What is a beauty?

Ordinary beauties only look at their appearance, but first-class beauties also look at temperament and manners, and the stunning beauties above this also have to look at the rhyme, the so-called rhyme, is in the appearance, figure, temperament, manners and so on gathered in a person, further sublimated, and finally presented a perfect interpretation of the word "beauty".

And the beauty who appeared in the courtyard at this time was such a stunning beauty, although she was wearing a black cloak, covering her figure and appearance, under Yang Ming's request, she only showed two jade hands, but these two jade hands were enough to attract the attention of any man.

In Yang Ming's sight, the beauty shrouded in a black cloak lowered her head, and her two jade hands pinched the edge of the hat and slowly lifted it upward.

The woman who can be given to Yang Ming by Han Wangan must be a beauty, and this beauty is still a beauty who knows where her beauty is, her every move, even if it is unintentional, can bring her beauty to the limit, just like this.

Her hand was just pinched into her hat, and between gently lifting it up, a sparkling jaw appeared in front of Yang Ming through the lights in the courtyard.

Then, between the curtains lifted a little bit, there were vermilion lips, plump and sexy, when Yang Ming's eyes were completely attracted by her red lips, her delicate nose slowly appeared in front of Yang Ming, so that Yang Ming's attention was diverted, and when Yang Ming saw her nose, he uncontrollably gave birth to a burst of impulse: just like this, so beautiful, what kind of style should the eyes, forehead, and even hair above the nose be.

This is a beauty who is very good at showing her charm, she knows how to attract the attention of men, just like now, if it is an ordinary woman, it is estimated that she will lift her hat at once, but she is lifting it little by little, and suddenly creating a sense of mystery for herself, so that Yang Ming has a sense of anticipation.

In Yang Ming's expectation, two eyes that were as dark as ink, and the water waves flowed appeared in his line of sight, these eyes were very similar to Zhao Ji's eyes, but at the tips of the eyes, they were not as narrow as Zhao Ji's, but slightly provoked, although they lacked Zhao Ji's lazy extravagance, but they were a little more charming.

Eye-catching eyes, full forehead, and long crow-colored hair gradually built the most beautiful painting in the world in Yang Ming's sight.

At this time, the beauty looked up slightly, looking at Yang Ming standing on the top of the tall building, and Yang Ming also looked down at the beauty in the courtyard, for a while, there was silence, only a wisp of breeze fell, scattered a few leaves, falling in the courtyard, under the background of the lights, refracting the light of the moonlight.

When Yang Ming was looking at Mrs. Mingzhu, Mrs. Mingzhu was also looking at Yang Ming.

Men are critical of women, and women are also critical of men.

Very young, the real age is probably younger than me, not like Han Yu and Han Fei, not like a heroic high-roller who walks the rivers and lakes, nor a rough martial artist in the army like Ji Wuye, a very strange person. Mrs. Mingzhu looked at Yang Ming on the tall building, and wanted to sketch the image that belonged to Yang Ming in her mind, but for a while, Mrs. Mingzhu found that she couldn't find a suitable word to describe Yang Ming.

He's just a man. In the end, Mrs. Mingzhu could only give herself such an answer in her heart.

"What's your name?" Yang Ming asked, feeling a familiar aura on the body of the woman downstairs.

"Back to the adult, the little woman's name is Mingzhu." Madame Pearl owes a body.

"Pearl?" Yang Ming was slightly stunned, although he knew that there would not be many people in Korea who left such a stunning beauty, even in Korea, but when he heard this name, he was still surprised.

Pearl, pearl, there is only one pearl in this South Korea, the pearl that belongs to the palace of the Han king, and it is also the most beautiful pearl in the night in South Korea: the banshee of the blue sea tide.

Looking at the tide banshee downstairs who pretended to be nervous, Yang Ming couldn't help but smile, if Han Wang'an sent another woman, Yang Ming would have to carefully distinguish whether it was poisonous or not, and then there would be further action.

But is this tide banshee? There is no need for Yang Ming to distinguish it, Yang Ming can already be sure that this tide banshee must be poisonous, but it is precisely because this is a poisonous tide banshee that Yang Ming wants to eat this bait, after all, the taste of the poisonous tide banshee is the best in the world.

"You have a fate with me, come up." Yang Ming pointed to the tall building under him.

