Quick Transmigration: The villains are all my adults

Chapter 118 – Yanshi (14)

The red lacquer gate, the same platform base, and the double-eave roof of glazed tiles belonged to the resplendent and resplendent kings of the past dynasties. It was even more luxurious and reached its peak during the tyranny of King Zhou You.

As for how many bones have been built under the pressure of tyranny, no eyes see, no ears hear, and no one who sees or hears dares to speak.

In the imperial garden, exotic flowers and plants, pavilions, rugged mountain carvings, and pebble pavement are roads, and Bifu and Chengrui are tall pavilions and corner pavilions that span the clear pool.

Surrounded by bell-like flowers, the calyx is pure white, translucent like bone china, and the top of the petals is a circle of lavender in different shades, which seems dyed and natural, very beautiful.

At this time at the beginning of summer, the wind blows and the flowers fall, and there are thousands of flowers, covering several floors. Only the corner pavilions are like the first snow falling, which is very clear.

Although the tyrant is cruel by nature, cruel and bloodthirsty, he is also a person who pays special attention to sentimentality. Everywhere he goes, the decoration is a visual feast for the enjoyment of all five senses.

Amber wine, jasper cups, gold-footed bottles, emerald dishes, the food is picturesque, the wine is like a spring, the guqin is running, and the bells are tinkling.

The young emperor's brows were cold, and under the bridge of his handsome nose, his lips were cold and thin, revealing a cold and ruthless expression.

He was leaning on the cold white jade couch, with his head half-supported, his black hair loose in a meandering way, and he was astonishingly handsome.

The maids lowered their heads, the appearance of the person on the couch could overshadow the beautiful scenery in the pavilion, but none of them dared to peep.

There were thousands of maids who had just entered the palace, because of the familiar rumors among the people, they all thought that the tyrant looked fierce and ugly.So much so that seeing the tyrant in such a fairy-like posture, they are all madly envious.

The tyrant is cruel, but he is a wise ruler with outstanding abilities. He is not fatuous, not obsessed with beauty, and he governs the country with vigor. The army is disciplined and no one dares to invade the frontier. The farmers are strong and the people are not suffering from hunger and cold.

I am even more talented, talented in both civil and martial arts, handsome and unparalleled in appearance, abandoning cruelty, I am a wise king through the ages, and is admired by thousands of people.

Countless maids were conquered by the tyrant's charm, and they couldn't help peeping frequently while waiting. The result was that the tyrant gouged out their eyes, burned their cheeks, and threw them into the army as military prostitutes.

It is not that they are not unaffected by being able to stay by their side to serve them. Few people can resist the tyrant's beauty and charm.They just cherish their lives and understand their status.

There is no harem in this cannibalistic palace, and the tyrant has never had a pillow.

With lessons learned from the past, no minister would dare to take the risk of being beheaded to persuade the tyrant to draft women to fill the harem.

The ministers didn't dare to discuss in private, why the king didn't touch women, as if he had never had sex, and all his energy was vented to tyranny.

And there is only one type of woman who can appear in a harem, called a maid.

However, there is a special existence. Half a year ago, the tyrant visited the barbarians to the west. It is said that he brought it back from the mountains of southern Fujian and bestowed the title of beauty.

A well-deserved title, the beauty is as beautiful as a fairy, especially the red lotus blooming between the eyebrows, and the end of the eyes are thin red, glamorous and coquettish.

The skin is soft and smooth, with a frown and a smile, the style is alluring, and the brilliance is dazzling and rich in jewels from all over the world. Anyone who sees it will not want to keep it for himself.

The emperor held the red agate-colored wine bottle with his bony long fingers, and looked down at the kneeling beauty with a slightly messy bun in his eyes with interest and laziness, as if weeping silently.

The male voice with a half-smile is deep and powerful, with a hint of banter at the end: "If you can shed a single tear, I'll let you not practice with me for three days."

(End of this chapter)