A courtyard in the center of the mansion.

Sun Ren poured a glass of wine for Qin Zhen and wanted to toast Qin Zhen, but saw that Qin Zhen had a pile of crispy mouthfuls stuffed in his mouth and had no place to drink... She could only put it down speechlessly.

"I have drank with many princes and ministers. When they saw me, they didn't know how to lift my glass. Only the king, you, seemed to be reincarnated... Isn't it beautiful enough to eat these snacks?"

You are beautiful, but I have never eaten anything from morning to night. My physiological needs must be about eating, drinking and sleeping first. As for whether you are beautiful after eating, you will consider whether you are beautiful.

"Well, it's just that Qin has never eaten such snacks." Qin Zhen said after swallowing the things in his mouth.

"If you like, you can bring you more, but now that the far-wei is invading, the little woman can only seek a way to protect herself." Sun Ren put down his glass and was already hinting that he was leaving.

"No obstacles, I came here just to ask Mr. Sun's paintings. If I could keep two of them, I would definitely send Mr. Sun out of the city safely in the future."

Qin Zhen did not force this painting saint to stay. Her existence was like Li Bai and Du Fu, which was the pride and luck of the nation. Qin Zhen's attitude towards talent even if he did not serve him, he would keep them alive.

Of course, war talents are considered separately.

"What painting do you want, then?"

Sun Ren no longer wanted to use his female charm to try to bewitch the hearts of the king of Central China.

Qin Zhen’s attention is now on the snacks, and there are also... the young general Guan Sheng, who was fighting each other outside the pavilion, and Sun Ren’s ‘maid’ Aya.

The song "dance" between the two is really wonderful.

The two of them are extraordinary in their skills, and the battle between them is a wonderful scene that only Qin Zhen can see in martial arts movies.

But in the end, Guan Sheng's courage was even better. He seized the opportunity and suddenly pressed Aya to the ground and shouted loudly, "Are you convinced?"

Unfortunately, as soon as he shouted, he found that he had pulled Aya's collar and pulled it aside.

Aya's fair collarbone and skin under the collarbone were exposed to Guan Sheng's eyes.

Although Aya is a man, her stunning face still made Guan Sheng's face flush for a moment and then suddenly became distracted.

Aya seized this opportunity and kicked Guan Sheng directly in the chest, then swung a fist to knock Guan Sheng to the ground.

"You actually used such a vicious move!" Guan Sheng, who was lying on the ground, shouted in dissatisfaction, and then Aya punched him.

It’s good for young people to be energetic...

Qin Zhen took back his gaze from the fight in the distance, silently poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip.

Sun Ren looked at Qin Zhen drinking tea and pursed his lips and said nothing.

"The painting I want is one person and one scene. I wonder what price you need to ask Mr. Sun for these two paintings?" Qin Zhen asked after putting the teacup on the table.

“My paintings also have different grades.”

At Sun Ren's feet was placed a wooden box, and the paintings in the box were piled up into a hill, which seemed to be her work accumulated over the years.

"I wonder what level of painting the king wants?"

"I don't understand the grades of the paintings. I just want to ask Mr. Sun... to give me two paintings that will make future generations proud after reading them."

Qin Zhen's words made Sun Renxiao stunned for a moment...

"The painting that makes future generations proud... This is the first time that a little girl has heard of such a request, but it is also the most difficult of all the requests I have heard of. The king may have to spend money on this."

"What do you want?"

Qin Zhen also stopped holding the teacup in his hand, thinking about what price the lady of the painting saint would offer, whether she would ask for money or land?

"The king doesn't need to be so nervous. What the little woman wants is very simple..."

It's very simple? Could it be that I'm not going to have my heart, right? Such a greasy idea is certainly not within Qin Zhen's consideration.

During Qin Zhen's silence, Sun Ren also gave the answer.

"The power of Pojun."

What is Pojun's ability...? It sounds hard to understand.

"You mean...want to borrow soldiers from me?"

Qin Zhen briefly guessed the meaning of her words. How can Po Junzhi interpret it, he wanted to borrow troops from Qin Zhen.

But now the country in Central China is in short supply.

Qin Zhen wanted to unlock a cloned technology. One soldier could use it for two, but he really had no spare force to lend it to this Saint of Painting.

"I also think, but the young woman dares not expect much in the current situation of the king. Therefore, the Pojun I meant to refer to is this..."

Sun Ren said as a small flame suddenly burst out from her fingertips.

Qin Zhen looked at the flames jumping on Sun Ren's fingertips in surprise...

