However, it wasn't the wedding gown that almost caused Dream Dala to break down. Even though the snow-white wedding gown completely outshone the shadow crystal dress she was wearing, it was the embodiment of all the beautiful fantasies and expectations a girl had towards love and marriage.
But what penetrated her heart was her in the portrait, the one she had seen five years ago.
In the portrait, she was wearing the most beautiful and holy wedding dress in the world, holding an artistic and gorgeous rose in her hand, just standing there.
She stood there quietly, her beautiful eyes full of infinite fantasy of happiness, and her beautiful face showed the happiest smile in the world.
That kind of beautiful vision, that kind of sweetness of love, that kind of aura, that kind of purity, could instantly crush everyone's heart.
This portrait was so realistic, so dreamy, almost more real than the real thing.
After seeing it, Meng Tuoluo froze in an instant.
Her eyes opened to the widest, and then she just stared blankly, and stared, and stared, and stared.
Her whole heart was instantly penetrated by this picture.
In her mind, she fell into a long-lost memory.
The most beautiful, the sweetest, the most painful memory.
That wedding, the one that condensed all her hopes, the one that she had sacrificed everything for.
She was a candidate for the Saintess of the Dragon Temple, and she could not fall in love or marry anyone for her whole life.
For him, she gave up her transcendental identity, and gave up her own faith. It should be known that once promoted to the Saintess of the Dragon Temple, she would be like a fairy, respected and worshiped by the whole world.
Because he was from the enemy country, her feelings were opposed by all her family members. Her parents swore that once she was with him, they would immediately break off the relationship between father and daughter and drive her out of the family.
In order to be with him, she abandoned her faith, abandoned her future, lost her family, and almost had nothing.
But she did not regret it. Because with his love, she had the whole world.
Everything she did, and sacrificed everything, was for that wedding, the one that condensed all her longing and hope.
However, at that wedding, as the groom, he betrayed her.
At the wedding, he just abandoned her. For the future, for power, he married another woman.
All the mockery, all the ridicule, swept over like a tide.
After losing everything, she lost her last love and hope. She became completely penniless and became the laughing stock of two countries.
From then on, the holiest star in the sky fell. She turned from an angel into a nightmarish black widow.
…
Looking at this portrait of Lan Ling, looking at the pure and innocent self of a few years ago.
In an instant, all the defenses in Meng Tuoluo's heart were shattered.
She had thought that the most painful and fragile wound had already healed, but now it was torn open again. It was even more painful than that night, so painful that she couldn't breathe.
"Ah …" Tears gushed out of her eyes as she screamed. Then, she covered her mouth and ran for her life.
Just like that night, she had also run out of the wedding hall like she had that night.
As for Lan Ling, he let out a long sigh of relief. He knew that he was halfway to success.
Her own painting had recreated the Meng Tuoluo from a few years ago, instantly piercing through her heart's defenses.
…
In the next two days, Meng Tuoluo didn't appear again.
Lan Ling's portrait brought her back to that infinitely beautiful and extremely painful memory. The torn open wound was dripping with blood, so she needed to hide in a corner and lick the wound in her heart to let it heal again.
After the pain, the awakened Meng Tuoluo then started to look at Søren, the prodigal's artistic talent.
She had to admit that Søren had really surpassed her in the art of painting. In terms of aesthetics, he seemed to have surpassed her too.
This instantly ignited Meng Tuoluo's competitive spirit. At that time, she was training with many nobles and even royal girls at the Dragon Temple in Yan Capital, including Princess Zhi Ning and Princess Jung Yeon.
In terms of both artistic and aesthetic attainments, Meng Tuoluo's attainments were the highest. Many times, although Zhi Ning was on par with her, when it came to critical moments, Meng Tuoluo's artistic attainments were still slightly higher.
Teacher Saintess had said that although Zhi Ning was extremely intelligent, she had too many thoughts and wasn't as pure as Meng Tuoluo. Therefore, at critical moments, Zhi Ning's artistic standards were slightly lower.
Previously, when Zhi Ning sent Søren's portrait over, she was still amazed by how realistic it was and how it was a new revolution in painting. She was still indignant. When did Zhi Ning, who was obsessed with politics, have such high artistic standards?
Now, it seemed that Zhi Ning was just a tiger drawing a cat. The real revolutionary in painting was the prodigal Søren.
She didn't expect his artistic attainments to be so high. In terms of painting and human body aesthetics, he actually surpassed her. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to design such a dreamy wedding dress.
Moreover, this person was so good at reading people's minds that he was able to completely deduce her transformation. That also meant that he had roughly deduced her identity.
This Søren wanted to wage a war with her, a war of intelligence, a war of art, and a war of heart.
She definitely couldn't lose. She definitely couldn't lose to a man, especially a talented and beautiful man.
