Qin Dynasty snare people

The next day.

The weather was clear and cloudless.

Hanwang Palace, Baixiang Hall.

This is the exclusive hall belonging to Madam Mingzhu, which contains incense materials from various places. Madam Mingzhu is best at preparing passion fruit to serve the King of Han. It is deeply loved by King An of Han, and King An of Han will visit him almost every few days. I will come to Baixiang Palace to experience the new products prepared by Madam Mingzhu.

The windows around the hall were covered with curtains to prevent strong light, and only weak light fell on the floor.

With these weak lights, the furnishings in the hall can be seen clearly.

Wooden shelves like medicine cabinets are displayed inside, and each small drawer is marked with a name. Judging from the quantity, it is extremely large, involving not only incense, but also Chinese medicine and even poison.

now.

There is a table near the window. The proud Lady Mingzhu is kneeling beside her, holding a small weight made of pure gold in her hand, with the required medicinal materials placed on it, with a pair of enchanting and attentive eyes. Looking at the scale, his expression is focused and his posture is enchanting.

I do not know how long it has been.

A maid slowly walked in from outside the palace, her footsteps seemed to be silent, and she floated behind Madam Mingzhu like a ghost. She lowered her head and called in a low voice: "Madam."

"lay down."

Mrs. Mingzhu still focused on the scale, moved her thin lips lightly, and said lightly.

The maid bent down respectfully and gently placed the wooden board in her hand on the table beside her. This painting was sent to the palace by Luo Yan today.

As the plank was lowered.

A flash of surprise flashed through Mrs. Mingzhu's beautiful, calm eyes. This was the first time she heard that someone used wooden boards for painting. She was a little curious. She couldn't help but paused slightly in her hand movements, and looked over with her beautiful eyes. Regarding what happened yesterday, He was a very good-looking young man, and he left a deep impression on her.

On the one hand, it was because of the message sent by his cousin Xueyi Hou, and on the other hand, Luo Yan was indeed quite interesting and spoke very nicely.

"kindness?!"

Soon Mrs. Mingzhu was attracted by Luo Yan's paintings.

Although it is painted on wooden boards, it depicts the appearance and temperament of Mrs. Mingzhu with great charm. The sense of reality cannot be matched by ink painting.

Ink painting is more suitable for painting landscapes.

But sketching is undoubtedly more suitable for drawing beauties, such as in photo albums. . . .

"I didn't expect that he could actually paint, and his painting skills were so extraordinary~"

Madam Mingzhu's long and narrow charming eyes flashed with surprise, she looked at herself in the painting and said softly.

Although she has no interest in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, she is still involved in these things as she is from a noble family, at least she still has good eyesight.

Luo Yan's unique painting skills are obviously not among the ordinary painting skills.

At least Mrs. Pearl has never seen it.

Mrs. Mingzhu stretched out her slender fingers and gently brushed the corner of the board. Her fingers were immediately stained with some black dirt, but she didn't care. A flash of surprise flashed through.

This is actually charcoal~

A seductive smile appeared on the corner of Mrs. Mingzhu's mouth. It seemed that she was more interested in Luo Yan at this moment. As she gently moved her palm, a thin purple inner breath rippled out, shaking all the charcoal dust on her fingertips. In an instant, Fingers became clean and white again.

As she slowly stood up, her enchanting figure turned, and her purple-blue skirt, which looked like a blooming flower, trembled slightly.

"Is Mr. Luo still in the palace?"

The smile on Mrs. Mingzhu's face faded slightly, leaving only a vaguely formulaic smile, and she asked softly.

"Reporting to Madam, Mr. Luo is still in the palace, and the king is chatting with him. In addition, there is Hu Meiren."

The maid lowered her head and said respectfully.

"Hu Meiren? Ha~"

Mrs. Mingzhu chuckled lightly, her high heels clicking on the floor tiles, making a crisp sound. Her proud figure paired with her slim-fitting long skirt was truly alluring.

. . . . . . . .

Hanwang Palace, in the back garden.

Luo Yan was drinking tea with King An of Han, chatting about Han Fei, and chatting for a while.

However, most of Luo Yan's attention was focused on Hu Meiren next to Han Wangan. She was really soft and charming, with a hint of foxiness between her eyebrows. She had a graceful figure, and her skin was as white as jade. Pinkish white halo.

The more he looked at it, Luo Yan couldn't help but sigh in his heart: When the country is about to perish, there must be monsters.

Forget it about Madam Mingzhu, another Hu beauty ran out now.

With Luo Yan's eyesight, he could easily tell that the beautiful Hu in front of him was definitely not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Based on the physical condition of Han Wang Anaxu who was sweating even when walking, the other party must not be able to suppress this evil harem.

In the face of these bold monsters, the only way to suppress them is to use the method of demon-subduing.

"Sir, it's your turn."

Hu Meiren stood next to Han Wangan, wearing a pink and white long dress. It seemed that the clothes inside could be seen faintly. Her foxy eyes were as gentle as water as she stared at Luo Yan, blinking slightly, rippling with charm, looking at her thoughts. Luo Yan, instead of Han Wangan, urged Luo Yan.

"Your Majesty is superior, I will admit defeat."

Luo Yan gave a bitter smile, abandoned his son and surrendered to Han Wangan.

Han Wangan also laughed when he heard this, and he was so happy that he was sweating. He looked at Luo Yan and said with a great attitude: "Sir, is it possible that you are deliberately giving in to me?"

"Playing chess is entertainment, so there is no need to be humble. Your Majesty is indeed superior in skill, and he is not as good as the next player~"

Luo Yan shook his head slightly and explained.

When playing chess with someone of Han Wangan's level, is it a matter of winning or losing?

This time it's about human nature.

There is no benefit to winning anyway, but if you lose, you can flatter Han Wangan, so why not.

What's more, Luo Yan is really not that good at Go. He only knows the basic rules and has average skills. He relies entirely on the short video in his mind to pretend to be an expert at the beginning and explode in the middle and late stages.

"You're welcome, sir, haha~"

Han Wangan stroked his beard gently and said with a smile, obviously accepting Luo Yan's flattery and in a very good mood.

After all, Luo Yan made all officials admire him with just a few words yesterday.

The effect of flattery also depends on who is filming it and how it is done under what circumstances.

This is a technical job.

Luo Yan smiled, looked at Hu Meiren, and said, "Since I lost to the king, I will make a painting for my wife."

"Thank you sir."

Hearing this, Hu Meiren folded her hands on her waist and bowed in return. She looked at Luo Yan with a pair of charming eyes and a smile. It was obvious that Luo Yan's wife was very useful to her.

at this time.

A purple-blue figure came slowly from a distance. As soon as it appeared, it knocked out Hu Meiren. It glanced at everyone present with aura, paused for a moment on Luo Yan, and finally landed on Han Wangan. On her body, her narrow beautiful eyes moved slightly, and she complained softly:

"My husband didn't even tell me when he entered the palace. Your Majesty is so biased that he only informed my sister."

As the voice fell, Mrs. Mingzhu came slowly on high heels.