"I have resigned." Dai Yuan felt that accompanying the king was like accompanying a tiger. The king was fine just now, but why did his face suddenly look so ugly? It was really the sun rising in the east and raining in the west, so it would be better for her to dodge first.
"Wait a minute." The king stood up and walked out of the gauze curtain.
Only then did he see his true face in Lushan.
"You stay and talk to me. I'm a little irritable today." The king said in a soft voice. Dai Yuan and the king were the only ones in the palace.
"Your Majesty has so many concubines, all of them are as beautiful as flowers. I'd better... take leave first." Dai Yuan kept her head down. She was really afraid that the big black mole on her face would scare the king. After all, she has seen too many beauties, and occasionally she looks at them.
When you meet an ugly girl, you may have a big reaction and feel quite uncomfortable.
"Uh, am I scary?" The king raised Dai Yuan's chin with a paper fan.
Dai Yuan closed her eyes tightly, she didn't want to see his frightened eyes and his retreating figure...
After closing her eyes for a while, without seeming to react, Dai Yuan slowly opened her eyes and saw the king looking at her intently.
"What a standard beauty." It took a long time for the king to say this.
Ah, could it be that this king has a fetish for moles, which is also called beauty...
"You are such a beautiful woman, why do you need to paint a black mole like Zhaojun's? Are you afraid that I will rob you?"
Ah, he has also read the history of Zhaojun. Hey, how does he know that the mole is fake?
Dai Yuan picked up the bronze mirror she carried with her and took a look. She saw that the mole had already fainted, like a few smears of dust... She must have been busy showing off their underwear just now, and she forgot to touch up her own makeup.
Dai Yuan was embarrassed to look at the king, so she lowered her head and remained silent.
The king changed his cold attitude and took out a golden handkerchief from his sleeve to remove the remaining makeup on Dai Yuan's face.
This feeling was actually the same as the feeling when the knife was wiped off by him yesterday. The king also rolled up his sleeves.
Dai Yuan quietly looked up. This? How is this possible? Something surprising happened to her!
The king and the sword look the same!
It's just that the king is more royal in his attire, and the sword is more carefree and elegant.
The king was still carefully wiping the remaining makeup on Dai Yuan's face, not paying attention to the surprise in her eyes.