"Yes." Mingzhu bowed and walked towards the tall building with a weak look.

Hah, it's still played. Looking at the aggrieved tide banshee, Yang Ming smiled, such a tide banshee is quite interesting.

In Yang Ming's waiting, there was a gentle sound of footsteps in his ears, and Mingzhu, who was stepping on the stairwell, looked at the wooden ladder under his feet, and couldn't help clenching his fists, it was really a little annoying, she was going to seduce a strange man.

If Mingzhu took the initiative herself, she would like to conquer a man like Yang Ming through her charm, but unfortunately, now Mingzhu is not active, but forced to come here.

In the upcoming story, it is not that she wants to conquer Yang Ming, but that Yang Ming wants to enjoy everything she has, although there will not be much difference in the process, but between the subtle differences, there are two completely different moods.

Although the difference between the conqueror and the conquered is only one word, the content is very different.

As the footsteps approached, the figure of Lady Mingzhu appeared in front of Yang Ming.

"Mingzhu meets your lordship." Mingzhu bowed down and bowed.

It was not Yang Ming's voice that responded to her, but Yang Ming's big hand, Mrs. Mingzhu was shocked to find that one of Yang Ming's big hands had been held around her waist, and the next moment, Mrs. Mingzhu only felt a burst of clouds, and then put on the wooden frame of the windowsill under her buttocks.

Mrs. Mingzhu subconsciously looked to the side, only to feel dizzy, she was actually held by Yang Ming and placed on the windowsill, you know, this is a three-story high-rise building, Mrs. Mingzhu just glanced down, and she only felt dizzy,

This place is a little too high for an ordinary woman, and it is too exciting.

"It's too high here, I'm afraid." Mrs. Mingzhu grabbed the windowsill in a panic and said with a weak look.

"Where you go, you'll feel higher and better in a while." Yang Ming had already held Madame Mingzhu's waist with one hand as he spoke, and the palm of the other hand had already reached into the black cloak.

"Your Excellency." Mingzhu looked at Yang Ming shyly, and couldn't help but twist his neck, Yang Ming's performance was too direct, which made many of his plans too late to carry out.

"Ha, it's worthy of a beauty sent by King Han." Yang Ming's palm had already stretched out from Lady Mingzhu's cloak as he spoke, but when he stretched it out, there was already an extra thing in his hand.

"It's rare to ...... like this, and I'm getting more and more interested in seeing what you're looking like under this cloak." Yang Ming threw away the things in his hand, and in the coquettish and crispy moan of Madame Mingzhu, the snow-white hidden under the black cloak appeared in front of Yang Ming.

"My lord......" Mrs. Mingzhu said with panic in her refusal, she was indeed a little panicked at this time, although she was graceful, but she was as rough and direct as Yang Ming, but she had never experienced it, for Han Wang'an, she had too many means, and she didn't need to do it to such a degree as in front of her.

But now, Yang Ming didn't give her a chance to use her means at all.

Before Mrs. Mingzhu could react, she was already disheveled, and even her close-fitting underwear was thrown on the ground by Yang Ming.

"Now is not the time to say something, but to do something." Yang Ming laughed, stretched out his hand to support Mrs. Mingzhu's slender waist, which was not as slender as the purple girl, but was better than her soft waist, lowered her head slightly, and had already leaned over and captured Mrs. Mingzhu's mouth that could coax any man in the world.

"Huh? Woo......" In a low sound, Mrs. Mingzhu twisted, as if she wanted to avoid Yang Ming's entanglement, but between Yang Ming's control, where was there room for her to dodge.

In the midst of Madame Pearl's hesitation, clothes were dropped to the ground until the outermost black cloak remained.

Mrs. Mingzhu was dizzy for a while, only to feel that the cloak that was originally wide suddenly tightened, and then, in the limited space, suddenly a person appeared again, and with the corner of her eye, Mrs. Mingzhu saw that Yang Ming didn't know how to get into the cloak.

Mrs. Mingzhu, who only felt the chaos in her mind, suddenly woke up, and the attributes belonging to the tide banshee slowly awakened in her body.

A dark cloud drifted through the sky, blocking the moonlight, making the window sill dark, bowing his head to Yang Ming's neck, a pair of eyes in the hazy water vapor suddenly lit up, and a Ling Ran intention rose from it.

Who the hell is she?