This is not fiction.
It was not invented by the palace people to exaggerate the brutality of the tyrant.
The skinning of beauties to make snare drums is a fact that actually happened.
Shaoyin lay under the quilt and did not speak. The air gradually condensed, and the almost dead quiet atmosphere made Huihui a little panicked: "Why, what's the matter?"
The voice was a little weak, "The way to die is a bit miserable, haha, that, we can adjust it, how about I shield you from the pain when the knife is used later?"
Shaoyin still did not speak.
Hui Hui became even more guilty: "Don't be angry, just one shot, guaranteed not to exceed three minutes. And when you are skinned later, you are already dead, it doesn't matter anymore, we have already left, think about the excellent evaluation, you will get a lot Points!"
Speaking of the word "points", it stumbled with a guilty conscience. What points, what's the use to her? Taskers from other families all want to be reborn, get golden fingers, have a body, save family and friends, etc. They are eager for points. But its taskers don't want it! !
It was crying inside, and it could only persuade: "Yinyin, do what you do and love what you do, you have bound me, so you have to do things well? It's not good to be cynical and not seek success in your position, huh?"
"Yeah." Shaoyin sat up.
Pick up the clothes from the floor outside the bed and put them on one by one.
She just ignored it and was just figuring out what to do next.
It's not her style to come and go as soon as you die.
"Give me some buckets of paint." She said to Huihui.
Hui Hui subconsciously landed in the Interstellar Mall, added the paint she wanted to the shopping cart, and was about to pay when she suddenly stopped: "What do you want the paint for?"
She just needs to lie down for a while, and when Pei Jiufeng comes back, the plot can cool off. What do you need paint for now
"Draw a picture." Shaoyin said.
But Huihui couldn't help but think of the previous world, she sold paintings to make money on the surface and did things secretly, she couldn't help shivering.
"What are you painting for?" it asked aloud.
Shaoyin bent down to put on her shoes, and walked in the large, empty and cold bedroom, looking around, observing the space, angle, distance, etc., and said casually, "In order not to die too badly later."
Hui Hui didn't believe it at all.
After hesitating, I still paid.
It's not expensive at all. Bought a lot of buckets and it cost it one grade point.
It just sees what she wants to do, can't draw and make trouble again, right
It doesn't believe that she can conquer the world with one move, every time.
Several barrels of paint fell out of thin air on the ground paved with white marble.
In fact, the royal family traditionally laid wooden floors. Pei Jiufeng disliked that the wooden floors could not be wiped clean, leaving blood stains every time he killed someone, so he rebuilt the paving with white marble, which was very convenient for scrubbing.
Shaoyin brushed her waist-length hair, picked up the brush with one hand, and rolled up her wide sleeves with the other, and began to draw in front of the dragon bed.
Thankfully she came early.
It will take more than half an hour for Pei Jiufeng to come back.
She moves quickly enough to finish the painting.
"This, this, why did you draw this?" Looking at the huge graffiti in front of the dragon bed, Huihui stuttered in shock.
Shaoyin put down her sleeves and put the brush back into the bucket: "Put it away."
In the next moment, several buckets of paint disappeared out of thin air.
"Give the hero a surprise." Shaoyin said, took off her shoes again, climbed onto the dragon bed, and got into the bedding.
It's autumn now, the night is quite cold, why should she be shivering down there
It's warm in the bed, of course she has to take care of herself.
Huihui looked at the painting, and asked in a daze, "You don't want to die, do you?"
Although I don't know what she's going to do, it's not a good thing anyway. And what could be worse than not taking the plot? Hui Hui couldn't think of it.
Shaoyin ignored it, laying her clothes neatly on her side in the quilt, resting her chin on one hand, and looked at the decoration and style of the tyrant's bedroom.
The color is extremely dark.
The style is depressing, gloomy, and dark.
It can be seen that the male protagonist's spiritual world is very bad. But any normal person would not be able to live in this style of room.
"Tat-tat-tat."
The sound of drum-like footsteps gradually approached.
"Your Majesty, carefully look at the threshold ahead."
The eunuch made an extremely humble flattering sound.
"roll."
The youth's clear voice was world-weary and indifferent.
coming.
Shaoyin raised her eyebrows, but didn't sit up, but just raised her eyes to look forward.
Pei Jiufeng is eighteen years old. His skin is pale, his facial features are exquisite, his eyes are as black as ink, his lips are as red as blood, and his appearance is stunning and gorgeous. He is a sick, pale and beautiful young man.
He is tall and thin, and the black and red emperor's robe covers his thin body loosely. He didn't seem to mind, he didn't even care how much his chest was open, and walked in with light steps.
Then, he saw the huge graffiti in front of the dragon bed.
The raised footsteps froze, the pupils of the eyes opened slightly, and the loose and indifferent expression faded away, revealing a bit of fear.
Take back your steps and take half a step back.
Take two steps back.
Then he frowned and looked around.
It was a rift doodle.
It belongs to modern painting art, which uses light, shadow and color to draw three-dimensional effects.
In the last world, Shaoyin sold paintings to make money, so she had to learn new styles, so she used them now.
She used paint to draw a rift valley on the ground in front of the bed. It was eight meters long and three meters wide. The dark gray and light gray colors depicted the uneven fracture surface, and the winding river and lush forest below.
The colors are bright and the contrast is strong, just like the real scene.
