The beauty has a wooden face.

Wen Xian nodded slowly, acquiescing that this squire could do whatever he wanted on his face and tinker with some strange things.

After a stick of incense.

After a cup of tea.

……

An hour later.

Wen Xian: "......"

He wanted to lift the table countless times, but when he thought of someone, he endured it again, and patiently let this person mess with his face.

Just when Wen Xian almost fell asleep.

"Feng Jun, okay, how about you take a look?"

Open your eyes.

The crow-like eyelashes are like opening a fan, lining the delicate eyes like ink jade, which are incredibly beautiful.

A person reflected in the mirror.

I put on light makeup.

The eyebrows were lightly outlined a few times, slightly narrow, 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 jumped, and he couldn't bear to look directly at his forehead.

Wen Xian commanded with a cold face: "Unload it for me." ”

The attendant shook his head in embarrassment: "Feng Jun, how beautiful this makeup is, Your Majesty will definitely like it." ”

Wen Xian was silent for a moment.

Lightly opened his thin lips and hesitated: "Really? ”

As he spoke, he raised his slender and white fingers and lightly touched his stunning face.

The tone is ethereal.

The waiter nodded incessantly as if the chicken was pecking rice, "Your Majesty will definitely like it." ”

Wen Xian laughed to himself.

What the hell is he doing?

This woman is obviously his enemy, not only does he not want to take revenge, but he willingly uses his beauty to please her and this heartless woman......

He's a joke.

Wen Xian closed his eyes slightly.

She was his calamity.

There is no way to avoid it.

……

Wen Xian met a person on the way to Chaoyang Palace, it was in the Imperial Garden, and he didn't pay attention to this person at all.

Until Wen Xian heard someone call the young man "He Shijun".

The footsteps of the snow-clad beauty paused.

Ho Shijun?

…… Is that the one who received her grace for seven days?

Wen Xian raised his eyes and looked over, then frowned slightly, and the fingertips pinching his sleeves slowly clenched, and the momentum around his body sank sharply.

A teenager in sight.

That face is extremely familiar.

His eyebrows and eyes are very similar to him, especially the dress of this snow suit, which is eight points similar, and at a glance, it makes Wen Xian feel absurd to see himself.

My heart skipped a beat.

So, why would she spoil this person?

Is it because of this face?

He Luo realized that Youdao's gaze fell on him, and he also raised his eyes to look at the other party, his pupils suddenly dilated, and his lips trembled a little.

"Who is this?"

He asked the attendant behind him.

The attendant's body trembled like a sieve, and he replied tremblingly: "This is, this is Feng Jun." ”

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.

Therefore, the reason why he was able to be favored was all because of this face similar to this Fengjun?

He Luo's face turned a little pale.

No wonder, no wonder His Majesty has never really had sex with him......

He's just a fake, a stand-in.

He Luo couldn't help but raise his eyes again to look at the man in white who was not far away, and hung his head in shame.

Although they look incomparably similar.

However, a fake is a fake.

He compared with this Feng Jun, and instantly fell into the dust.