She put the ink jade away and started combing her makeup in front of the mirror. This was the first time she looked at herself in the mirror carefully. Her eyebrows were light and delicate, not as delicate as ordinary women, because she never trimmed her eyebrows, but she had a certain kind of look.
Natural heroism; sparkling eyes, pupils like black glass, the gaze is captivating; a beautiful nose, not perfect, but so cute that you can’t help but pinch it; full and soft lips, like a cherry
It's so beautiful that you don't need any rouge or gouache. It's so beautiful that you want to kiss it.
She reached out and touched her cheek and tried to pinch it. It turned out that the elasticity was really good. No wonder Yun Ziyou liked to pinch her face so much. She used to have a little baby fat, but now she is just right thin and her chin has become sharper.
, look left and right, you can match the beauty.
No wonder Xiao Ninglan was used to eating ginseng and abalone, and now she wanted to change her taste. Yan Xiaoyu sighed and opened the drawer. There was good rouge and gouache inside, and she applied her makeup bit by bit.
The peerless beauty in the bronze mirror seems to have become a little unlike herself. She is determined not to show such a melancholy face. Could it be that she has really changed?
In the winter, she wore a bright red Hunan embroidered gauze skirt, covered with a hollow gauze coat of the same color, and tied a pure white fox fur cloak tightly around her shoulders. She looked at the unfamiliar herself in the bronze mirror. She remembered that Hu Rumei used to
Dressed like this in winter, Hu Rumei stayed in the East Palace and was pampered for three years.
Now, will she be the second Hu Rumei? She feels a little sour, a little bitter, and a little scared, but Qiuyue said that Xiao Ninglan's heart is still with her, so she should be able to do it with him with this body
exchange.
Along the way, everyone in the palace stopped and stood, looking at her with her mouth open in surprise. Yan Xiaoyu used to be like a tomboy and felt uncomfortable wearing a skirt. Now she looks like this, which shocked everyone.
She followed the rules of the palace and moved lightly. Her bright red pleated skirt dragged a long trace on the snow. Her small white hands gently held the cloak, as delicate as a flower in the snow.
Blooming flowers.
Aya followed behind her, her brows furrowed, Yan Xiaoyu knew how to walk step by step, which scared not only the palace people, but looking at her enchanting dress, Aya strode forward and grabbed Yan Xiaoyu's shoulders.
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