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Text Chapter 01227 The beauty coming out of the grave (3)

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    Ma Xianglan felt that she had woken up from a terrifyingly long sleep, and her spirit and consciousness were slowly returning to her delicate body. An unprecedented energy made her feel particularly good.  His eyes immediately fell on his pair of beautiful hands that were as white and rosy as ginger onions, capable of playing the piano, painting, and serving men. He discovered that they were not as old and dry as they had been in his dream, but rather hydrated, white and tender, and seemed to be able to  After pinching out the water, a look of disbelief appeared on her pretty face.  This is the skin of girlhood, like satin, elegant, soft and smooth.  "However, I have reached middle age. Although I have been unwilling to grow old and worked hard to manage my appearance, I know that although I am beautiful in middle age, my skin is like porcelain. Although it is gorgeous, it is no longer soft.  No, I am already old. I remember growing old on such a painful night. My skin was like a rag, without luster and color. After that, I seemed to be dead Forcibly suppressing the doubts in her heart, she turned her eyes as clear as water.  Projected onto the faces of Zhang Dong and Su Daji who were looking at her with concern, they asked in a voice like an oriole singing: "Two gentlemen, am I dreaming? Or am I sick? Why do I feel like this is the first time I see you?  ?¡± ¡°Xianglan, do you still remember that you are Ma Xianglan?¡± Zhang Dong asked excitedly.  "Of course I remember. What happened? Am I dead? Isn't this a hell?" Ma Xianglan asked again doubtfully.  "Great, great, young master, it really worked. You are really the most amazing person in the world." Su Daji was so pleasantly surprised that she hugged Zhang Dong's arm and cheered. Now she can rest assured, Zhang Dong really has the ability to make people  The ability to resurrect the dead is simply unbelievable.  "It turns out she is a woman disguised as a man! What a beautiful girl." Ma Xianglan looked at Su Daji with strange eyes.  Zhang Dong, however, continued to look straight at Ma Xianglan who was sitting up from the bed, and said in a strange voice: "Xianglan, take a look at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall of this room. Maybe you can think of something." Ma Xianglan nodded.  He nodded, got out of bed gracefully, and then cast his gaze on the paintings and calligraphy on the wall.  There are two orchid works.  The first picture is a picture of an orchid with one leaf, which is her original way of painting orchids. Only one slanted leaf holds an orchid, which best reflects the quiet and ethereal charm of the orchid.  There is also a seven-character quatrain inscribed on the painting: One orchid leaf and one arrow flower, who would regret being lonely at the end of the world?  Since I wrote it on the silver paper, I am not afraid of wind, cold, rain or slant.  The second one is "Orchids hanging down from cliffs", and there is also a poem on it: The cliffs are filled with strange fragrance, and the hanging liquid is empty and makes passers-by busy; if the location is not a thousand feet high, it is inevitable that the rich family will wear their evening makeup.  The rest are all calligraphy works: "Fragrant wine and robes follow you, why is the east wind sad to see you off? The flowers flying along the stream are thin, and the weeping willows in the pavilion are so close; the sails are far away from the travelers, the lost couple's heart is late with the setting sun; the king is returning home with his eyes full of light.  "Don't tell me that the beauty of spring is too late." "The hibiscus dew is cold and the moon is faint, and the wind is clear and the wild geese are flying; I heard that the jade gate is thousands of miles away, and I send cold clothes to Xiao Zhu every night."  I have nothing to do in my boudoir, and I look forward to the boat all day long. "The sky is flying in the deep courtyard, the moon is hanging on the tall buildings, and the twin stars are fulfilling their promise. It is difficult to meet in the world, and the magpies are quietly watching in the sky. They still want to stop the shuttle. At this time, we meet.  But after she gave up her thoughts, Yao Jie sighed slightly, seeing her thin figure blowing in the cool breeze. "A look of obsession appeared on her pretty face, because the calligraphy and painting were so beautiful that her heart trembled.  situation.  Crystal tears flowed from his eyes. He turned to look at Zhang Dong and asked softly: "I seem to understand that I am indeed dead. These are all my works during my lifetime. However, these calligraphy and paintings are not my own handwriting."  My handwritten work is far less beautiful and far from reaching this level. Master, can you tell me what is going on?  A smart woman, she is indeed a unique woman. She has experienced such a complicated life and has taken everything lightly. She is still so calm when encountering such strange things." Zhang Dong admired in his heart.  This woman showed respect.  He took out a paintbrush, spread out a piece of snow-white paper on the desk, and swiped the pen rapidly. In just a few minutes, a raging river appeared on the painting. It was so lifelike that it seemed like he could hear the roar of the river.  , seems to be able to smell the water.  Su Daji and Ma Xianglan¡¯s pretty faces were filled with excitement and admiration. Such painting skills were truly unparalleled in ancient and modern times, astonishing them.  "Time is like this river, running forward day and night." Zhang Dong explained in a vicissitudes of tone while walking along the river.The various historical dynasties of China are written in the blank space on the side, including Three Emperors and Five Emperors, Xia, Shang, Zhou, Spring and Autumn Period, Warring States, Qin, Han, Three Kingdoms, Two Jins, Southern and Northern Dynasties, Sui, Tang, Five Dynasties, Song, Yuan, Ming,  Qing, Min, and modern times.  Then he framed these dynasties and continued: "People of each era live in different parts of the river, and it is difficult to see each other. Xianglan, do you understand what I mean?" "I understand what you mean.  , but I don¡¯t understand what you mean by saying this.¡± Ma Xianglan replied doubtfully.  "You will understand when I finish speaking. You lived in the late Ming Dynasty, and I live in modern times. However, because I admire you and like you, I can't bear to have you with such a beautiful heart sleeping in the grave like this.  Annihilated in history, so I tried every means to go upstream from modern times and came to the era 28 years after your death. I used a magical method to resurrect you. Now, you are 16 years old. From now on, you can continue  Live and live the life you want." Zhang Dong looked at the beauty with blazing eyes and explained concisely.  Ma Xianglan's pretty face turned red inexplicably, but after all she had experienced a life of fun, she first smiled sweetly at Zhang Dong, and then said in disbelief: "This, this, this is so unbelievable, so ridiculous and weird  , I really can¡¯t believe it.¡± ¡°Xianglan, in our time, science and technology were very advanced, and things you thought were ridiculous and weird became reasonable. I think, in fact, you already believe it, because you clearly remember everything about your previous life, but  Now you are only 16 years old." Zhang Dong said with a smile, "Please believe that I am here just for you. You attracted me deeply" Ma Xianglan was stunned for a while, then choked and said: "Thank you.  Thank you for your righteousness in resurrecting me. However, Xianglan has been in a difficult situation, and it is really difficult to fall in love with another person." Zhang Dong took out a tissue and gently wiped her tears, and said in a shocking voice: "Xianglan,  I know you better than you know yourself. I know everything you said in your previous life. On the night when you were celebrating Wang Zhideng's seventieth birthday, you suddenly understood a fact. Then you were despairing and your heart was broken. After you returned home,  He died of a serious illness." A look of pain appeared on Ma Xiangshui's pretty face, and he said excitedly: "Please don't mention him!" (Third update, please give me monthly votes and red votes.)
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