The attendant happily went to get clothes for Wen Xian, and he was secretly glad that his master had finally figured out how to give in to His Majesty.

The master of his family is so beautiful.

Where can the group of vulgar fans in the harem be compared?

is the favored He Shijun now, but because he looks a little like his master, he has won His Majesty's favor.

Now the Lord has returned.

Just go for this imposter!

A stand-in who was sent to the palace by his biological mother is just a stand-in, and he really treats himself as a dish?

The little attendant happily picked out a cyan robe for Wen Xian, which was made of ice silk fabric, which looked faintly shiny, incredibly beautiful, and cold to the touch.

He thought to himself.

Only a fairy-like character like Feng Jun is worthy of such a clothing fabric, so he does not disgrace this clothes.

Like last time, a certain squire also wore a piece of clothing imitating ice silk fabric, swaggering in the palace like a peacock, but he didn't take a mirror to look at himself, just that look, even he couldn't compare to a squire, and he dared to defile the ice silk that only Feng Jun could wear.

It's also because their master has a good temperament, so they don't care about that little cheap hoof.

If only he had been replaced.

I dragged the man out and beat him to death!

……

Wen Xian changed his clothes, tied up his long hair again, and simply tidied himself up, and he stood up and prepared to go out.

He was stopped by the squire just now.

"Fengjun, you, are you ready to go out like this?"

Wen Xian: "? ”

Slowly put a question mark.

Seeing his master's obviously puzzled look, the attendant gradually became a little bolder, and his speech became a little more lively, "You have been ill for a long time and your complexion is not good, if you don't pick up and go to see Your Majesty, I'm afraid it's not good?" ”

The squire's words were still relatively subtle, and he only said a bad look.

But Wen Xian instantly understood what he meant.

Bad complexion = impaired appearance

That is, he has become ugly?

Wen Xian: "......"

Wen Xian probably also understood that what Fu Yue liked was only his beautiful face, if his appearance was damaged...... Then she was afraid that she would be even more reluctant to see him.

This is a no-go.

Wen Xian: "So, what should I do?" ”

His voice was a little small, 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 too good, the curvature of peach blossom eyes, the tail of the eye is narrow and long, and he doesn't even dare to paint like this, when he stares at a person quietly, it will give people an affectionate illusion.

Actually...... Even if he stared at a pillar, he looked affectionate.

The attendant's heart jumped violently: "!! ”

Feng Jun is beautiful, and he really lives up to his reputation.

Not to mention His Majesty, even he is a man who can almost hold it, and there is no woman in this world who can refuse.

The squire's face turned strangely red, he bent down, invited Wen Xian to sit down at the dresser, and then took out a lot of small boxes, "Feng Jun, just put on a little makeup." ”

The squire smiled innocently.

Holding the rouge gouache in his hand, his eyes stared directly at Wen Xian's face, and his expression was a little eager to try.

Wen Xian: "......"

He looked at the strange little box in the hand of the attendant, and his long eyebrows gradually gathered from the end of his eyes, obviously not very happy.

Makeup?

Rouge gouache?

He looked at the face reflected in the bronze mirror, pale and beautiful, although it was beautiful, but there was also a kind of haggard that could not be ignored.