Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 415 Flower Demon
If he had known that these skirts would fall on him one day, he would not have bought so many pink, blue, pink and green dresses with the idea of ​​"wanting to see the little master dress cutely".

Mo Junli flipped through the pile of extremely pink dresses, and blinked his teary eyes.

He rummaged through the countless tender colors for a long time, finally pinched his nose, took out a set of clothes with the longest skirt, the widest sleeves, and the largest volume, and tremblingly changed the bright red gown .

When Mu Daguo came back with a box of rouge and gouache humming a cheerful tune, the young man had already changed into women's clothes, and was straightening his collar and skirt with a straight face.

Hearing the little girl's knock on the door, Mo Junli felt hollow for an unknown amount of time, and his eyes shone a little weaker. He turned around and opened the door, and pulled the corners of his lips stiffly at the girl outside the door: "A Ci ,You're back."

"Pfft." The moment Mu Xici caught a glimpse of his outfit, he couldn't help laughing.

Mo Junli couldn't love her because of her smile: "Is it ugly? How about I change it back."

——He really doesn't have a penchant for wearing women's clothes! !
"No, no, no, it's pretty good-looking, really, you don't need to change it." Master Mu waved his hands again and again, grabbed the boy's sleeve, and stepped across the threshold swiftly, preventing him from escaping through the trap door.

Then she managed to hold back her smile, and raised her face solemnly: "Sorry, I just didn't expect that you would choose such a thing."

His upper body is a light pink cross-neck shirt, and a light pink gauze cape is worn outside.

The tailor who made the clothes seemed to want to be ingenious, so he specially cut the wide sleeves and hem of the cloak into the shape of petals, and embroidered a circle of delicate flowers on the cuffs of the clothes with silk thread of the same color.

The lower body is a double-layered long pleated skirt with dark pattern of round flowers, embroidered with a large piece of delicate spring peaches that almost protrude from the hem of the skirt.

On top of the pleated long skirt, there was a layer of misty shredded silk gauze skirt embellished with countless tiny crystal beads.

The originally slightly gorgeous peach blossom embroidery was enveloped by the smoky silk, and immediately became a bit hazy like looking at flowers in a mist. The tiny crystal beads on the skirt turned into crystal clear flowers on the petals. fine morning dew.

While walking, the beads swayed away from the petals under the mist, and the peach blossoms seemed to tremble and break free from the twigs. This is how the wind blows the peach shadows, and the flowers fall with dew. There are mountains of light-colored peaches.

"I think this dress is the longest." Mo Junli lowered his head and glanced at the peach-colored dress on his body, only to feel a sting in his heart, and his throat immediately became sweet.

He will now remember what kind of dress it is—the old tailor said that it was the dress worn by the "Peach Blossom Fairy" in his mind. There were so many silks and satins, and it took him a long time to come up with such a set.

At that time, he saw that the color of the skirt was good, the material was solid, and the size was just right, and he thought that if the little girl wore it, it would be very beautiful when she went up to the mountains in spring, so he bought it as soon as he got excited.

result……

He doesn't know if this thing looks like a Peach Blossom Fairy, but he knows that he will hate Peach Blossoms from now on.

"Then you know how to pick." When she picked, she picked the one that hurt her the most when she looked at her head.

The little girl frowned with a smile that was not a smile, and pushed him to sit in front of the small table.

She put down the dowry, opened the large lacquered wooden box carved with mother-of-pearl, and took out two boxes of makeup powder, various colors of face and lip balm, a small piece of eyebrow cream, and a small plate of lacquered gold.

Mo Junli looked at the various cosmetics on the table, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and couldn't help swallowing secretly.

"Aci, you... do you know how to put on makeup?" The young man was full of suspicion—in his impression, the little master seldom put on makeup, and occasionally, it seemed that Lingqin and others painted it on her .

"No." Master Mu replied frankly, "But it's not a big problem. I have seen Lingqin and the others many times when they were putting on makeup."

"I have long been familiar with the use of these things, and there will be no mistakes."

When Mo Junli heard this, his knees immediately went limp, he fidgeted and curled up his fingers, his eyes flickered slightly: "Are you sure?"

"Sure." The little girl nodded confidently, "It's hard to draw talismans after all—I can even learn the most difficult talismans to draw, so of course I can't even draw this one badly."

"Okay, you can draw." Seeing this, the young man gave up struggling on the spot, thinking that he was risking his life to accompany the gentleman.

"Okay!" Mu Xici responded quickly, and Mo Junli heard a little excitement from her tone for no reason.

He suspects that this little girl has long wanted to practice with others, but she doesn't like to dress up, and she is too embarrassed to torture Lingqin all the time.

...He won't become the first ghost under her command?
The boy's heart trembled suddenly, and he obediently closed his eyes according to Mu Xici's instructions.

Fortunately, although the little girl's movements were rusty, the strength of her strikes was neither light nor heavy, which made his hanging heart a little more stable.

Master Mu copied the soft brush used for makeup, and meticulously rubbed the makeup powder on the young man.

She really doesn't know how to make up, but her Danqing is not bad. In her eyes, there is no difference between applying makeup and Gongbi Danqing. The only difference is that the skin on the human face is far less smooth than rice paper.

It's a coincidence that she fought for several years in her previous life, and the conditions were difficult. She didn't always find tables, chairs and benches. Most of the letters were written on a stone stake she found at random.

Therefore, she has already mastered the way of controlling the pen, and the ups and downs on the boy's face are nothing to her.

The little girl frowned, disassembled the scene in her mind into Danqing, and painted Mo Junli's eyebrows and eyes step by step, and gave Zhu Shitian.

Finally, she dipped some lacquer with a thin-headed flower branch (hook line pen name, small flower branch), mixed it with facial fat, and outlined a blooming gold-rimmed peach in the corner of his eyes.

"Okay, open your eyes and take a look." Mu Xici put down the brush, exhaled slowly, took out the bronze mirror in the dowry, and handed it to him with a smile, "I think it's not bad."

Mo Junli raised his eyes subconsciously, and the moment his eyes touched the mirror, they trembled slightly.

The eyebrows and eyes of the person in the mirror are already long, but after being drawn with pen and ink, they are even more charming, and there is a bit of inexplicable ecstasy out of thin air.

In the corner of his eyes is a large piece of enchanting peach, and the stamens dotted with lacquer gold are shining brightly in the sunlight.

The little girl is not yet skilled in applying makeup, and she has never completely covered up the distinct lines on his face, but the remaining heroic spirit just dilutes the extreme softness of the pink color, which makes that beauty more clear and vivid. purely.

This kind of makeup, coupled with this outfit.

At first glance, he really looks like a flower demon growing from the depths of the peach grove.

"It's a pity that I don't know how to tie my hair." Mu Xici lowered his voice, took out a ribbon from the box, and tied it loosely around the young man's neck, slightly covering his Adam's apple, "However, this is also very good."

"That's enough." Mo Junli stared at the mirror in a daze, a storm suddenly rose in his heart.

——Hell, he actually feels that his women's clothing is not bad? ?
　哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈是他喵的粉色的哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈粉红色的全身都是粉嘟嘟外套还是接近水红的那种桃红色的哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈哈

　　The clothes he bought himself have to wear even when he cries, but as we all know
　　Ladies only-

　　Hahahahahahahahahaha Ah Ci will use this as an excuse to fool him into continuing to dress up as women
　　This is probably the magical taste of these two cubs?
　　Mo Junli: Women's clothing, from struggling to abandoning treatment

　　
　
(End of this chapter)