The room is not too big, with four luminous pearls inlaid in the four directions of east, west, north and south. The light is warm and warm, giving the room a sense of warmth.
"Sit down, Zhuge Mingkong." A clear voice came from in front of her. She looked up and saw a long table in front of her. A curtain hung in front of the table, blocking the figures of the people inside. .But through the gap, Zhuge Mingkong vaguely saw the person behind the curtain, dressed in white like clouds.
"Please use it." A hand stretched out from the side of the curtain, holding a white porcelain tea cup. The hand was white and slender, with clear joints, and seemed to be infected with a layer of ghostly light under the quiet light. The beauty was a bit unreal. She took the tea cup, put it under her nose and smelled it lightly. A smile appeared on her lips: "Rong Yu, you are really not simple. You actually know that I like to drink tea like this."
When she drinks tea, the tea leaves must be soaked twice in hot water first. Although the taste of the tea will be filtered out by 70 to 80%, she just likes the elegant taste.
"I also know that you burned my palace to dispel the emperor's idea of marrying you to Ye Tianqian." The elegant voice came over again. It was clear and quiet, and the water stirred people up. Zhuge Mingkong felt a sudden change in his heart. I was so shocked that even the hand holding the water glass couldn't help but be stunned for a second.
The smile on her lips did not fall, but she became more unrestrained: "Rong Yu, although there are only you and me here, you can't talk nonsense. If the emperor's uncle hears it, he should say that you are talking nonsense. I am a person with no breasts. Dianmo, if you really marry the prince, won't you lose the royal family's face?"
"The Emperor doesn't care about you, but Zhuge Mingkong, with your talents, you can say that you are ignorant, so how many people in this world are talented and learned?" The gentle voice came from behind the curtain again. It was passed over, and Zhuge Mingkong was about to retort when he saw that beautiful hand taking out something and placing it on the table.
It was a painting, depicting the city of misty clouds under the sun. The brushwork was delicate and lifelike. Anyone could tell at a glance that this was not an ordinary painting. There was an unfinished poem on the painting. He was not afraid of the floating clouds covering his eyes, just because of it. …
At this time, another object was brought up. The words on it were very familiar to Zhuge Mingkong. It was the letter of divorce given to her by Rong Yu. The words on it were written in the same way as the words on the painting just now. At first glance, You know it was written by one person.
Looking at these two things, Zhuge Mingkong held his forehead with a headache. She never thought that the painting that flew away at that time would actually be in Rong Yu's hands. What a bad fate! Moreover, since he dared to take it out, he must be sure that it was from her hands.
"Tell me, how much is the hush money?" It seemed like she had to spend money again.
"What do I need your money for? I don't need my wife's book." Rong Yu's right finger pointed on the unfinished poem and asked, "What's the last sentence here?"
His fingers were slender and white, and his nails were round and beautiful, as beautiful as jade. Zhuge Mingkong stared at his hands closely and did not notice his question. Rong Yu saw her staring at his hands in a daze, so he took them back. He raised his hand and then faintly uttered two words: "Sexy woman."
"Just look, I didn't force you." Zhuge Mingkong rolled his eyes and replied: "It's just because I'm at the top."
After hearing what she said, Rong Yu put away the painting. Soon, he took out a chessboard, placed it on the long table, and pushed the chess box filled with black stones in front of her.
"If you beat me, I will help you hide it and help you put down the burning of the palace."