"Are the king surprised that a woman who makes a living by selling paintings can light up the extraordinary ability to control stars?" Sun Ren said with a smile as he shook the flame in his hand.

"Mr. Sun's painting skills are superb, and it is not surprising that he uses paintings to burn the stars."

Qin Zhen was not surprised that Sun Ren lit up his star because she was very famous in later generations.

In addition to her paintings, Sun Ren also has another hidden identity. She is the second daughter of the Lord of Jiangdong, but she was kicked out of Jiangdong because of political struggles.

It is recorded in history that her final outcome was that she was killed by her brother because of her power seizure.

Now Sun Ren is probably trying to accumulate strength and return to Jiangdong.

"It is precisely because the little woman uses paintings to enter the Tao that the star ignited has no ability to break the enemy. The combat power that can be achieved is only the small candlelight of the fingertips."

Sun Ren looked at the candlelight lit up at his fingertips and his mood seemed very dim.

The extraordinary power brought by her star is mainly assisted and has no combat power at all, let alone confronting the famous generals on the battlefield.

Just like a player who mainly focuses on life, he has to pick up a sword and starts to click on combat skills due to changes in his home.

"so?"

"The little woman originally wanted to meet General Zhao Lian, and she practiced for a while in her name, but it was a pity that she had recently..."

Sun Ren told him the real purpose of coming to Central China, and when he said this, Sun Ren's tone became a little curious and asked.

"I saw General Zhao lose all his strength and was extremely decadent. He would become like this when the enemy army invaded. Could it be that he was General Zhao's star..."

"She will cheer up."

Qin Zhen interrupted Sun Ren's guess, and even Sun Ren knew that General Zhao Lian was in a sluggish state and could not go to the battlefield anymore. I'm afraid this matter has spread.

But Qin Zhen didn't care about these things, but pointed his finger at the small flame at Sun Ren's fingertips and said.

"And I... can also turn the candlelight in your hand into an angry flame that can burn thousands of troops!"

Qin Zhen said the first half of the sentence with confidence, but when he thought of his current situation, his tone instantly weakened by three points, he added...

"It just takes some time."

There are still many arsonists in Jiangdong, such as Zhou Gongjin and Lu Boyan, all of whom are famous arsonists.

The so-called...the fire of Dongwu is burning, and thousands of enemy troops are burning!

So as long as there are enough resources and the time is ripe, it is absolutely fine to train another Sun Ren in Qinzhen.

"strangeness."

Sun Ren heard the outsider of Qin Zhen sounded like a completely exaggerated and boasted, but Sun Ren heard that what Qin Zhen said was true.

"Why is it strange?"

"The little woman understands the art of looking at people... So when he hears the king's words, he doesn't know where the king's confidence comes from."

Sun Ren's words made Qin Zhen's forehead feel cold sweat that did not exist.

Indeed, Qin Zhen is now unable to protect itself, and whether he can survive for two months is a problem.

In this situation, I still boast about Haikou, which will allow Sun Ren’s general to have the ability to break the enemy and then return to Jiangdong? Isn’t this a joke?

But Sun Ren gently held her chin with his hands and smiled slightly as he looked at Qin Zhen's nervous look. She seemed to like Qin Zhen's a little embarrassed look.

Sun Ren said after watching for a while.

"But the little woman is still willing to believe in the king, and it is not a loss to exchange for the king's promise with two paintings."

Sun Ren's answer made Qin Zhen feel a little relieved, and then wiped the residue left on his hands with his clothes because of eating snacks. When he was about to select the paintings in Sun Ren's wooden box...

The Painting Saint's fingertips once again ignited a small handful of candles.

"That is, these clumsy works in the box may not meet the king's request of 'can make future generations proud'."

What can’t be satisfied with this? When Qin Zhen was thinking about this, Sun Ren suddenly threw the candlelight at his fingertips into the wooden box!

When the candlelight touched the paintings piled up in mountains of wooden boxes, the fire spread everywhere in an instant, and almost swallowed the paintings on the surface of the wooden box in the blink of an eye.

What the hell are you doing!?

Qin Zhen saw Sun Ren's true works burned by flames, and was so angry that he almost wanted to give Lingchi the person who set fire to the cultural relics!

But the problem is that the person who sets the fire is Sun Ren himself, and Qin Zhen can only do what he can do and starts to extinguish the fire with his hands.

"Your Majesty!" Guan Sheng in the distance noticed the movement here and wanted to get water.

"Don't use water! These are paintings! You can't touch water!"

Qin Zhen shouted while slapping the flames in the wooden box with his clothes, trying to extinguish them.
To be continued...