Chapter 31: People with stories

The clothes are chosen, and the semi-fragrance should be tangled for the hairstyle.
Ink is impatient: "Are you Virgo? Don't worry, just comb a simple and generous."
"Yes!" Half incense immediately did.
After the hair is combed, then help the ink to make up.
After some busy work, I finally painted it. Momo immediately looked at himself in the mirror. Suddenly, he was shocked and stunned: "Heaven! This, is this human?"
The semi-fragrance is proud of it: "The maiden, you used to like this makeup, and every time you go to see the banquet, it will be so grand."
Ink finally understands why Jun Chie doesn't like the deity. This thick makeup is so beautiful that these giant panda eyes are scary to death. In fact, the deity of this deity has a national fragrance, a little makeup and a beautiful style. After painting, it was ugly.
"Hurry up and help me wash off this makeup. The ghosts in the daytime are scary." Ink doesn't like this makeup very much.
Half a fragrant face grievances: "The niece, you used to let the slaves draw this for you."
"Don't paint this way in the future, waste time not to mention, but also ugly scary."
Mo Yan quickly washed his face, then took the cosmetics on the table, simply drew it down and looked at the semi-fragrant road: "How do you think this makeup?"
The half-fragrance was surprised to see the face of the ink, and muttered: "The goddess, so beautiful! But why can't you see the traces of makeup?"
Ink smiled proudly: "This is called makeup, is the most popular makeup in modern times, is it better than your makeup."
The semi-fragrance immediately gave a thumbs up: "It's so nice. Niangni, you have to teach slaves in the future."
"Do not worry! Pack the church. Let's go quickly! Don't wait for the emperor." Immediately lift the skirt and run out.
Jun Qian Che waited for a long time outside the Fengyang Palace. Still did not see the ink, but did not say anything, just stood here waiting. He would like to see if Mo Zhen really dared not come.
Lin Gonggong stood by the side with care, but in his heart he was praying for the ink: Queen Empress, why are you still not coming! Let the emperor wait, how much courage!
Lin Gonggong worried that the emperor waited anxiously and carefully walked up to the front: "Imperial, do you want to send a man to the Queen's palace to see?"
"No, people are coming." Jun Qian calmly said, can not hear the mood.
Mo Yan took the skirt and panted and ran to the front of Jun Qian, and bowed his salute: "I'm sorry for the emperor, I have kept you waiting."
Half-fragrance immediately sinned: "Return to the emperor, it is the fault of the slaves. It is the slave who helped the maiden to pick up the clothes and wasted time. Then the painted maiden is not satisfied, then the maiden washes off and repaints herself, so it wastes time. It is a slave and awkward, and the emperor must not blame the goddess."
Jun Qian’s line of sight fell on Mo Yan’s body, wearing a pale green long pendulum dress, embroidering a blossoming plum blossom with the same color line, extending from the skirt to the waist, a mysterious purple The wide waistband tightens the waist and reveals the body shackles. On the contrary, it gives a feeling of elegance and luxury. It is covered with a light green open-cut gauze. Every move attracts a sense of sparkling flow. A jade jade is attached to the waist, adding a refined atmosphere, echoing the jade dragon and phoenix bracelet on the wrist. A long black hair has a simple but generous hair, and it really does not live up to this beautiful one. Exciting hair, some rose essence on the hair, exudes a charming fragrance, the phoenix spreads on the six sides of the phoenix, and the seven-faced jade inlaid with seven treasures, and the powder is applied to make the white skin more tender. The brilliance of the white, the charming and charming almond eyes are radiant between the eyes and the waves, the lips of the petals are very attractive, and the whole face is extremely delicate.
Jun Qian Che sincerely praised: "This makeup is very suitable for the Queen." She finally knows how to be a woman.
Ink immediately swelled: "Thank you for the emperor's praise."
Jun Qian Che reached out to her.
When the ink smudged, he smiled and said: "No need! It is good to go to the court."
Jun Qian Che didn't have time to waste with her, pulled her hand and walked toward the direction of the martial arts.
The courtiers and the winners from all over the world are ready to wait for the emperor to come.
However, the emperor, who has always been on time, is late today and makes everyone puzzled.
As the loud announcement came through, I saw the emperor holding the Queen's hand and came over.
The ministers looked at each other and whispered inexplicably: "How did the emperor bring the Queen Empress also?"
"Yes! Wu Zhuangyuan contest, there has never been a harem woman."
Although the ministers have many incomprehensible, but the emperor's mind, they do not dare to speculate too much, have bowed down: "See the emperor, see the Queen Empress."
"All the love is getting up!" Jun Qianche took the ink to walk to the chair and sat down.
On the side of the ink, he looked at Jun Qian, a bright yellow robes, sitting on a dragon chair, like a world, overlooking Wansheng! No, he is on top of thousands of people! However, this handsome face is always cold and iceberg, people can't guess what he thinks and thinks, but the height is not cold, presumably this seat is not good to sit, look at the following Baiguan, although one by one The surrender of a face is respectful, but who is really loyal, who has dissent, he needs to judge one by one, it is not easy.
And in this position, how many people want to replace him, although he has the power to kill and kill, the opening can determine the life and death of others, but his life is also remembered by others, and suddenly he feels that he is quite lonely. of.
Mo Yan felt that he had a gaze to look at himself, and he took his eyes off from Jun Qian's body. He was on the line of the Seven Kings. The warmth of the sun was so fascinating. However, there is a trace of sorrow in this look, which makes people feel bad, and Qixian Wang should also be a storyteller.
Jun Qian Che suddenly looked sideways at the ink.