The stall was covered with red concentric knots and embroidered pouches.
It was a young stall, and sitting next to him was a petite woman wearing a woman's bun.
Her hands were not so white. , weaving concentric knots very dexterously.
Seeing this, Feng Tianlan froze, remembering how she once learned to knit concentric knots from a small vendor.
The first time she knitted them, it was a bit ugly, even crooked, but Mo Bai kept it like a treasure, sometimes even more so.
Like a treasure, hanging on the belt is not ugly at all.
"Madam, don't make it up.
Get more rest and don't tire yourself."
"It's okay, otherwise you can see how boring I am just sitting here and not tired at all."
"If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have taught you how to knit, but now I'm burdening you."
The vendor blamed himself.
The woman smiled happily and said, "Husband and wife are of the same mind."
After listening to the two people's words, Feng Tianlan looked up and saw the small vendor walking behind the woman, squeezing her shoulders, talking, and occasionally shouting one or two words to sell, while the woman lowered her head and knitted a concentric knot.
There was a happy smile on his face.
Feng Tianlan raised her hand and touched the white orchid jade hairpin holding her hair in a bun.
She thought that Si Mobai had stood behind her many times, squeezing her shoulders and pulling up her hair.
She couldn't help but blush, "Mo Bai."
If Mo Bai was here, she would not be alone.
If Mo Bai was here, he would definitely be holding her hand and telling her that her husband would be there for her in everything.
If Mo Bai was here It's a pity that Mo Bai is not here, she is the only one holding everything together.
Feng Tianlan closed her eyes, forced the tears that were about to fall back into her eyes, and then raised her feet to leave.
The voices of the young couple became farther and farther away, and gradually became less audible.
Just like at this time, no matter what she said, What, Mo Bai won't appear by her side either.
Feng Tianlan put away her sad emotions and let her reddish eyes return to normal before heading to the Jialan Palace.
She walked in the Jialan Palace and found that this small but very strict Jialan Palace did not see any guards.
The silence was a bit scary, but the surroundings were extremely clean.
There was not even a fallen leaf, and the leaves on the trees were also very clean.
They are all green, as if spring has just arrived.
This is really a strange place, and the Imperial Master is even more strange.
When she came to the room where the Imperial Master met her in the past, the originally blank scroll on the wall now had more content.
She still looked like her from the side, and the man in the painting was still ink-white.
But this time, they were all holding sharp swords, and the white clothes on their bodies were already stained with blood.
She held the Ice Soul Sword in her hand and stabbed it in.
Feng Tianlan's pupils suddenly widened and she stepped back, "Impossible" How could she and Mo Bai meet with swords, how could she stab Mo Bai's heart like this.
The woman in the painting is definitely not her, but Feng Yunsheng "Miss Feng."
The Imperial Master walked out slowly.
When he saw Feng Tianlan's face turned pale and he was staring at the portrait, he raised his eyebrows inadvertently and soon returned to his original state.
Feng Tianlan recovered from the shock, raised his hand and used his spiritual power to take down the scroll.
The fire spiritual power came out from his palm and burned the portrait to ashes.
He turned around and looked at the Imperial Master with cold eyes, "General Imperial Master It’s a portrait of me and Mo Bai, what does it mean?”
I always draw such sad portraits.
"I just drew it based on what I saw with the Prediction Ball."
The Imperial Master sat down
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