The present-day Han Dynasty palace.

These are the three palaces of the Han Dynasty located in Chang'an.

At this time in Changle Palace.

The middle-aged Emperor Yuan of Han was working over his desk with a candle, looking restless and irritable, with a burning fire inside him that he had no place to vent.

He has been playing with thousands of palace maids and concubines for a long time, but he is no longer interested.

With a loud crash.

He pushed away the paperwork on the table and shouted, "Come here, present the portraits you have collected recently!"

Painter Mao Yanshou had been waiting outside the palace for a long time.

He smiled sinisterly when he heard this, rolled up a dozen portraits beside him, almost crawled forward, entered the Changle Palace, and knelt before Emperor Yuan of Han.

Emperor Han Yuan looked impatient and said, "Bring it here."

Mao Yanshou walked forward with his head down and spread the scroll on the table.

Emperor Han Yuan stared at the first scroll, frowning slightly, "This woman has a pretty face, but she is skinny!"

Emperor Yuan of Han simply threw the painting aside.

"This woman has a graceful figure, but this face is so big that it can hold mountains and rivers!"

“Tsk tsk.”

"Um"

Emperor Yuan of Han looked at the third portrait again. "This woman is pretty, with a full forehead, charming eyes, and a moderate figure. But I see her fat buttocks. Does she look like she has given birth to a child?"

immediately.

Emperor Yuan of Han looked at Mao Yanshou.

The court painter said in awe, "Your Majesty, I am responsible for Chang'an City so that you can recruit common women into the palace as quickly as possible, but this long-term screening... Hehe, Your Majesty, do you want to continue looking through it?"

Emperor Han Yuan waved his hand.

In short, after layers of screening, there are almost no beauties in Chang'an.

The middle-aged emperor endured the impetuousness and continued to turn over.

"My eyes!"

"My eyes!"

Emperor Yuan of Han roared, covered his eyes with his sleeves, and pointed at the screen tremblingly, "How can there be such an ugly woman in the world!"

Just see that portrait.

A blue-haired woman is as strong as a bear. If the previous girl’s face was big enough to hold mountains and rivers, then the one in front of her can easily hold the heaven and earth!

And there was a huge black mole on her cheek! Her facial features combined were not even half the size of this black mole! "Mao Yanshou, you are trying to break my mind!"

Emperor Yuan of Han roared, and the heat in his body instantly cooled down.

He showed one eye and looked at the name in the lower right corner of the painting - Wang Zhaojun, Queen of the Republic of China.

"Oh my!"

Emperor Yuan of Han gnashed his teeth and said, "How dare you offer me such a rare and extraordinary woman!"

Mao Yanshou kowtowed and said quickly, "Your Majesty, you issued an order before that no one should be rejected. Don't miss any woman in the world."

Emperor Yuan of Han was deeply distressed and said, "I regret it!"

Mao Yanshou rolled his eyes and said sternly: "Your Majesty, this woman Zhaojun has polluted your eyes, and her appearance has damaged the image of our Han Dynasty. How about you order her to be beheaded and her entire family to be executed!"

Mao Yanshou had already made plans in his mind.

The executioner had a close personal relationship with him. He could easily replace Wang Zhaojun with another one before beheading her, and then bring her back to his palace for his own amusement! At this moment, he stared at Emperor Yuan of Han with a pair of thief eyes. Seeing the situation, the emperor was furious. He only needed to make a few more slanderous remarks to get what he wanted! But he didn't expect that Emperor Yuan of Han took a deep breath for a moment and actually stabilized his emotions! He said, "You are short-sighted. Just because I don't like her, you want to behead her? How can this be spread out? Who will be willing to enter the palace in the future?"

immediately.

Emperor Yuan of Han waved his sleeves and said, "List this portrait in the 'missing palace' and never allow it to appear before me again! I will never see such a woman again in my lifetime!"

Que Palace means incomplete. All discarded items are placed here and sealed forever.

As for Mao Yanshou, naturally, he couldn't explain too much more.

I had no choice but to grit my teeth and obey the order.

Let’s talk about the wooden house in the suburbs.

Liu Di was lying on a wooden bed, separated from Zhaojun by a wall.

He thought to himself, don't look at anything inappropriate, I have always remained calm even when faced with a huge disaster.

But there is a thing called 'afterglow'.

I always see things I shouldn't see inadvertently.

The largest crack in the wooden wall was right next to Liu Di's eyes.

He saw.

There were many tassels hanging on the lower side of Zhaojun's short skirt, which was not in line with the times. Now that Zhaojun was lying on her side, the tassels were scattered and spread flat on her delicate long legs.

The thin long skirt she wore covered her waist, and the image within was vaguely visible.

Liu Di took a breath and said, "This kind of clothing creates a unique effect, very much like modern times."

Demon Child: "Lace."

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“.”

“I can’t stand it anymore.”

Liu Di could still smell Zhaojun's breath that was as fragrant as orchid. Having such a beauty lying next to him was like falling into hell and being tortured.

Finally, Brother Liu gritted his teeth and made a decision! A purple light flashed in his eyes, and he stood up suddenly!

He pushed open the wooden door, stepped outside, and glanced at

It was a quiet night, with no one around and only the chirping of cicadas.

Liu Di thought to himself, "It's a wonderful environment in the wilderness."

So we did it in one go.

Climbed directly onto the roof.

I have the impression that the qigong I secretly learned from Baimei of Xiuxiangshan can calm my mind.

Brother Liu started to perform immediately.

Stand in a horse stance with your feet and draw Tai Chi with your hands.

Brother Liu really misses some mantras to help him calm his mind.

But unfortunately, he mastered Qigong overnight and didn't know the mantras at all.

So the man in the white shirt stood under the moonlight, on the top of the wooden roof, practicing qigong and reciting ancient poems.

"It's hard work when the sun is high in the sky."

"If I don't work hard, Gu Fan won't marry me!"

"Um"

"You have to hold on."

Brother Liu closed his eyes and nodded to himself.

But there was a click sound from beneath her, and Zhaojun pushed the door open and walked out.

She looked at the man who was making trouble on the roof, and a trace of doubt flashed across her face.

Is he reciting poetry? Such poor writing.

Brother Liu turned around.

The woman was seen standing in the breeze, with a graceful figure, her blue hair and tasseled robe fluttering in the wind.

She has a pair of bright eyes, clear and bright as stars.

It was also at this moment that Liu Di thought of the story of Concubine Zhaojun's journey to the frontier.

He sighed softly and chanted, "My face is covered with sand and my temples are covered with wind. My eyebrows are faded and my face is faded. I have been through so much hardship and sorrow, but now I look like a picture in a painting."

Derived from the "Two Poems of Wang Zhaojun" in "Xianghe Geci", written by Bai Juyi.

Wang Zhaojun was stunned.

I just feel that these few lines of poetry outline a sad scene.

An image suddenly appeared in her mind.

——In the yellow sand of the border, a peerless beauty is traveling alone, exhausted and dusty. Who could be so cold and indifferent?