It is impossible for the fragrance of flowers to emanate from the lampshade.
Rather, it comes from the beautifully pruned plum blossoms in the high flower trays in the corners of the temple, and the freshly picked branches of the flowers, with a thin mist of the evening, smell very good.
This is Yan Jiuming's old habit.
In his temple, plum blossoms are usually visible.
Yan Jiuming sat alone at the wide round table, the bright light and shadow shone on his body, and the man sat with his back straight, never having a moment of laziness and relaxation.
"Come and sit."
Hearing the faint sound of footsteps, he raised his head from the table, and the silhouette was shadowed by the lamp, and inexplicably, she felt that the man's cold and resolute silhouette seemed to be much softer.
She folded her hands in front of her forehead, and her wide water sleeves hung down, covering her face.
Bow down and salute him uprightly: "The courtiers are terrified!
” Her current status is not worthy of sitting with him.
Yan Jiuming's gaze fell on Chongmenhuan's body deeply and shallowly, the girl under the bright lights, dressed in a plain crescent white dress, she was too thin, tall, when she bent down and hung her head, the sleeves covered her face, and he could only see her slender neck.
The light gently hit her fair and delicate skin, and the cyan veins seemed to be clearly visible.
This posture and appearance are soft and moving.
If the time is quiet and there is a gentle appearance to accompany you, you can win the thousands of beautiful things in the world.
Suddenly, for no reason, I felt sour in my heart.
He withdrew his gaze, and his voice could not be refused: "I let you sit, you sit!"
” There is majesty in it, not as soft as it was just now.
Chongmen Huan was not a person who twisted, resisted the urge to tear this person, and sat down quietly opposite Yan Jiuming, the farthest away from him.
A self-deprecating smile overflowed on Yan Jiuming's lips: "You're so afraid of me?
” I thought she was sitting so far away because she was afraid of her.
In fact, only she knows that she is afraid of her stomach.
She bowed her head calmly and dignified and said softly: "The majesty of the emperor is inviolable, the status of the courtiers is low, and the world is dusty, so I dare not pollute the power of heaven." ” These words are full of humility and full of flattery.
Thousands of wears, but sycophants don't wear.
She has to admire herself, she can be so high-end!
It's Yan Jiuming, and it's also very useful.
"If you like it, sit there."
The man followed her thoughts, and then said indifferently: "Use chopsticks!"
” Shigemen Huan picked up the chopsticks stiffly.
Since this Yan Jiuming knew her intentions, but she didn't say anything, she didn't feel good for a while.
I thought about it, so let's wait until I finished eating.
Talking at the dinner table is uneducated.
After eating a meal, she didn't have any friendship, and she put down her chopsticks when she was full.
Yan Jiuming raised his eyebrows and glanced at her, and said thoughtfully: "Among the harem concubines, you are the woman who eats the most in front of me!"
” If someone else is embarrassed.
But she is quite comfortable, those women in the harem want to make a good impression in front of Yan Jiuming in order to compete for favor, and eating is like a beauty pageant.
I didn't dare to eat more, for fear that Yan Jiuming would think that he was a pig.
There is another reason, Yan Jiuming likes skinny beauties, and it is no longer popular to take fat as beauty.
Therefore, in Yan Jiuming's harem, women basically don't dare to eat more, but they have a sense of skin, but Yan Jiuming's favor is far away.
How many women were starved to death in the midst of extreme hunger!