Warning : Providence the Beauty is Driven to Villainy

The attendant happily went to get the clothes for Wen Xian, and was secretly happy that his master finally figured out to serve his majesty.

His master is so beautiful.

How can those vulgar fans in the harem be comparable?

Just now, the favored He Shijun was just because he looked a little bit like the master, and that was his Majesty's favor.

Now the Lord is back.

Just go for this kind of counterfeit!

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

The little attendant happily picked a cyan robe for Wen Xian, made of ice silk, and looked faintly shiny, beautiful and incredible, with cold tentacles.

He thought happily.

Only a character like Feng Jun could be worthy of such fabrics, and he would not lose the clothes.

Like the last time a certain servant wore an ice-like silk fabric, he swaggered in the palace like a peacock, but he didn’t look at himself in the mirror. He couldn’t even compare to him as an attendant. , Dare to defile the ice silk that only Feng Jun can wear.

That is why their master has a good temperament, so he doesn't care about that little hooves.

If you change him.

Drag the man out and beat him to death!

...

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

He was stopped by the attendant just now.

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

Wen Xian: "?"

Slowly type a question mark.

Seeing my master’s apparently puzzled look, the attendants gradually became bolder and spoke a bit more lively, "You have not healed for a long time, and your complexion is not good. If you don’t have a good look, you will see your Majesty. Ok?"

The attendant's words are still relatively subtle, and only a few words are not good.

But Wen Xian instantly understood what he meant.

Poor complexion = impaired appearance

In other words, he has become ugly?

Wen Xian: "..."

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

This is absolutely impossible.

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

His voice was slightly small, and his beautiful, clean black eyes stared at the attendant in front of him, casting doubtful eyes at him.

Wen Xian’s eyes are so good-looking, the peach blossom eyes are curved, and the tails of the eyes are long and narrow. Even if you dare not paint like this, when you quietly stare at a person, it will give people a kind of affection. illusion.

Actually... even if he stared at a pillar, he seemed affectionate.

The attendant's heart jumped sharply: "!!!"

Feng Jun's beauty is indeed well-deserved.

Not to mention your Majesty, even a man almost can't hold him, there is any woman in this world that can refuse.

The attendant's face blushed strangely, he bent down, asked Wenxian to sit down at the dressing table, and then took out many small boxes, "Fengjun, just a little makeup."

The attendant smiled purely.

Holding the rouge gouache in his hand, his eyes were staring straight at Wenxian's face, with a look a little eager to try.

Wen Xian: "..."

He looked at the weird little box in the attendant's hand, his long eyebrows gradually harvested from the end of his eyes, obviously not happy.

Put on makeup?

Rouge gouache?

He looked at the face reflected in the bronze mirror. It was pale and beautiful. Although it looked good, he was also haggard that could not be ignored.