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Chapter 500 He Lying in a White Ice Coffin

Vision blurred, Zhiyun always regarded him as Han Qingrang.

"Remember, Lord Duke Louis." Zhiyun will remember.

Next, Zhiyun began to paint for him.

He stood next to the gramophone in his duke's formal attire, with a huge trumpet in the shape of a trumpet flower to his left.

Zhiyun has her extraordinary talent in painting, but in fact she is an amateur, and she still taught herself to paint, and she also learned these things when she was ill.

I still remember that I used the name [Bring a Knife] at first, and started to create and design clothing drafts on Mianhua. She was not short of money, and designed for fun. After her illness became serious, she didn’t touch these anymore, and she was quiet every day reading a book in bed.

It seems that all the skills in her body were learned when she was sick.

The outline is drawn very quickly, which is her specialty, and then slowly shaped...

Zhiyun painted with care, because it was Han Qingrang's face, she drew out the charm, but the tenderness that belonged to Han Qingrang was missing from those eyes.

Louis was very happy when he saw the paintings she drew for himself, as if he had acquired a rare treasure in the world, and cherished it very much.

He carefully took the painting off the drawing board, "Ali, actually there is tenderness in my eyes, but you can't see it."

Zhiyun didn't speak, just quietly watched him take care of the painting carefully.

He cared about her paintings and portraits like that, but he didn't overstep or approach her in the slightest.If it is said that he likes her, but when getting along with her, he is very alienated.

He couldn't put it down looking at the painting, forgetting about her beside him for a while, Zhiyun felt that he just entered it like this, and he probably didn't know.

Thinking about it, she went in, and sure enough, Louis was so engrossed in the painting that he didn't notice her leaving at all.

After a sleepless night, I finally waited for a new day.

The seven days that promised Louis had passed, and when Zhiyun went out, Louis was already waiting outside. It was a very beautiful pumpkin carriage, and five horses were pulling this pumpkin carriage.

Zhiyun thought: Is there another ceremony?
"Ali." Louis held out his hand to her, but Zhiyun didn't extend his hand, "Do you want to take this carriage?"

"Hmm." He nodded.

"I'll go by myself, thank you." She thanked, and then got on the pumpkin carriage by herself.

Louis also sat up and sat beside her, "Let's go."

On the way into the Fuji Mansion, Zhiyun and Louis had nothing to say until Louis took a white top hat and put it on her: "It's windy."

Where is the wind?
There was no wind, but Zhiyun did not refuse, allowing him to help him put on his top hat.

The closer he was to the palace city, the tighter Zhiyun's clenched hands were, thinking in his heart that the joints were a little white due to too much force, and the road was extremely smooth, even smoother than Zhiyun imagined.

But the more you go inside, it's like dark clouds and the sky is getting dark, very dark, very dark.

This kind of environment is very depressing and makes people breathless. No wonder there are so few people who can come in here. No wonder Louis doesn’t let her come in here alone. The atmosphere of death is everywhere...

This is a huge and empty room, except for the white ice coffin, which is in front of you...

"There he is, you go."

Louis raised his finger and pointed to the place——

It is a white ice coffin.

　Because there is a huge amount of manuscripts to be saved, it will always be floating and updated at 6000-8000, good night

　　
　
(End of this chapter)