The beauty has a wooden face.
Wen Xian nodded slowly, acquiescing that this attendant can do whatever he wants on his face, playing with some weird things.
After a stick of incense.
After a cup of tea.
…
An hour later.
Wen Xian: "..."
He wanted to turn over the table countless times and quit, but when he thought of someone, he could bear it again, and patiently let this person play tricks on his face.
Just when Wen Xian almost fell asleep.
"Feng Jun, well, what do you think?"
Open your eyes.
The crow-feather eyelashes are like a fan, and against the pair of exquisite black jade-like pupils, they are unbelievably beautiful.
The person reflected in the mirror.
I put on light makeup.
The eyebrows were lightly outlined a few times, making them slightly narrow and long. The delicate eyebrows and eyes were stunning, and there was even a thin layer of rouge on the cheeks, which added a bit of femininity.
Wen Xian: "..."
Who is the ghost in the mirror
The white forehead twitched, and he could not bear to look directly at his forehead.
Wen Xian ordered with a cold face: "Unload it for me."
The attendant shook his head in embarrassment: "Feng Jun, this makeup looks so pretty, Your Majesty will definitely like it."
Wen Xian was silent for a while.
Lightly parting her thin lips, she hesitated, "Really?"
As he spoke, he raised his slender, fair fingers and lightly touched his stunning face.
The tone is ethereal.
The servant nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "Your Majesty will definitely like it."
Wen Xian laughed at himself.
What the hell is he doing
This woman is obviously his enemy, not only does he not want to take revenge, but he is willing to use her beauty to please her, to please this heartless woman...
What a joke he is.
Wen Xian slightly closed his eyes.
She is his robbery.
There is no way to avoid it.
…
On the way to Chaoyang Palace, Wen Xian met a man in the imperial garden, and he didn't pay attention to this man at all.
Until Wen Xian heard someone calling the boy "He Shijun".
The footsteps of the snow-clothed beauty stopped.
He Shijun
... Is that the one who has been favored by her for seven days
Wen Xian raised his eyes and looked over, then frowned slightly, and slowly clenched the fingertips holding the sleeves tightly, and the aura around him suddenly sank.
The visible boy.
That face was surprisingly familiar.
His eyebrows and eyes are very similar to him, especially with this snow suit attire, they are completely similar. At first glance, it makes Wen Xian feel absurd to see himself.
My heart skipped a beat.
So, why would she spoil this man
Is it because of this face
He Luo realized that someone's gaze fell on him, and he also raised his eyes to look at him, his pupils suddenly dilated, and his lips trembled a little.
"Who is this?"
He was asking the attendants behind him.
The attendant trembled like a sieve, and tremblingly replied: "This is, this is Lord Feng."
He Luo felt a little soft under his feet.
Feng Jun
Why does Feng Jun look so similar to him
... No, it should be said that he is so similar to Feng Jun.
So, the reason why he can be favored is all because of this face similar to this Feng Jun
He Luo's face turned pale.
No wonder, no wonder His Majesty has never really consummated with him...
He's just a fake, a double.
He Luo couldn't help raising his eyes again to look at the handsome man in white clothes not far away, and lowered his head in embarrassment.
Although they look very similar.
But a fake is a fake.
Comparing him with this Feng Jun, he instantly fell into the dust.