MTL - Lord Wei’s Fiancee is a Mystic Arts Expert-Chapter 332 painting on the wall
After Mrs. Qin left with Qin Yan, I began to plan my next business. I didn't take what Qin Yan said to me to heart at all, because I knew myself.
But my mother learned from Mrs. Qin that Qin Yan has always been thinking about me. She and my father asked me what happened. .
My parents were shocked. They never thought that I, who had been raised by them in the deep boudoir, would have the courage to do such a thing. My father made a decisive decision and immediately asked the housekeeper to take over my tailor-made clothing store, and asked my mother to look after people for me immediately. No matter what purpose the Qin family wants to marry me, my father feels a little scared.
However, without exception, the families my mother visited for me all rejected me. Parents faintly felt that someone seemed to be doing something behind their backs.
It wasn't until that day that Qin Yan's father, Qin Feng, came to visit in person that his father recognized him. It turned out that the Qin family and the Feng family are related. The Qin family turned out to be the neighbors of my former hometown. That day, my father had a whole day of detailed talks with Lord Qin, and then he personally sent Master Qin to leave.
In the early morning of the next day, my father asked me in front of my mother if I would like to become Qin's wife and Qin Yan's wife.
I froze in place, even though the Qin family and my family used to be neighbors, but now the identities of the two families are obviously different, why would my father ask me like this.
After a long time without my answer, my father sighed and explained why the Qin family came here. The Qin family is not satisfied with the status quo. They want to become the master of this land, and what Qin Yan needs is a A wife with courage and resourcefulness, not a vase.
When my father asked me this, I seemed to understand that he had already decided to side with the Qin family. I asked my father to give me a day to think about it.
The next day, I asked Qin Yan out.
After getting Qin Yan's promise, I told my parents that I would like to be Qin's wife and someone who will accompany Qin Yan.
The Qin family and the Feng family quickly settled on the marriage between Qin Yan and me, and I became Qin Yan's fiancée. I also often go in and out of Qin Yan's study room. Qin Yan often points to the painting hanging on the wall and tells me that after everything settles down, he will take me to travel around the world...
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Feng Nian withdrew her hand from A Zhu's body, and at that moment just now, she had already remembered the painting on the wall of Qin Yan's study. She walked to the stone wall and began to piece it together. strong reading
Soon, the familiar picture appeared on the stone wall, and the stone wall also made the sound of the mechanism turning. In front of everyone, a passage appeared.
Feng Zhishu had already burst into tears, "It turns out that this puzzle is the painting on the wall." Since Qin Yan still remembers that painting, why has he been refusing to see himself for so many years. Zhang Si
"Let's go, maybe the answer you want is waiting for you." Feng Nian signaled Feng Zhishu to get up, and followed the crowd to continue walking. control big owls
Walking through the long passage, a main tomb appeared in front of everyone's eyes. In the center of the tomb, there is a huge coffin.
Seeing this coffin, Ah Zhu shed tears again. Looking at Ah Zhu's appearance, those tears were shed by Feng Zhishu attached to her body. No need to ask, the person in this coffin must be Qin Yan.
However, Feng Nian frowned, and asked in a deep voice, "Were you and the Qin family the only ones who handled this tomb?"
Feng Zhishu nodded, and then replied, "Well, they are all trusted people around Qin Yan. The stone wall and stone formation outside were proposed by them."
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