Peerless Concubine: Ghost King, this palace wants to rob

Chapter 37 [pimple face]

Lai courtyard.

When Yu Ruofei woke up wearing a bellyband, there was no one around her, and a blush flashed across her delicate face when she remembered what happened last night.

"woke up?"

A deep and steady voice came from above her head, and Yu Ruofei was so frightened that she quickly covered the thin quilt and raised her head.

The next moment she smiled shyly, her voice was weak and numb, "Master Qi, why did you wake up so early?"

Xuanyuan Jiaye's black gold threaded robe decorated his hardcover body, he sat lazily on the chair, his bony hands held the lid of the teacup and took a sip of hot tea, his eyes never fell on the soft bed on the bed from the beginning to the end. on the woman.

"Did you sleep well last night?" He asked in a low voice.

Yu Ruofei lowered her head and smiled coquettishly, and shyly glanced at the handsome and steady man, "My concubine... sleeps very well."

Xuanyuan Jiaye closed his eyes, and a cold light flashed in his bottomless eyes, "That's good."

After the words were pronounced, his slender figure slowly moved to the door of the room, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked back slightly, "Get up and greet the princess."

Yu Ruofei's face turned black instantly when he mentioned the princess, and a look of jealousy flashed in his eyes, but he didn't dare to refute, and bowed his head in compliance: "Yes, I know."

After leaving Laiyuan, Gan Dong who was also in a black robe hurried up to greet him, bowed his head and asked respectfully: "Qiye, do you need to enter the palace?"

"No need." The man's voice was indifferent.

"Yes!" Gan Dong didn't dare to talk too much.

Here, Chen Lingling painted for a long time, and after she put down the rouge and gouache, she looked at herself in the bronze mirror with satisfaction, but her face in the mirror, which was originally beautiful, had become full of pimples, red, black, big and small. There are countless people, the complexion is even darker, the lips are white, and it looks like they are dying.

She can't always walk around with a gaudy face, so she uses the makeup techniques she learned before to paint her face like this. Chen Lingling is not worried that others will find out that her paintings are more three-dimensional, as long as If you don't touch it, you won't be able to find it.

After painting the pimple face, Chen Lingling turned around and walked to the closet, opened the closet door and took a look. There was a dazzling array of clothes hanging inside. She randomly rummaged through and finally picked out a bright red gown, and put on a gorgeous one. The robe stepped on a pair of exquisite embroidered shoes, and walked out with a face that didn't match the clothes at all.

At the entrance of Fenqing Pavilion, Fu Que was leaning against the wall, drowsy, and when she came out, she immediately saw that girl was about to fall to the ground.

"Wake up!" She frowned coldly.

Fu Que was startled by this icy voice, stood up jerkily, looked at the pimple-covered face in front of her, and widened her eyes in horror.

"Miss...why do you have so many pimples on your face? Would you like me to show you to the doctor?" Fu Que worriedly looked at that horrible face.

Without squinting, Chen Lingling walked around her towards the front hall, "No, let's go."

She didn't want to explain too much, it was tiring enough to act according to the original owner's temperament every day, and now she really didn't have the energy to waste words.

"Miss, is your face really okay? But why are you so..." Fu Que followed closely, worried.

Chen Lingling stopped suddenly, frowned and looked at the nervous girl behind her. She was silent for a while, and said in an indifferent voice, "I drew this."

After finishing speaking, she raised her legs and left without another word, and Tuliu Fuqu stood there alone in a daze.

The painting... so realistic?

(End of this chapter)