Qin Dynasty snare people

Blue sky, white clouds.

The breeze blows, the lake water is sparkling, and there seem to be countless light spots twinkling in it, which is so beautiful and refreshing.

What a relaxing day.

Luo Yan leaned in the pavilion, admiring the beautiful scenery in the Han Palace and experiencing the life of the ancient royal family. He sighed in his heart, and then his eyes fell on the unhappy Honglian beside him.

The girl was angry about what had just happened. Her cheeks were bulging, her lips were pursed, and she was practicing basic lines on a smooth wooden board with a charcoal pencil. From time to time, she would break the charcoal pencil because she used too much force. It was obvious that she was stupid. The girl is having a tantrum.

Guren is not the kind of girl who can hide her thoughts, she can basically see any emotion.

Thinking of what happened just now, Luo Yan also looked at Honglian a little.

The long dress Honglian wore today is indeed very beautiful and novel, and the outfit is also extremely exquisite. The matching is in line with the innocence and romance that a girl should have. With her figure that has already developed in advance, it is like a flower that is slowly blooming. Infinite beauty and purity.

It is like a grape that is about to mature. It is crystal clear and looks very beautiful, but when you eat it, it is definitely sour and sweet.

I can't eat it because my teeth have always been bad.

Luo Yan took a sip of tea, calmly withdrew his gaze, and commented firmly in his heart.

"How long do I have to draw lines?"

Honglian's bright peach blossom eyes looked at Luo Yan angrily, especially when she looked at Luo Yan's carefree look. She was so angry that she shook her numb arms and said dissatisfiedly.

During this period of time, Luo Yan asked her to keep practicing the basics. Apart from lines and drawing some triangles or balls, he didn't teach anything else. This made Hong Lian, who had a more irritable temper, gradually become a little impatient, especially after being beaten by Luo Yan just now. Yan quipped.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get. She can't compare to Mrs. Mingzhu. Isn't she just a little older and a little "bloated"~

What's so great!

She will definitely be prettier and more charming than her in a few years!

Ignorant guy!

"This is the foundation. No matter what you want to draw in the future, you need to outline it through lines. Ordinary shapes give you a sense of space. The painting technique I teach can be said to be simple or complex. You just have to Just for fun, I can teach you other things. If you really want to learn, just be obedient and practice slowly."

Luo Yan put on the air of being a teacher, looked into Hong Lian's impatient eyes, and said softly.

Girls just don’t have the patience.

How can this be done too hastily?

"Then you can't practice this every day. I've been practicing for many days. Do you not want to teach me at all?"

Honglian took a deep breath, stared at Luo Yan suspiciously, and said doubtfully.

Ha, not too stupid~

Luo Yan smiled in his heart. Actually, it wasn't that he didn't want to teach. The key was that he didn't think much about it recently and had many things to do. But now that Honglian had discovered it, he couldn't continue to pretend to be deaf and dumb, but his face was serious. He scolded: "If you don't accumulate small steps, you won't be able to reach a thousand miles. If you don't accumulate small streams, you won't be able to reach a river. Do you still want me to teach you such a simple truth?"

"Then how long do we have to practice?!"

Honglian's bright eyes hesitated for a moment, then said unwillingly.

"Keep practicing. If you want to reach the peak of your painting skills, you must have a solid foundation. No matter where your painting skills reach in the future, don't forget these basics. When you turn everything into instinct, you will be fine. !”

Luo Yan imitated the tone of Jing Salamander and taught Hong Lian.

This is what Jingshao said when he taught him how to practice swordsmanship.

Because the same is true for swordsmanship. No matter what sword moves, they all evolve from basic sword moves. In the final analysis, using a sword is just a few moves. How to perform stabs, chops, etc. smoothly to form a unique style, that is The best swordsmanship for you.

Sword moves are dead, but people are alive.

The same is true for painting. How to form your own style is very important. If you blindly imitate, you will never become a master.

Of course, Luo Yan sneered at this theory. There were only so many people in the world who could become masters. You haven't learned how to run yet, so you fantasize about becoming a master?

Moreover.

If you imitate to the extreme, how do you know you can't become a master?

But Luo Yan's theory is obviously not suitable to be taught to Honglian. If this is spread, wouldn't it tell others that Luo Yan has misled his children? !

Honglian's lips moved and she was speechless for a moment, but her bright eyes were fixed on Luo Yan, her cheeks swelled even more, and even her chest was slightly raised in anger.

She is really tired of practicing!

Obviously, Honglian and Luo Yan are somewhat similar in this regard, they are both impatient and restless types.

"Then I'll teach you something else today, draw a cat."

Luo Yan looked at Hong Lian, whose breasts were one size larger, and was worried that it would explode, so he softened his tone and gave her a sweet date.

"What's there to draw about a cat?"

Honglian suddenly felt happy, and then said dissatisfiedly, she felt that Luo Yan was teasing the child.

