Chapter 640 Sitting on the Land and the Beauty (59)

The attendant happily went to get clothes for Wen Xian, secretly happy that his master finally figured it out and surrendered to His Majesty.

His master is so beautiful.

How can the group of vulgar fans in the harem compare?

As for the favored He Shijun, it was only because he looked somewhat similar to his master that he won His Majesty's favor.

Now the real owner is back.

Just leave this counterfeit alone!

He is just a substitute who was sent to the palace by his biological mother. Does he really treat himself as a dish?

The little attendant happily picked out a cyan robe for Wen Xian. It was made of ice silk. It looked faintly shiny, so beautiful that it felt cold to the touch.

He thought happily.

Only a person like Feng Jun, who is like an immortal, is worthy of such clothing and fabrics, so that the clothes will not be disgraceful.

Just like last time, a certain attendant wore a dress made of imitation ice silk fabric and swaggered around the palace like a peacock, but he didn't look at himself in the mirror. In terms of appearance, even one of his attendants couldn't compare. , and dare to tarnish the ice silk that only Feng Jun can wear.

It's only because their master has a good temper that he doesn't care about that little bitch.

If it were him.

The man had been dragged out and beaten to death with sticks!

…

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

He was stopped by the attendant just now.

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

Wen Xian: "?"

Slowly type a question mark.

Seeing his master's obviously confused look, the attendant gradually became bolder and spoke more lively, "You have been ill for a long time and your complexion is not good. It would be inappropriate if you don't tidy up before going to see His Majesty." All right?"

The attendant's words were relatively reserved, and he just said that he looked bad.

But Wen Xian understood what he meant instantly.

Poor complexion = damaged appearance

In other words, he became ugly?

Wen Xian: "..."

Wen Xian probably also understood that Fu Yue only liked his beautiful face. If his appearance was damaged... then she would be even less willing to see him.

This is absolutely impossible.

Wen Xian: "Then, what should I do?"

His voice was a little soft, and his beautiful and clean black eyes stared at the attendant in front of him, casting a doubtful look at him.

Wen Xian's eyes are so well made, with the curvature of the peach blossom eyes and the narrow and upward ends of the eyes, the kind that he would not even dare to draw in a painting. When he stares at someone quietly, he will give people a kind of affectionate look. illusion.

Actually... even if he stares at a pillar, he still looks affectionate.

The attendant's heart skipped a beat: "!!"

Fengjun's beauty is indeed well-deserved.

Not to mention His Majesty, even a man like him could hardly control him. There is no woman in the world who can refuse.

The attendant's face turned red strangely. He bent down and asked Wen Xian to sit at the dressing table. Then he took out many small boxes and said, "Feng Jun, just put on a little makeup."

The attendant smiled innocently.

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

Wen Xian: "..."

He looked at the strange little box in the attendant's hand, and his long eyebrows gradually narrowed into a thin line from the end of his eyes, obviously not happy.

Makeup?

Rouge gouache?

He looked at the face reflected in the bronze mirror. It was pale and beautiful. Although it was good-looking, there was also a haggardness that could not be ignored.