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The painting shows a young woman, about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a lake blue summer skirt, leaning against a table, holding a chin with one hand and holding a book in the other hand, looking down at the book in her hand, with a faint sadness.

The woman's appearance is extremely beautiful, as bright as the bright moon. If Cen Xiyan saw this painting, she would definitely be surprised. The woman in the painting is 600% similar to her! She is even more imaginative than her modern mother!

Cen Ao looked at the woman on the painting in a daze, and gradually, his eyes became a little confused...

He put the scroll on the table, stretched out a hand, stroked the picture with a little trembling, gently touching the woman's cheek, but it seemed to be burned. He only touched it for a moment, and immediately retracted his hand.

He looked at the woman on the painting for a moment, and suddenly murmured to himself, as if he was asking the woman on the painting, and as if he was asking himself, "Is it because I was wrong... Is it because I was wrong..."

The woman in the painting would not answer him, and he felt confused and could not get the answer.

Later, Cen Ao felt drunk...

He was drunk after less than a pile of wine...

He seemed to see the woman in the picture smiling from him. He was about to reach out to touch her face, but he saw that the woman suddenly changed her face, glared at him, looked at him with resentment and anger, silently stating her grievance and disgust...

Cen Ao felt ache in his heart and felt guilty again. He no longer dared to look at the woman in the painting. He reached out and quickly rolled up the scroll, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

He carefully placed the scroll in the sandalwood box, carefully covered the lid, then held the box in his arms and gently stroked it...

That night, Cen Ao did not leave his study. He sat in the study with the sandalwood box that was decorated with paintings and sat all night.

...

That night, Cen Ao was not the only one who didn’t sleep all night.

Cen Lan returned to Cuibaiyuan, looked at the residence that had almost no change from ten years ago, and saw several old servants who had been serving him, and felt very moved.

Several servants who had been working in Cuibaiyuan couldn't help but burst into tears when they saw that the master had finally returned.

Cen Lan's heart was also very sour, but after all, the servant was a servant, with different status and different thoughts. He could only say a few words to them simply, but he could not talk too much.

Despite this, the servants were already very satisfied and did not dare to disturb Cen Lan's rest. They waited for him to take a shower and wash up, and then pushed them down.

Cen Lan couldn't sleep no matter what. She walked around the room seriously and gently stroked the things she had used many years ago. Her mood was surging, but it was difficult to say.

Finally, he sat at the table, opened the package he brought back, took out a tightly wrapped package from it, and after opening it layer by layer, a white porcelain vase was revealed.

The porcelain of the vase is not a top-notch porcelain, and the style is also very simple. It is just an ordinary porcelain vase. However, the patterns on the vase make the originally simple vase not simple in an instant!

The picture shows a woman, a young and beautiful girl, who is only fourteen or fifteen years old, dressed as a grassland woman, wearing a fiery red riding outfit, and riding a maroon horse under her body. The girl's face is full of glory, bright and brilliant! Her eyebrows and eyes are flying!

If Cen Ao saw this vase, he would definitely be shocked! The girl in the flower name looks exactly the same as the woman in the scroll he collected! But his temperament is completely different!

Cen Ao said that the woman in the collection of paintings has a gentle temperament, with a bookish atmosphere and a hint of sadness, and looks like a gentle and upright lady, a little sentimental lady.

The woman painted on Cen Lan, the vase, looks sunny and cheerful, bright and flying!

Although the woman on the scroll and on the vase has the same face, her temperament looks like two people!

This vase was obtained by Cen Lan accidentally during the years she left home, and he regarded it as a treasure.

Because of this vase, Cen Lan even more affirmed some of the things he had been guessing in his heart, as well as some clues he had investigated...

Cen Lan held the vase and gently stroked it. After a long time, she stood up and carefully stored the vase in the box where he used to hold precious items, and locked it.

Afterwards, he took out a few books from the package. These were some travel notes he recorded when he was away in the past few years, as well as some important and useful events he thought, and he started to read them seriously.

It was not until dawn that Cen Lan locked the books into the box, went to bed, closed her eyes to rest.

In the early morning, Cen Lan finished washing up and went to Furong Garden to accompany Old Lady Cen to have breakfast. After that, she chatted with Old Lady Cen until noon. After accompanying Old Lady Cen to have lunch, she left Furong Garden.

In the afternoon, Cen Lan suddenly came to Jinglan Pavilion and wanted to see Cen Xiyan.

Cen Xiyan felt very surprised, but she seemed to be expecting it.

Surprisingly, Cen Lan would come to Jinglan Pavilion to see her in person. After all, he is her third uncle and her elder. If he wants to see her, he just needs to send someone to pass on the message. There is no need to come here in person.

It was expected that when Cen Lan met her yesterday, she acted very abnormally. She guessed that this third uncle might have some connection with her mother, so that she was like this.

In fact, Cen Xiyan really doesn't want her biological mother to have such a bloody relationship with Cen Lan. Not to mention in this feudal time and space, even in modern society, such things are contrary to ethics and morality and are not tolerated by the world.

Cen Lan arrived at Jinglan Pavilion and saw Cen Xiyan beside him. She was curious about Cen Xiqin, and spoke to Cen Xiqin first: "Are you... Xiqin?"

Cen Xiqin was hit instantly!

She had officially met Uncle San yesterday, okay? Uncle San was not very sure who she was today!

"I am Xiqin. Xiqin has met his third uncle..." Cen Xiqin greeted Cen Lan, her voice weak and a little aggrieved.

Cen Xiyan also saluted Cen Lan, "Xiyan has met his third uncle, so I ask him to sit down."

Cen Lan nodded and sat down. Jingshuang and Yingxue quickly cooked tea, served fruits, snacks and other things.

"You don't have to serve you anymore, let's go down. I'll talk to your ladies for a while." Cen Lan said to Jingshuang and Yingxue.

Jingshuang and Yingxue couldn't help but look at Cen Xiyan. Cen Xiyan nodded slightly, and the two girls obediently retreated.
Chapter completed!