drawing paper, his eyes full of disbelief.
"Mother...that's exactly what she looks like. Exactly the same as I remember her."
"After all these years, he can still draw the image of my mother."
At this moment, Duan Rongshi's feelings towards Zong Zheng Langri became more complicated.
He looked down at his wife in front of him, and then thought of the day when he met Li Qingluo in the secret passage behind the rockery. She was not only dragging Zong Zheng Langri, but also laboriously carrying a huge package.
At that time she said she would go home and watch it together.
Now he understood what she had risked her life to bring back.
It is a portrait of my mother.
It was a thought that she had to give him despite all the hardships.
Not only that, she also took a wooden horse from her mother's childhood from the cold palace.
Duan Rongshi's heart had already softened to pieces.
His Luo'er, has him in her heart!
Thinking of this, Duan Rongshi stroked Li Qingluo's cheek and lowered his head to kiss her again.
After another long kiss, both of them became a little breathless.
However, this is not a place for intimacy.
Both of them were afraid of dirtying their mother's portrait.
So, they quickly separated from each other and opened the other scrolls to appreciate them carefully.
These paintings are both new and old.
And each painting is exactly the same as Zong Zheng Qingyue's.
They seemed to see together the young girl Zong Zheng Qingyue, how beautiful and charming she was.
It's so close, yet so far away.
However, why could the mother's painting become the key to saving Nangong Di?
"I haven't figured this out yet."
"Perhaps, you will understand when you go to the Western Regions."
Duan Rongshi: "You risked your life to bring these here, so there's no need to ask me. Just take whichever one you like."
"If you can really save Mr. Nangong, Mother will not have any objections."
Li Qingluo picked out a painting of Zong Zheng Qingyue wearing a long red dress.
"Ashi, I will definitely cherish this painting and will not let Mother damage it in any way."
"It's as important as my life!"
Duan Rongshi glanced at her forehead and said, "If my mother is still alive, she would also hope that you would value your own life more."
"Luo'er, if it's absolutely necessary, save your life and destroy the painting."
"Remember what I said, I want you to come back to me safe and sound."
The two of them gently touched their foreheads together, and the sadness of parting surged into their hearts again, and Li Qingluo felt even more uncomfortable.
They quickly packed up and went out together.
Although Li Qingluo wanted to buy everything.
But she didn't plan to take a carriage on this trip.
Riding a horse will be faster.
The carriage would delay the journey too much, so Li Qingluo simply gave up this mode of travel.
Therefore, it is best to pack lightly.
In the end, he only brought a few gifts for Mrs. Pei.
"It would be the biggest surprise for my grandmother to see me. She wouldn't mind."
When Li Qingluo arrived, he bought two more things for the little baby.
Alan is about to give birth.
Although he is her junior uncle, from a family perspective, she is also his sister-in-law.
Although they are called by different names, gifts for the little nephew must not be missed.
The two also had a meal together on the street.
But Duan Rongshi was very picky and only moved his chopsticks a few times.
Li Qingluo took him back to the mansion early.
She went to the kitchen and tinkered with it for an hour, and finally prepared a table full of his favorite dishes.
"Ashi, come and taste my cooking skills and see if they have deteriorated."
The food in the bowl in front of Duan Rongshi soon piled up into a small mountain.
Seeing her busy face flushed, Duan Rongshi took a bite without hesitation.
Sure enough, as always, it was his favorite flavor.
He smiled and nodded heavily: "Luo'er's craftsmanship is the same as before."
After saying that, he began to eat slowly, bite by bite.
He took every chopstick without hesitation, nor did he show any dislike.
Li Qingluo propped up his head and watched him eat.
In fact, it had been a long time since she had cooked a meal for him herself.
Whenever I think about it, I feel really guilty.
Knowing that he is picky.
However, she was busy with her own things and could not spare the time every day, so she had not let him taste her cooking for a long time.
Watching him eat bite by bite, Li Qingluo felt both happy and sad.
"I will definitely cook for you more often in the future."
"Ashi, I'm sorry."
"I have cared so little about you since we got married."
"We are both busy with our own things, and we are often apart. You just came back from Daliang, and I have to leave again..."
"Ashi, when everything is settled, I will never ignore you like this again."
As Li Qingluo spoke, he picked up a handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Duan Rongshi held her hand.
"No problem."
"Luo'er, do you still remember the sweet potato feast you made at Qingsong Temple?"
"That was the first time I ate food cooked by Luo'er."
"Actually, it's not that delicious."
"But the strange thing is that Luo'er's cooking skill can capture the taste buds of my tongue."
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