Chapter 641 Sitting on the Land and the Beauty (60)

The beauty had a dull face.

Wen Xian nodded slowly, acquiescing that the attendant could do whatever he wanted on his face and tinker with some weird stuff.

After a stick of incense.

After a cup of tea.

…

An hour later.

Wen Xian: "..."

He wanted to flip the table and give up countless times, but when he thought of someone, he endured it and patiently allowed this person to mess with his face.

Just when Wen Xian almost fell asleep.

"Fengjun, okay, what do you think?"

Open your eyes.

The crow-feather-like eyelashes are like opening fans, setting off a pair of delicate eyes like ink jade, which is incredibly beautiful.

The person reflected in the mirror.

Put on light makeup.

The eyebrows were lightly outlined a few times, making them look slightly narrow and long. The delicate eyebrows were of stunning color, 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?

His fair forehead twitched, and he held his forehead a little unbearably.

Wen Xian ordered with a cold face: "Take it off for me."

The attendant shook his head in embarrassment: "Fengjun, this makeup is so beautiful, Your Majesty will definitely like it."

Wen Xian was silent for a while.

He opened his thin lips lightly and said hesitantly: "Really?"

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

The tone is ethereal.

The attendant nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "Your Majesty will definitely like it."

Wen Xian laughed at himself.

What on earth is he doing?

This woman is obviously his enemy. Not only does he not think about revenge, but he is willing to use his beauty to please her, to please this heartless woman...

What a joke he is.

Wen Xian closed his eyes slightly.

She was his disaster.

There is no way to avoid it.

…

Wen Xian met a person on the way to Chaoyang Palace in the Imperial Garden. He didn't pay attention to this person at all.

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

The beauty in snowy clothes paused in her steps.

He serves the king?

...Is he the one who received her seven-day grace?

Wen Xian raised his eyes and looked over, then frowned slightly, and slowly tightened the fingertips holding his sleeves, and the aura around him suddenly sank.

A boy who is visible to the eye.

That face looked extremely familiar.

The facial features and eyes looked very much like him, especially the snow-coated outfit. They were very similar. At a glance, Wen Xian felt ridiculous that he saw himself.

My heart skipped a beat.

So, why does she pamper this person?

Is it because of this face?

He Luo realized that Youdao's eyes were on him, and he also raised his eyes to look at him. His pupils suddenly dilated and his lips trembled a little.

"Who is this?"

he asked the attendant behind him.

The attendant was shaking like a sieve, and replied tremblingly: "This is, this is Lord Feng."

He Luo felt a little soft under his feet.

Fengjun?

Why does Fengjun look so similar to him?

...No, it should be said that he and Feng Jun are so similar.

So, the reason why he was favored was all because of his appearance that was similar to that of Feng Jun?

He Luo's face turned a little pale.

No wonder, no wonder His Majesty never really consummated his marriage...

He is just a fake, a stand-in.

He Luo couldn't help but raise his eyes again and glanced at the elegant man in white clothes not far away, and lowered his head in shame.

Although they look very similar.

But a fake is a fake.

When he compared with this Feng Jun, he instantly fell into the dust.