Ever since she was betrayed by the man she loved, she would never admit defeat to any man.
Taking a deep breath, Meng Tuoluo was ready to fight again. This time, she wanted to defeat Søren completely, so that she could suck his blood without any qualms. There was no meaning in a man who was completely defeated by a woman in this world.
This time, she wanted to defeat Søren in what she was best at.
Meng Tuoluo reached out and stroked her slender, jade-like hands, then walked out leisurely.
Defeat Søren, then kill him!
…
There were still three days before the wedding.
Lan Ling finally saw Meng Tuoluo. She had changed into another dress today. It was a long, snow-white dress. It was a response to Lan Ling's "design" of the wedding dress.
After entering, a few barbarians followed behind, carrying a harpsichord.
Lan Ling couldn't help but be startled. It was really not easy to get this harpsichord in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
"Søren, do you know where the best artists in the world are?" Meng Tuoluo asked.
"In the Dragon Temple." Lan Ling said.
"Yes, in the Dragon Temple." Meng Tuoluo said: "The world's highest martial arts, the highest artistic attainments, the highest spiritual attainments, all of them are in the Dragon Temple, because the people inside do nothing but study these things every day."
After that, Meng Tuoluo sat down in front of the harpsichord, her waist and buttocks suddenly bent into a very charming and graceful curve.
"Do you understand music?" Meng Tuoluo asked.
Lan Ling nodded and said: "I know a little."
Meng Tuoluo said: "The wedding dress you designed last time is very good, indeed better than my shadow crystal dress. When we get married, I will wear the wedding dress you designed. How about it? I have already asked someone to do it. "
Lan Ling nodded and said: "Okay."
This meant that in the last round, Meng Tuoluo admitted defeat.
Meng Tuoluo continued: "But there must be a song at the wedding, right? Whether it is the Raging Wave Kingdom or the Yan Empire, there must be a song at the wedding banquet. If the bride and groom are very talented, it is best to compose a song themselves, so that the wedding will be unique. Can you compose music? "
"Yes." Lan Ling said.
Dream Dala clapped her hands and said, "It just so happens that I've also composed a song for our wedding. Why don't you compose one as well? Let's see which one is better, and then we'll choose it as our wedding song, okay?"
Lan Ling knew that Meng Tuoluo was not satisfied with being defeated by Lan Ling in her best field, so she issued another challenge.
Last time it was a challenge in aesthetic attainments, and this time it was a challenge in the field of music.
The second battle began, and the second step of Lan Ling's conquest of Black Widow also began.
Lan Ling immediately nodded and said: "Okay, it's a deal."
Meng Tuoluo said: "Is two days enough?"
Lan Ling said: "Yes. But if I win, what's in it for me? "
"You can't win." Meng Tuoluo was full of pride: "I believe that in this aspect, there are not many people who can surpass me."
Lan Ling said: "What if I win?"
Meng Tuoluo said: "If you really win, after the wedding, we will really consummate our marriage. How about that?"
Lan Ling knew that if he wanted to let a woman who wanted to kill him go, he must first win her heart, and to win her heart, he must first win her body.
"Okay." Lan Ling said.
"It's a deal." Meng Tuoluo said: "Let me tell you a secret. I am still a virgin. No man has ever really gotten me."
Lan Ling was not surprised by this result.
Then, Meng Tuoluo said: "Aren't you afraid that I will go back on my word?"
Lan Ling said: "I believe in the noble character of an artist."
Meng Tuoluo said: "Then goodbye, I will come again in two days, the day before the wedding."
Then, she left, leaving the harpsichord to Lan Ling.
…
Then, in these two days, Meng Tuoluo and the barbarian maids listened outside, and even quietly came to Lan Ling's room, wanting to listen to the music he composed.
However, no sound came out.
Through the secret compartment, she found that Søren was either lying on the bed in a daze, or playing with his fingers with his eyes closed, or writing on a piece of paper.
In short, he did not play a single note.
Meng Tuoluo was immediately disdainful. This was the most disdainful way of composing music to him. It was completely behind closed doors, a castle in the air.
For a full two days, he did not even produce a single note.
Although Meng Tuoluo knew that Søren would lose, he was still extremely disappointed that he could not produce a single note like this.
Two days flew by, and Søren still did not play a single note. Suddenly, Meng Tuoluo secretly laughed at himself. Facing a rich playboy, he actually had the desire to win.
When he walked into Lan Ling's room again, his hair was messy, and his eyes were red, as if he had not slept for two days and two nights.
"Søren, have you composed the music?" Meng Tuoluo asked.
"I have," Lan Ling said.
"Oh, then let's compete to see whose music is better," Meng Tuoluo said: "If you win, after the wedding ceremony, I will sleep with you."
Although her tone was light, it was full of confidence and a strong desire to fight.
"Okay," Lan Ling said.
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