The attendant happily went to get Wen Xian's clothes, and he was secretly happy that his master had finally figured out to submit to His Majesty.
His master is so beautiful.
And how can the group of vulgar fans in the harem be compared
Even He Shijun, who is favored now, is only favored by His Majesty because he looks a bit like his master.
Now the Lord is back.
Just leave this kind of counterfeit alone!
A substitute who was sent into the palace by his biological mother, did he really treat himself as a dish
The little attendant happily picked out a blue robe for Wen Xian, it was made of ice silk, it looked faintly shiny, it was so beautiful that it felt cold to the touch.
He thought happily.
Only a person like Feng Jun, who is like an exiled fairy, is worthy of this kind of clothing fabric, so that the clothes are not humiliating.
Just like last time, a certain servant also wore a piece of imitation ice silk fabric, flaunting in the palace like a peacock, but he didn’t even take a mirror to look at himself. In terms of appearance, even his servants can’t compare , dare to defile the ice silk that only Feng Jun can wear.
It's because their master has a good temper, so he doesn't care about that little bastard.
If you change him.
Drag that man out and beat him to death!
…
After Wen Xian changed his clothes, tied up his long hair and tidied himself up, he stood up and was ready to go out.
He was stopped by the attendant just now.
"Feng Jun, you, are you ready to go out like this?"
Wen Xian: "?"
Slowly put out a question mark.
Seeing his master's obviously puzzled expression, the attendant gradually became bolder and spoke more lively, "You have been ill for a long time, and your complexion is not good. If you don't tidy up and go to see your majesty, I'm afraid it's not right. All right?"
The attendant's words were relatively reserved, and he just said something with a bad look.
But Wen Xian instantly understood what he meant.
Bad complexion = damaged appearance
In other words, he has become ugly
Wen Xian: "..."
Wen Xian also probably understands that what Fu Yue likes is only his beautiful face, if his appearance is damaged... then she might be even more reluctant to see him.
This is absolutely impossible.
Wen Xian: "Then, what should I do?"
His voice was a little low, and his beautiful and clean black eyes stared at the attendant in front of him, casting a puzzled look at him.
Wen Xian's eyes are so well-developed, the arc of the peach blossom pupils, the tails of the eyes are long and narrow, the kind that even dare not draw like this, when staring at someone quietly, it will give people a kind of affectionate illusion.
Actually... Even if he stared at a pillar, he looked affectionate.
The servant's heart skipped a beat: "!!"
Feng Jun's beauty is indeed well-deserved.
Not to mention His Majesty, even a man can hardly hold back him. There is no woman in this world who can refuse.
The attendant's face turned red strangely, he bent down, asked Wen Xian to sit at the dressing table, and then took out many small boxes, "Feng Jun, just put on a little makeup."
The servant smiled innocently.
Holding the rouge and gouache in his hand, he stared straight at Wen Xian's face with an expression of eagerness to try.
Wen Xian: "..."
He looked at the strange little box in the attendant's hand, and his long eyebrows gradually gathered a line from the end of his eyes, obviously not happy.
Makeup
Rouge gouache
He looked at the face reflected in the bronze mirror. It was pale and beautiful. Although it was good-looking, there was also a haggardness that could not be ignored.