Pei Jiufeng, who had never seen such a painting style before, was shocked by the visual effect from the pavement, and thought it was real for a moment.
Later, sanity returned.
He is in the palace all day, if there is an earthquake or crack, he will not be ignorant.
This must be fake.
With hands behind their backs, look outside the "Rift Valley".
After a while, he saw the clue.
Time was running out, and Shaoyin wanted to draw a giant graffiti, but the time was running out, and the details were rather rough, as long as he looked carefully, he could tell it was fake.
Rao knew rationally that it was false, but the fear of stepping into the air and being smashed to pieces still made him dare not get too close.
Pei Jiufeng narrowed his eyes, looked up at the bed, and shouted to the perpetrator, "Come down!"
Shaoyin looked at him with a smile: "Is the emperor afraid? Dare not come?"
After watching her for so long, Hui Hui finally understood her plan, and complained, "You expect him not to dare to come and kill you? How is that possible?"
That's the hero! IQ and courage are both top-notch, how could he be intimidated by a mere graffiti
Besides, he can call his servants to drag her!
"I'll let you down!" Pei Jiufeng shouted coldly.
Shaoyin smiled, sat up, hugged the quilt and said: "It's too cold, the emperor will take pity on you." Then, she pulled out the hairpin and threw it on the ground.
Jingle!
The pearl hairpin fell to the ground, but did not fall into the "rift valley".
This is indeed false.
Pei Jiufeng felt relieved, with a gloomy face, strode forward, stretched out his hand to grab her: "How dare you climb the lonely bed! Who gave you the courage!"
The pale face was full of viciousness and ruthlessness, and the strong murderous intent overflowed from him with the power of the emperor, as if cutting people into pieces.
"I don't want to either." Shaoyin leaned back, her flexible waist bent into an astonishing arc, "But it's too cold down there."
She is a dancer who was raised by Mr. Li in the house of Zhongshu Ling and carefully taught.
With a stunning appearance and a beautiful figure, she was sent to the palace to win Pei Jiufeng's favor.
But Pei Jiufeng suffered enough from women when he was young, and he hated women the most in his life. A stunning beauty like a dancer is like a dead bone in his eyes.
His eyes were full of disgust, his pale and thin fingers lifted the quilt, rolled her up and threw her down!
Although he is thin and thin, he seems to fall over when the wind blows, but he is very strong.
Shaoyin was thrown down with the quilt, but because of the cushion of the quilt, she didn't suffer.
Pulling back the quilt and standing up, he said: "The emperor is so fierce. I have worked so hard to draw for a long time to please the emperor. The emperor doesn't appreciate it and even kills me."
Pei Jiufeng wanted to kill her.
The slut dared to crawl on his bed, eating the guts of an ambitious leopard!
But after listening to her words, when calling someone in, he stopped, paused, frowned and said: "You drew this to please Gu?"
Not for bed climbing
"That's right." Shaoyin tidied up her clothes, and then stood up properly, "I've been drawing for a long time!"
Pei Jiufeng frowned.
Look down at the graffiti.
"Stay away!" He shouted coldly as the corner of the graffiti was covered.
Shaoyin was obedient, bent over and picked up the quilt and stepped back, revealing the graffiti.
"You really don't want to follow the plot?" Huihui asked with a sad face, "Please, it's the third world, stop playing, and do a good job?"
It can see that Shaoyin has made up his mind not to die, otherwise he wouldn't put so much effort into painting.
It should have seen it earlier.
It shouldn't have taken chances just now.
"What's the rush? There are still two years left." Shaoyin said lightly, "During these two years, when will I die?"
There are still two years before the heroine enters the palace.
She is the cannon fodder living in rumors.
Huihui: "..."
Believe her to be a ghost.
That's what she said when she was the queen. As a result, the hero and heroine were killed, and I was happy to die old, haha.
But it knows it doesn't matter what it says. She is still willing to coax it now, if it is really exposed, she will not even be able to coax it anymore, so what should be done.
"Who taught you?" Pei Jiufeng walked around the graffiti. The freshness and excitement put him in a good mood, so he didn't immediately pull Shaoyin out to chop it.
Shaoyin answered meekly: "I thought about it myself. In order to please the emperor, I studied for a long time."
Pei Jiufeng didn't resent others currying favor with him.
In other words, he didn't feel disgusted to the point of killing someone.
As long as it's not climbing the bed, everything else can be tolerated.
He thought of something, his eyes lit up slightly: "Follow Gu Lai."
Stride out.
Shaoyin followed in small steps: "Your Majesty, where are you going?"
"Go to Xuanming Hall, I only want you to draw another one before dawn." Pei Jiufeng said, the corners of his lips curled up.
How could he let him see such an interesting thing
Those mediocre ministers should also see it.
Shaoyin paused and said, "Your Majesty, wait a moment, I'll go get the paint."
Let Huihui put the paint in an inconspicuous place behind the bed, and ran to fetch it by herself.
And reluctantly put down the quilt.
Pei Jiufeng didn't notice, and stood outside the bedroom waiting for her.
Shaoyin was wearing a tulle dress and came running with a few small buckets.
When the night wind blew, the gauze fluttered, revealing a graceful figure.
The blue hair flutters, setting off a jade-like face.
She is a rare beauty in the world.
However, Pei Jiufeng remained unmoved.
All the beauties in the world are dry bones in his eyes.
He even thought, she was wearing so little, no wonder he misunderstood her as a bed climber!