Chapter 275 The Woman on the Painting (2)

She looked overly shocked and stunned. The heart hidden under her chest first missed half a beat, and then jumped violently.

She couldn't control this terrible heartbeat at all, her whole heart seemed to jump out of her throat.

As her heart beat wildly, her breathing became disordered and rapid.

Not only were the hands holding the painting trembling, but the whole body was trembling, and his face became very pale.

The brain was buzzing, the consciousness was slack, and the thoughts could not be drawn for a long time.

How could this be?

How could the woman in the painting be the face of her previous life?

It's so clear, so clear.

When she came to this world, she checked the Internet.

There is not much history about Concubine Song of the X Dynasty. It is recorded that she fought with the emperor of the X Dynasty, and then she died in the battle. There is not even a portrait of her that has been passed down to this day.

Not to mention Concubine Song, even the portraits of the emperors were drawn indiscriminately, which was very different from the portraits of real people.

Dongfang Xuan's face is the same as Gu Yanhao, probably because of his long-term dressing, he is more burly and stronger than Gu Yanhao.

But in the portrait recorded in history, it is an old man, a fat and short old man, and his facial features are painted like a monkey face——

How could there be such a clear portrait of her here in Mu Gu?

Moreover, there is a portrait of her sitting on the swing in a concubine costume after being put into the cold palace, sad and trancey. One is of her on a horse, holding a spear.

The picture of riding on a horse is very clear. She holds a spear in hand and is about to throw it forward. During the battle, her sleeve is torn, and the bleeding wound on her arm is vividly drawn.

New wounds, old wounds, are all on it, women disguised as men, heroic and valiant, the country does not allow men...

If it wasn't for the person I was most familiar with, how could the painting be so clear, even the old arm injury was not spared——

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in Song Wuyou's heart.

She clutched her heart violently and staggered a bit.

The portrait of the other hand, because of the pain in the heart, the five fingers were tightened, and she was pinched and wrinkled.

Mugu...

Who is Mugu?

Mu Xin, who looks exactly like her sister-in-law, and Gu Yanhao, who looks exactly like Dongfang Xuan, who are they?

This is a modern drawing paper, a modern brush, and it must have been drawn by Mu Gu.

Mu Gu... how did he know Concubine Song's face?

How do you know the details of her past life, even when she was sitting on the swing in a sad state...

There was a sudden pain in the heart again, the throat was sweet, a fishy smell overflowed from the throat, followed by a viscous liquid...

Song Wuyou pursed her lips tightly and gritted her teeth, but she still couldn't stop the liquid, blood, from flowing out of the corners of her mouth.

She panicked, raised her head and wiped it, dropped the drawing paper, and rushed out of the room, towards the bathroom.

Gu Yanhao and Mu Gu walked in.

Mu Xin and Xu Jing are watching TV series while eating nuts in the living room.

Gu Yanhao didn't see Song Wuyou and asked, "Where's my wife?"

Mu Xin smiled and said, "I went upstairs to rest. Sister Wuyou said she was very tired."

When Gu Yanhao heard this, his sword brows twitched, this woman is very weak.

He also went upstairs, and he wanted to rest with her.

Mu Gu came over and grabbed a handful of pistachios, and said to Mu Xin, "I'll also go upstairs to rest and ask the steward to prepare the barbecue materials for the evening."

Mu Xin nodded: "Well, I'll tell the steward in a while."

Mu Gu went upstairs and quickly returned to his room.

When he appeared at the door of the room, looking at the drawing paper on the ground, and the fragrance in the air that had not yet dispersed, Mu Gu's eyes suddenly sank, and his face changed greatly...