Chapter 641: Sitting on the country and beauty (60)

The beauty was stupid.
Wen Xian nodded slowly, acquiescing that this attendant could do whatever he wanted on his face and tinker with some weird things.
After a stick of incense.
After a cup of tea.
...
An hour later.
Wen Xian: "..."
He tried to quit the table countless times, but when he thought of someone, he endured it again, patiently letting this person play tricks on his face.
Just when Wen Xian almost fell asleep.
"Fengjun, all right, what do you think?"
Open your eyes.
The crow-feather-like eyelashes are like an open fan, and they are inconceivably beautiful against the exquisite black jade-like eyes.
The person reflected in the mirror.
Put on light makeup.
The eyebrows were lightly outlined for a few times, and they appeared to be narrow and narrow, and the delicate eyebrows were stunning, and even a thin layer of rouge was put on the cheeks, which added a bit of femininity.
Wen Xian: "..."
Who is the ghost in the mirror?
The white forehead jumped, he couldn't bear to look directly at his forehead.
Wen Xian coldly said, "Unload it for me."
The attendant shook his head embarrassedly: "Fengjun, how beautiful this makeup looks, your majesty will definitely like it."
Wen Xian was silent for a while.
He lightly opened his lips and said hesitantly: "Really?"
As he said, he raised his slender and white fingers, and gently touched his stunning face.
The tone is ethereal.
The attendant nodded like a chicken pecking rice, "Your Majesty will definitely like it."
Wen Xian laughed at himself.
What is he doing?
This woman is obviously his enemy. Not only does he not want to take revenge, but rather willingly use beauty to please her, to please this innocent woman...
He is really a joke.
Wen Xian closed his eyes slightly.
She is his robbery.
Inevitable.
...
Wen Xian ran into someone on the way to Chaoyang Palace. It was in the Imperial Garden. He didn't pay attention to this person at all.
Until Wenxian heard someone call the boy "He Shijun".
Xueyi beauty's footsteps.
He Shijun?
... Is it the one who has been favored by her for seven days?
Wen Xian raised his eyes and looked over, then frowned slightly, and slowly squeezed the fingertips of his sleeves, and the momentum of his body sank suddenly.
A visible teenager.
That face was extremely familiar.
His eyebrows are very similar to him, especially with the appearance of this snow suit, they are almost eighth similar. A glance at the past makes Wen Xian have a sense of absurdity to see himself.
My heart jumped.
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 enlarged, and his lips were shaking a little.
"Who is this?"
He was asking the attendant behind him.
The attendant trembled like a sieve, and replied tremblingly: "This is, this is Fengjun."
He Luo felt a little soft under his feet.
Fengjun?
Why does Feng Jun look so similar to him?
...No, it should be said that he and Feng Jun are so similar.
So, the reason why he can be favored is all because of this look similar to this Fengjun?
He Luo's face turned pale.
No wonder, no wonder your Majesty has never really met him...
He is just a fake, a stand-in.
He Luo couldn't help but raised his eyes again and looked at the unparalleled man in white not far away, and hung his head down in embarrassment.
Although they look very similar.
However, fakes are fakes.
He compared with this Feng Jun, instantly fell into the dust.