Turnaround Life: The Rebirth Elegy of the Wealthy Wife

"Brother Kaichen, shall we go eat Liushui noodles today?"

Ever since Zhuang Mei recognized her relatives, Tang Wenwan naturally regarded Jiang Kaichen as her elder brother.

"After all, I'm only 18 years old now. It's too early to do whatever I want. It's better for me to have an ambiguous relationship with my brother and sister for two years and have a flexible relationship."

In the face of the new situation, Tang Wenwan from the other world has her own plans.

“Uh… okay…”

Since that day, Jiang Kaichen's heart went from feeling lost to feeling anxious. He was already confused about love, and now he was completely confused by Zhuang Mei's magic operation.

A gust of wind blew by, bringing with it the fresh air of the mountains. Miyamoto Ryoo felt as if he had traveled to another world, where time stood still and the troubles of the world gradually withdrew.

He was immersed in the quiet and harmonious atmosphere, feeling the wisdom and power conveyed by the temple. The sunlight shone on him through the gaps in the leaves, illuminating his calm face and announcing the peace of his soul.

"Brother Kaichen, you must have never tried to eat noodles directly in the stream. The noodles flow toward you with the stream, and you have to be quick to scoop them up. Hahahaha."

Suddenly, the cheerful voice of a girl as cheerful as a yellow bird came into my ears from not far away, refreshing the heart amid the rustling sound of the bamboo forest.

Miyamoto Ryoo turned his head and saw a young man and woman walking out from the depths of the bamboo forest in the backyard. The man was tall and dressed in black, making the little girl in a white Taoist robe beside him look like a mountain elf.

As soon as the "crash~" sound was heard, Miyamoto Ryoo raised his hand.

“No need to clear the venue”

He whispered to the hermit beside him.

He quietly watched the beautiful couple walking out of the mountain gate. For some reason, he felt a strong sense of envy in his heart.

Only after the figure disappeared did he shake his head to calm himself down, look down at the amulet in his hand, and walk towards the temple.

"Are you here to find the painting, the painter, or yourself?"

In the Zen room at the back hall, Hashimoto Kosuke handed the visitor a cup of tea and asked slowly.

Kanmoto Ryoo, the current crown prince of Japan, came to the temple because of an amulet given to him by his sister.

“Looking for the painting, the painter, and myself!”

After taking a sip of tea, he thought for a while and answered slowly.

"what happened to you?"

Hashimoto Kosuke continued to ask.

"I~"

Guan Ben Liangxiong was speechless for a moment, he raised his head abruptly, his eyes suddenly turned red with a mixture of irritability and violence.

"Prince!"

The hermit who was standing not far away approached him skillfully and quickly lifted him up, but he was still unable to stop him and he broke the corner of the table.

Kosuke Hashimoto stared at the broken corner of the table and frowned.

"Grandmaster!"

Qianqiu had already knelt down in fear. Although they were used to the prince losing control, they didn't expect that he would lose control of himself in front of the master.

"How long has he been like this?"

Hashimoto Kousuke sighed and asked Chiaki.

"After the Queen passed away at the beginning of the year, the internal turmoil began to increase frequently. Before that, it was sometimes good and sometimes bad."

Qianqiu answered while kneeling, glancing at the trembling prince, his words full of pity.

Hashimoto Kosuke nodded, looked at Guanben Liangxiong again, thought for a while before speaking.

"Let him stay. Find a way to keep the news secret from the outside world."

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"Sister, who is he? He smells so scary."

Guan Benliangxiong had been meditating with them for several days, and finally, Hashimoto Xue couldn't help but whispered to Tang Wenwan.

Tang Wenwan also quietly looked behind her, and saw a man in a black Taoist robe in the corner, with his eyes lowered in thought, his face hard and cold. Even though he was sitting in the most inconspicuous place, the murderous aura around him made the air drop a few degrees unconsciously.

Perhaps he felt he was being watched, the man suddenly looked up, frightening Tang Wenwan so much that she turned around and murmured:

"The mind is free from worries, and because it is free from worries, there is no fear~~"

"Yeah, you must be scared too, he looks like he wants to eat someone, I don't know where the master picked it up from."

Seeing Tang Wenwan's frightened look, Hashimoto Xue leaned towards her and continued to complain.

Tang Wenwan closed her eyes and quickly recited the Heart Sutra again before opening her eyes to argue with Hashimoto Xue. She saw a pair of large feet appear on the ground in front of her. The involuntary tightening of her spine made her feel a chill for no reason.

"Ms. Tang Wenwan?"

Tang Wenwan looked up and saw that the man in black robe was indeed standing in front of her.

"you are?"

It felt like a giant was pressing down on her head, and Tang Wenwan almost fell backwards with her head raised high.

"I want to learn painting from you."

The Black King Kong did not answer Tang Wenwan's question, but made his own request.

"Ah? Okay~"

As Hashimoto Yuki's face was filled with shock, Tang Wenwan had no idea how she had managed to accept such a strange disciple in such a position that her neck was almost broken.

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"You painted this~~~"

Tang Wenwan was upset when she saw the entire easel was almost covered with black ink. She never thought that the reason why her family never accepted apprentices was so hard to explain.

"Is it not good?"

Guan Ben Liangxiong, feeling that he had found a way out in the painting, stood in front of his painting with a sense of accomplishment, looking down at the little man in white in front of him as if he were offering a treasure.

"Well, it's not bad."

Tang Wenwan stood in front of the painting and tried her best to organize her words.

"I mean, are you feeling sad?"

Tang Wenwan was immersed in the painting in front of her. She felt like she was being grabbed by countless dark hands. The feeling of being imprisoned to the point of suffocation made her feel a little breathless.

"How sad you must be!"

Staring at the screen, Tang Wenwan confirmed it again.

"Really? The kind of sadness that makes you often unable to control yourself?"

Tang Wenwan was talking to herself until she turned around and found that Black King Kong had been held up and knelt down by two black-clad hermits who appeared out of nowhere.

Tang Wenwan was so scared that she stepped back and bumped into the painting. Her whole body was stained by the undried black ink, and she looked like a struggling white lotus in a pool of black water.

"What happened to him?"

Tang Wenwan looked in horror at the man in front of her whose eyes were red, breathing heavily, and looked like he was about to pounce on her at any time.

For the first time, she felt that she was facing not just one person, but a wild beast that was about to get out of control, and she couldn't help but feel a little creepy.

"Is he going to transform?"

With a trembling voice, Tang Wenwan could no longer figure out who she was and where she was.

"I'm sorry Miss Tang, the prince can't be provoked."

Qianqiu held Guan Ben Liangxiong's shoulders tightly and explained to Tang Wenwan with an apologetic look.

"Stimulated?"

Tang Wenwan turned around and looked at the black ink picture that was stained by her own flesh.

He turned around suddenly, pointed at Black King Kong, covered his mouth and shouted:

"Prince?!"