Nine hundred and fiftieth IX beauty into the painting
Yan Liang stared at the charming body, with the hot male flames in his eyes, and the blood veins were gradually dying.
Zhang Chunhua lowered her eyebrows, and her legs were tightly clamped in front of her arms.
"Sima Yi, Sima Yi, aren't you right with me, aren't you colluding with Hu Lu, I just want your woman, standing in front of me, for me to appreciate, what can you do." What can you do? "
Yan Liang laughed and drank: "Where is the artist!"
After a while, a female painter came in timidly and kneeling in front of Yan Liang.
"You, put a good posture, ask the artist to draw a painting for you." Yan Liang pointed at Zhang Chunhua to drink.
Zhang Chunhua stunned and suddenly understood that Yan Liang wanted her to be the protagonist in the spring picture.
Zhang Chunhua, who was deeply shameful, did not dare to refuse. He could only lie on the couch and barely put on a posture.
"No, how about this, it's not enough, let go of it." Yan Liang was dissatisfied.
Zhang Chunhua couldn't dare to obey. He could only hold on his shame, opened his arms and legs slightly, lying obliquely on the couch, expanding the curve of a body, and putting on a quite charming posture.
Yan Liang was so satisfied, while continuing to admire the beauty in front of you, drinking wine on the other.
The female painter kneeling in front of him, blushing, painting one by one.
After a long while, a beautiful picture of the spring is finally completed.
The female painter presented it, and Yan Liang took a look. She couldn't help laughing, and the laughter was full of irony.
Zhang Chunhua in that painting is like a young lady from a green building, a naturally dotted wave, who can think of the woman in the painting. It will be the wife of the Emperor Sima of the Dajin.
"Sima Yi, I said that I have to give you a few more gifts, how can I eat?"
Yan Liang sneered, threw the painting to the case, and made it: "Come, bring Sima Zhao's kid, and this beauty picture, all of them to Pingcheng."
At that time, Yan Liang once used this trick. He gave Liu Biao to death. Now it has been over for more than ten years. Suddenly, Yan Liang has to re -apply again.
As soon as this statement came out, Zhang Chunhua suddenly realized. It turned out that Yan Liang put these famous halls, but because of his color, it was to use this to shame Sima Yi.
Holding his own son, he fled to Pingcheng with his mother's spring picture, and dedicated this picture to his father. Such a shameless thing came out. Sima Yi will be ugly for thousands of years and become a laughing stock.
Yan Liang's method is really vicious.
"His Majesty ..." Zhang Chunhua screamed, and wanted to obstruct it. He thought about it again. At this point, what else could be said in addition to his fate.
Helpless. Zhang Chunhua could only choose to drink, pull up the brocade on the couch, cover up the figure slightly, close his eyes as shy, and dare not squeak.
Looking at Zhang Chunhua, who was shameful, thinking about revenge on Sima Yi, Yan Liang was blood pulse blood, and the fire burned.
"Haha, Sima Yi, I will conquer your woman now, let you do it with me, let you collapse Hu Lu!"
Yan Liang laughed, and stepped forward a few steps forward, pulling the brocade of Zhang Chunhua's body away, and the graceful body suddenly appeared.
In the mad laugh, Yan Liangru's anger lion rushed to the prey underneath.
In the big tent, the roar of the lion suddenly sounded, and the sound of the prey's panting groaning.
Spring light is infinite, ** excited.
In the tent, when Yan Liang conquered Zhang Chunhua, the beautiful picture of Zhang Chunhua had been tied to the battle immediately with the castrated Sima Zhao.
"What do you want to do to me, what do you want to do?" Sima Zhao screamed in horror.
"Lady, the emperor, let you go, let you go, do you want to rely on not?" Zhou Cang sneered.
Sima Zhao was stunned at first, and he was very happy, so excited that he almost fell off the horse's back.
He killed his elder brother, and was cast by Yan Liang. He was severely damaged by his body and mind. He was closed for more than ten days.
After so many days of panic, Sima Zhao never thought that Yan Liang would let him go today.
"Thank you for the emperor, thank you for the emperor." Sima Zhao didn't dare to show surprises too much.
Zhou Cang tied Sima Zhao to the moment, took it to the camp, patted his buttocks, and cursed: "Go!"
The war horse screamed, rushing four hoofs, carrying Sima Showa's spring painting, and ran towards the front of Pingcheng City on the front.
At this time, Sima Yi had just come down from the head of the city and was ready to return to his temporary palace, but he raised God.
Zuo Ci's head really gave him too much blow. Sima Yi was hit hard, and he couldn't support it.
Just when Sima Yi had just appeared in front of the feet, a soldier shouted on the city: "Look at it, and there is another riding from Chu Ying."
Sima Yi was shocked, and it became hot on the spot. I thought it was what Yan Liang sent someone to send a threat to scare himself.
In anger, Sima Yi ran to the city's head a few steps, and yelled: "Put an arrow for me, and let the enemy ride the city."
