His Royal Highness, Wants a Divorce!

As long as Yan Ke thought of something in his mind, Yan Ke would do anything. This was supposed to be closed, and then he opened the door and went out. He went to the study room that was freed up by him a few days ago. ┏┛

Yan Ke looked at everything on the desk and pulled out a particularly large piece of white paper and placed it on the desk.

The paper that has not been written is too white and too new.

Yan Ke thought for a while and opened the door: "Go and get me a pot of black tea."

In ancient times without dyes, Yan Ke could only think of washing new paper with this method.

Yan Ke took the black tea brewed by the girl, set the tea aside, and waited for the tea to cool.

While waiting for the tea to cool, Yan Ke opened the city defense map for a few moments and looked at the complicated terrain and markings. Yan Ke only felt that it was like the labyrinth woods behind the Prince's House. He couldn't understand it.

However, this did not prevent him from painting.

It does n’t matter if you do n’t understand, you can draw the blind jb. Anyway, there are comments below. The triangle terrain is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and there are relatively few guards.

Whereas the dots are drawn, they are easy to attack and difficult to guard, guarded by heavy soldiers, and controlled by layers.

Wouldn't it be better if he changed the place where the triangles and dots were drawn? !!

Yan Ke raised his mouth, took an unused writing brush, dipped it in black tea, and gently brushed it on white paper. The process was the same as he used to be on a balloon with tofu.

Although the hair on the brush is relatively soft, the paper is thin, and water is more likely to break. Yan Ke moved softly and focused.

Originally I just tried it, but when the paper was left aside to dry, the effect was unexpectedly good!

Yan Ke chose the smallest writing brush and began to draw pictures of the city defense. The middle manager knocked on the door three times outside to let him go out, saying that the doctor had come to let him go to the doctor.

Yan Ke all refused, and kindly asked the people in the government to prepare meals, leaving the Taiyi doctor to have a meal.

However, when drawing pictures, he always felt that he had forgotten a very important thing, probably because he was sick now, and his mind was so dizzy that he couldn't remember what that thing he had forgotten.

Yan Ke, who couldn't remember it, gave up the memories very neatly, and began to seriously paint the picture of the city defense that is related to the life and death of Yue Guo.

In the afternoon, Yan Ke, who had not eaten for a day and a half, was finally unable to carry his hunger, put down his pen, packed his things, and then went out.

The steward had been waiting outside, and when Yan Ke came out, he quickly greeted the doctor who followed to keep up.

In the living room, Yan Ke was covered with silver needles on his forehead. He felt that he was now like a hedgehog being watched.

As for the viewer, he stood frowning in front of him, watching the silver needle on his head in a particularly silly manner.

I didn't know he thought it was stuck in his head.

Yan Kezhen laughed out loud: "There is nothing for you here, you go to rest."

The steward said nothing and greeted people to go down.

Not long after, he held a plate of dishes in front of Yan Ke and said with a smile: "Prince, this person is sick. I still want to eat some food."

Yan Ke nodded. He was going to wait for the doctor to see him sick.

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