Chapter 903 It's Hard to Be a Good Person in This World

Long Yutian twitched the corner of his mouth in embarrassment, then turned his gaze to the butler with an O-shaped mouth.

"Housekeeper, what are those colorful things in your hand?"

The old housekeeper swallowed his saliva and flattered him: "Third Master, this is the self-portrait Miss Qian drew for you just now, and she said it was a gift for you."

"Show me quickly." Long Yutian was agitated, hurriedly took the painting from the butler's hand, and happily said to Qian Duoduo: "Duo'er, this king knows that he is very brave and handsome. Yes, the court painter has painted a lot of portraits of the king, why do you have to work so hard and insist on doing it yourself-this painting-what is this?"

Long Yutian was narcissistic at first, but the moment he opened the drawing paper, he was so scared that he almost jumped out of bed.

There was a creep in my heart, who was this person who was so dead that only a bloody head was left after being dismembered by five horses?

Qian Duoduo smiled like a little fox in spring, shaking her head.

"This is your headshot, it's called "The Death of the Dragon's Asan", isn't it poetic and picturesque?"

Long Yutian was instantly stimulated by the painting and the weird name.

Eyelids fluttered, eyes stomped, and frightened away in a second.

Qian Duoduo stretched out her leg and kicked the bed: "Ah San, Long Ah San?"

Seeing that the man who passed out on the bed didn't respond, Qian Duoduo sighed and muttered: "Didn't you just draw a picture for you? Is there any need to be so moved? I passed out from excitement~ Hey, in this world, it’s hard to be a good person?!”

Qian Duoduo handed over all the current matters to the housekeeper, and then left the room.

Dragging Ziwei who was waiting at the door, she went all the way to the underground ice cellar of the palace.

"Mr. Qian, why did you bring me here at night? It's eerie."

Ziwei rubbed her arms coldly and asked curiously.

"I want you to meet someone, maybe you will know him." Qian Duoduo calmly kept a mystery, walked directly to Long Yutian's ice bed, pointed to the front, and said: "Ziwei, you Look at the corpse lying on the bed, does it look familiar to you?"

Take her to see the corpse at night? Still hiding such a secret, Mr. Qian's thinking is becoming more and more unpredictable.

After a while of knotting in Ziwei's mind, she looked in the direction of Qian Duoduo's finger.

As a result, a burly man was lying on the cold ice bed.

Because of being refrigerated for a long time, the whole body did not rot or deform.

From the appearance of clothes, it is clearly visible.

Ziwei's footsteps suddenly seemed to be nailed in place, and she stared at the corpse with wide eyes.

"Brother—brother!"

Almost like going crazy, Ziwei let out a heart-piercing cry, and threw herself directly at the corpse.

Turning her head to look at Qian Duoduo, she burst into tears and said, "Miss Qian, why did my brother become like this? What's going on?"

Qian Duoduo stretched out her hand, stroked Ziwei's long hair, comforted her twice, and replied truthfully: "Before I knew you, Long Chaohan sent people to assassinate Ah San, including your brother, but the mission failed. so--"

She paused for a moment with deep meaning, and did not say that he committed suicide by taking poison, but changed the topic appropriately.

"I think he is also a hero with strong martial arts. I couldn't bear him to be abandoned in the wilderness, so I brought him here, but I didn't expect to see the crape myrtle flower that was exactly the same as your tattoo behind him. I thought he would There is some kind of relationship between Hui and you, so I will bring you to confirm."