Transmigration:Evil BOSS, bad to the core!

The smile is like a smile but not a smile, like a mockery but not a satire, which is very meaningful.

Just because he had seen women's clothes in the dark before.

It was his concubine, but not in a high position.

At this time, it was mistakenly thought to be a maid in waiting.

He did not speak, but to the side of the Han Gong minister winked, toward the direction when he came.

Seeing this, Han Gonggong quickly followed with Lv Liang.

"You're a lucky son of a bitch. I'll do whatever the emperor asks you to do later."

Lu Liang smell speech, immediately keep nodding, "yes, I know."

At this moment, Lu Liang seemed to see a glimmer of life.

Royal study.

Murong Chen sits in front of the table, dealing with the memorial in his hand.

Han Gonggong was waiting on him.

Below, however, Lu Liang and a painter talked quietly about the portraits on rice paper.

"No, that face is very festive. It's very comfortable and round."

After hearing this, the painter revised it again.

"By the way, it's like seven or eight points. Those eyes are very big. They look like..."

Lu Liang did not know what adjective to use.

That pair of eyes have cunning, but very clear, with aura.

That's what he said.

It's hard for the painter.

The other side thought hard for a long time before writing.

Looking at those somewhat similar eyes, but without verve, Lv Liang felt that it was almost the same.

"That nose is very pretty, mouth cherry small mouth, eyebrows are very fine, similar to willow eyebrows, but not very common kind of..."

Although the voices of Lv Liang and the painter were very low, Murong Chen still listened to them.

For that woman, he knew the identity of the other party, but did not see her face.

Hearing Lu Liang's description, I couldn't help looking forward to it.

I don't know what the woman looks like with such a big voice and so much courage.

Half an hour later, Mr. Han served tea.

Murong Chen just received the pen. He took the tea and drank it slowly.

Looking down, the painter and Lv Liang are still discussing.

He got up, left his seat and went down to have a look.

"The Emperor..."

"The Emperor..."

When the painter and Lv Liang saw his figure, they immediately knelt down.

Murongchen ignored them. He went to the front of the Xuan paper and looked at the people in the painting carefully.

Looking at that pair of big round eyes, Murong Chen eyebrows pick.

"Ha ha..."

Looking at the facial features, Murong Chen couldn't help laughing.

This is a small steamed bun.

He looks fat and doesn't look like the person who said that kind of domineering words.

I want to count the queen.

At the same time, he used his master.

Even the beggars in the capital took advantage of it.

Just for another noble woman in the harem,

He had to say that the woman's tactics were too insidious.

If these two letters are really sent to the people, they are really a joke.

The Royal joke.

If it's a little more serious, it will be known by the powerful families in the capital.

The woman in the picture who wants to calculate will be attacked by the public.

Murong Chen looked at the portrait and looked at the painter kneeling on the ground.

"Is the picture perfect?"

There was a low voice, not much emotion.

But let the painter's body tremble, "back to the emperor, almost, according to the little father-in-law said, is like this."

Murong Chen handed the tea to his back, and father-in-law Han took it immediately.

He also glanced at the portrait.