The crossbow player is in place, and now I am going to put an arrow.
At this time, the ride was shouting: "Don't put an arrow, I'm the second prince, father emperor, I'm Zhaoer."
Sima Zhao, that's Sima Zhao's voice!
Sima Yi was shocked in shape, and he was anxious to look closely. With the light of the torch, he faintly recognized the description of the comer, and it was really similar to Sima Zhao.
Sima Yi quickly ordered that he would not let the arrows, Rong Rong ride closer, and looked at it carefully, and found that he was really his son Sima Zhao.
"It's Zhao'er, hurry up, quickly open the gate of the city to let Zhaoer enter the city." Sima Yi was shocked and happy, and rushed to the city in a hurry.
It is no wonder that when he heard that his wife and children were captured, Sima Yi guessed that, with the temperament of Yan Liang, most of them had insulted their wife and killed their son.
But who thought, at this time, Sima Zhao appeared outside Pingcheng alive. After a surprise, Sima Yi also forgot to think about it. Of course, Baba couldn't hurry to reunite.
The city gate opened, Sima Zhao entered the city.
As soon as the soldiers rushed forward, Sima Zhao quickly untied Sima Zhao, and the weak Sima Zhao turned over immediately.
"Zhao'er!" Sima Yi took three steps and two steps, separated the crowd, and rushed to Sima Zhao in a few steps to support the downward son.
"Father Emperor ~~" Sima Zhao fell into his father's arms, and he cried.
The father and son were crying for a long time, and Sima Yi came to the gods that he came to the gods.
"My child killed the guard and took the opportunity to escape." Sima Zhao answered that he didn't want to.
He only answered like this, otherwise, did he truthfully admit that he had killed his brother and was cast back after being castrated by Yan Liang?
"You have killed the guards and escape, and how did you be tied to the horse back?" Sima Yi saw the doubt at a glance.
Sima Zhao was shocked, and then he remembered that he was anxious for a while. He actually forgot this residue. He suddenly revealed embarrassment. I didn't know how to explain it.
Sima Yi frowned deeply, her eyes became hidden.
Sima Zhao hurriedly kneeling on the ground, crying: "The child is not filial, in fact, the Yan Liangfang was returned.
Sure enough.
Sima Yi had long been expected, and he wanted to be brutal. How could he return his son for no reason? Moreover, he just put the second son back. There must be suspiciousness.
"Why did Yan Liang let you come back? Your elder brother, where is your elder brother?" Sima Yi asked.
"Big Brother ..." Sima Zhao squeezed the tears from the corner of his eyes, and his face appeared with a flexible face, choked: "Big brother killed the thief."
In your heart, a blow.
Sima Yi shook his heart, and his pale face was full of grief.
Although he had long been mentally prepared for this, when he really learned, his spirit was hit hard.
Sima Zhao looked at his father. When he saw his father not suspecting him, he sighed secretly and said busy: "The Yan thief returned, he wanted to persuade his father to surrender, and the child agreed to him, so he could only be able to.
Take the opportunity to escape from the tiger's mouth and come back to meet the father emperor. "
Sima Zhao compiled another lie. He knew that he had killed his brother. He would spread to his father's ears sooner or later, but it was only a moment of concealment.
"Yan thief, the hatred of killing the son, Sima Yi does not wear the sky with you!"
Sima Zhao also gritted his teeth and cursed: "Yan thief killed his elder brother, his child swears here, and he must kill the Yan thief, revenge and hate the elder brother."
The father and son had a curse and vow, and vented a deep hatred for Yan Liang.
Na Ma Zhao didn't dare to tell his father that he had been castrated by Yan Liang, but he might cause his father's suspicion, and made himself a laughingstock of the people in the world.
After scolding for a long time, Sima Yi was a little angry, so he planned to settle his son to rest first.
At this time, a sergeant called: "His Majesty, there is still a painting immediately, the Dajin Tianzi kisses."
Sima Zhao looked back. Sure enough, there was a roll of paintings on the saddle. It was only that he fled as soon as possible. He didn't pay attention to painting on the back of the horse, and it was impossible to read the content of the painting.
"Come here." Sima Yi said.
The sergeant then unlocked the scroll and worshiped Sima Yi.
Sima Yi has nothing to do with it, standing up, and the scroll in his hand will slowly open the exhibition.
In the painting, the endless beauty picture, little by little, slowly presented in front of Sima Yi.
The scrolls are all over, Sima Yi shocked, and it was stiff there for a while, as if a statue, no movement.
The eyebrows frowned deep into a line, and the nostrils were ejected with rough air. Both eyes opened, her eyes were covered with blood, and the eyes were almost fried.
It was endless anger, surging in Sima Yi's body, as if it was going to burst him at any time.
Sima Zhao was curious, and quietly moved to the emperor's body, and glanced at the painting rolling. It didn't matter, Sima Zhao was shocked there in an instant.
The picture on the scroll is not unacceptable, and the naked beauty of the spring is boundless. It is his mother Zhang Chunhua!