Luo Yan didn't answer. He walked over and motioned Honglian to sit aside. Then he took the charcoal and started drawing: "Look, why do I want you to practice the basics? Because you will use these for drawing in the future. For example, to draw a cat, first draw two circles, determine the general frame, such as the position of the tail and paws, and then start to draw the face. The cat's face is easy to draw. First find the center point, two circles for the eyes, a triangle and a circle for the nose. Shape, then.”

As Luo Yan started to operate it himself, the mouths of Hong Lian and the little maid beside him opened slightly.

After a while, Luo Yan drew a lifelike, fluffy kitten that was extremely cute.

"Have you learned it yet? Follow the drawing~"

Under the gaze of Hong Lian and the little maid with starry eyes, Luo Yan threw the pen over and said calmly.

It's such a child's play that he can draw one picture in three minutes.

At this moment, Hong Lian was no longer angry, and Luo Yan looked bright and bright. Although Luo Yan was not a good person, his painting skills were really good. Calling him "teacher" didn't seem to be a disadvantage.

Honglian couldn't wait to learn the painting steps that Luo Yan had just done, and then the girl became useless.

Hong Lian, who did not believe in evil, began to fight.

. . . . . . . .

While Luo Yan and Hong Lian were playing, Han Fei also learned the news of Liu Yi's death, and was called into the palace by Han Wangan.

Under the watchful eyes of the general Ji Wuye, the prime minister, the fourth son Han Yu and others, Han Wangan ordered him to solve the case within seven days. If the case could not be solved within seven days, Han Fei would be dismissed from the post of commander.

Han Wangan was obviously in a very bad mood.

Too many things have happened in South Korea recently. First, there was the ghost soldier robbery case, so many people died, even two of his brothers died.

Now something happened to Zuo Sima too.

These uneven days made Han Wangan feel a little restless.

No great king wants his country to be in such turmoil, even if this great king is just a mediocre person.

Han Fei took the case calmly. This was Sikou's responsibility, and he couldn't refuse it.

"Ninth Young Master, you should worry more about the death of Zuo Sima Liu Yi. He was my confidant. Now he was assassinated at home for no reason. His death was so miserable. This general must help him seek justice. Don't let me Disappointed!"

After Ji Wuye walked out of the palace, he stopped and waited for Han Fei for a while, then grinned, revealing his ugly face, and reminded him enthusiastically.

"It's your duty, General, don't worry!"

Han Fei nodded slightly, looked at Ji Wuye indifferently, and said softly.

"I hope so~"

Ji Wuye sneered and strode away into the distance.

Xiang Guo glanced at Han Fei with an open look, and then walked away silently. Now that his power was greatly reduced, he could no longer withstand Ji Wuye's frontal pressure. Fortunately, Han Fei appeared and allowed this man to The situation in the court became increasingly chaotic.

But this is fine, as it makes it easier to fish in troubled waters.

The fourth young master, Han Yu, walked to Han Fei's side unhurriedly, with a warm smile on his face, just like an elder brother caring for his younger brother. He patted Han Fei's shoulder gently and said with a smile: "Han No, time is a little short, so do your best. If you can't solve the case, I will help you talk to my father."

As for what to say, naturally don’t blame Han Fei. Han Fei is just too incompetent~

"Sorry, fourth brother."

Han Fei cupped his hands and thanked him.

"You and I, brothers, don't need to do this."

Han Yu said with a smile, and immediately walked away.

Han Fei looked at the leaving people, and his calm eyes slowly became serious. He had already smelled the danger coming.

Ji Wuye took action.

View from the wall with an open mind.

As for the fourth brother Han Yu, Han Fei couldn't tell anything for the time being, but he could feel that his fourth brother was unwelcome to him, because there were some things that you couldn't hide with a smile.

"This power game is really ruthless."

Han Fei shook his head, sighed in his heart, and walked out of the palace with a solemn expression.

Time was running out and he had to investigate the case as soon as possible.

Seven days is neither long nor short.

. . . . . . . . .

When Luo Yan walked out of Hanwang Palace, it was already noon and the sun was a little bright.

"Brother Luo!"

Before Luo Yan could get on his carriage, a familiar figure appeared in front of Luo Yan.

Han Fei?

Luo Yan was a little surprised. Han Feike had never waited for him outside the palace in the past. What happened today brought him here.

Soon, Luo Yan realized that his cheap brother Liu Yi died last night.

The other party was South Korea's Zuo Sima, an important minister in the DPRK.

Han Fei is a Sikou, how could he not investigate this case.

After thinking about this, Luo Yan suddenly felt certain in his heart, but there was a hint of shock and confusion on his face. He walked over and said with a smile: "Why are you here? You are still waiting for me at the gate of the palace. Is there something wrong?"

"Something happened and Zuo Sima Liu Yi died."

Han Fei nodded, looked at Luo Yan solemnly, and said softly.

"What?!"

Luo Yan suddenly looked stunned when he heard this, and then shouted in disbelief: "My eldest brother is dead?!"

At this moment, the look of shock, anger and disbelief was so intense.

He is not fighting alone.

At this moment, many great actors are possessed by their souls!