The concubine loves evil: the lazy emperor, you are miserable

Chapter 87 Lost First Kiss 1
While Gu Leer sighed, she was also inexplicably excited, "It's good to be intoxicated, only intoxicated people can make money."

After wiping his palms, he leaned in front of the painting, and began to draw Dongfengzui's eyes very seriously.

The finishing touch, the eyes are the most important part, success or failure depends on it.

The light in front of her eyes suddenly dimmed, and Gu Le'er felt a gust of wind blowing across her cheeks, blowing the flame of the oil lamp in front of her.

The flame flickered, the light flickered on and off.

The eyes are also blooming.

The pen in his hand fell a little heavier unconsciously, Gu Le'er hurriedly picked up the pen, looked carefully at the paper, and couldn't help yelling that it was terrible.

It was originally a pair of beautiful contact lenses, but now, one of them has turned into Zhang Fei's leopard eyes.

Completely lost Dongfeng's drunken and lazy intoxicating state.

Two eyes, one big and one small, stared at her, extraordinarily funny.

Gu Le'er was so annoyed that she dropped her pen and stared back at the person in the painting.

It's over, it's over, her money, 200 taels of silver, is gone.

Gu Le'er has already doubled the price of Dongfeng Zui, and yesterday's last two paintings were sold for 200 taels of silver each.

Tomorrow I planned to raise the price again, maybe I can sell it for 300 taels of silver.

300 taels.

Gu Le'er's heart ached.

There was a very slight sneer in his ear.

"Who?"

Gu Le'er asked in a low voice, and turned around.

That's right, she obviously closed the window well, how could there be wind blowing in?
I was just patronizing sad and annoyed, but I didn't think of this.

As soon as she turned around, Gu Le'er was so frightened that she almost cried out and almost backed away.

If she hadn't been concerned about the painting on the bed, and was afraid of inviting people in to discover her secret, she might have really called out.

If it wasn't for her legs touching the bed, there was no way to retreat, I'm afraid she would really take a few steps backwards.

No, not a few steps, but as far back as you can.

Because, in front of her, stood a person in black night clothes.

The man had a cloak over his head, with a black veil hanging down the edge of the cloak, so his face could not be seen.

It can only be identified from the body shape that this is a man.

And a rather tall man.

(End of this chapter)