When Feng Rugu came in with the makeup box, his mother-in-law had just left with pity.

If you like to be clean, after twisting the face, your face will be cleaner and your outline will be much softer.

Feng Rugu couldn't help but touch it, but Ruyi turned her head away.

He frowned: "Please respect the key points, don't touch your hands."

Feng Rugu jumped onto the photogenic stage: "Feng Erbian's nature is hard to change. If he wants to change, he has to be reincarnated."

He was very suitable for Hongchang. He stepped on the edge of the mahogany chair he was sitting on, and his toes stepped on the gap between his legs, shaking his body frivolously and shaking his feet, like a lonely red candle of dragon and phoenix, both bright and keen on burning himself into a flame.

Ruyi was burned by his red clothes and felt a little jealous, and he reluctantly said, "If you want to draw, hurry up."

"Okay, stop making trouble." Feng Rugu jumped off the table, "My wife is anxious."

Ru Yiheng glanced at him, and did not admit it or deny it.

Feng Rugu took advantage of the time he put on makeup and looked at him carefully, and the more he looked at him, the more he liked him.

He still remembered the way You Hongchen looked when he was a child, holding his pen quietly, practicing sword seriously, and the way he called himself to see his flowers: "Entertainment Father, the flowers I planted are blooming, I will take you to see."

At that time, Feng Rugu heard his greeting and walked to him, but found that he closed his eyes, stretched his hands obediently, waiting for someone to hold them, immediately softened his heart, held his hand, and asked, "Why are you closing your eyes?"

"I only saw one." Xiao Hongchen said softly, "But I know that all the bushes are blooming. I am not willing to see them. The best things are for the adoptive father at first sight."

Feng Rugu hugged the obedient silly child high and went with him to see the flowers.

But facing this face, Feng Rugu found that the face in his memory was blurred, leaving only the familiar and unfamiliar face in front of him.

Stubborn, cold, with ice on his face and fire on his insides. It is very interesting. Occasionally, the protection and distress he felt for his desire to refuse and was welcomed made him laugh and soft-hearted.

Since his parents died, Feng Rugu avoided making people fall in love with him. He didn't have many emotions and cherished them in a box. When others saw him laughing, crying, and scolding, they felt that he lived a rich and crazy life, and only Feng Rugu knew that his madness was just because he never took it seriously.

Unless he is sure that he can give this person a lifetime of happiness, he will give all his feelings.

Ruyi was his only mistake.

Feng Rugu was still young at that time and still didn't know how many disasters would be in the future.

But because Feng Rugu, who is used to giving feelings stingy, can't give him anything now.

He was quite distressed.

He was a little indescribable to Ruyiqu, but he was quite sensitive to his emotions. Once he discovered it, he immediately controlled the feelings and made it secretly.

Now, looking at this face up close, Feng Rugu knew that he was a little dysfunctional.

When he chose the color of his eyebrows, he lowered his long eyelashes and quietly whispered a little heat in his nose.

Ru was also unhappy when he saw his skillful makeup technique: "Yun Zhongjun is proficient in this way, and I underestimated it."

Feng Rugu: "I practiced with Fuchun. I have been practicing for more than a year, but I am tired of it, so I won't play anymore."

For example, “What is the use of practicing this?”

Feng Rugu: "If you stay at home for ten years, you don't have to go anywhere, so you will have to find something to enjoy yourself."

Ruyi was covered with a thin layer of lip makeup, with a bright red lips and a red tail at the end of her eyes, making her look even more pitiful and cute.

His lips squirmed, as if he had something to say.

Feng Rugu: "If you have any questions, ask."

For example: "I have no problem."

Feng Rugu: "Okay. No, no."

As one: "…"

As one: "…"

Ruyi couldn't bear it anymore: "...Why did you suddenly get married with Miss Wen Shishan and the third one?"

The woman had no similar temperament, appearance, and ambition. Her father Wen Runjin and the demon Tao were given private lessons. Her eldest brother Wen Chen was weak and cowardly. Her second brother Wen Meng was violent, she was unhappy, and she was not compassionate. She was cautious. After all, why did Feng Rugu, as one of the three immortal kings of Fengling, marry a Wen family who was far inferior to him?

Feng Rugu is kept in a secret: "You guess?"

For example: "A sudden whim?"

Feng Rugu didn't answer.

"There are other plans?"

Feng Rugu also refused to answer.

"Or, have you known about the various aches in Wen's family and want to use this to thoroughly investigate the affairs of Wen's family?"

Feng Rugu: "Close your mouth."

Ruyi: "..." Slowly shut up.

Feng Rugu put a second layer of makeup on his lips and said calmly: "It's me that I'm sorry for her. If I don't marry her, Tang Daoke wouldn't find a way to start, and she wouldn't have lost her life in vain."

The Tang swordsman who spent half a month painting a blood pen with seal characters was prepared for several years. After arguing, he decided to set up a Taoist partner and took action. He used his fiancee's head to lure him down the mountain.

But this still doesn't answer the same question.

Ru saw that he didn't want to answer, so he simply gave himself to him and let him rush around on his bland canvas. He looked at himself in the mirror and became less like himself. Ruyi tilted his head slightly, and he had rare time to look at his face.

If you hate your appearance.

Because of his appearance, he became the head of the sacrifice, and he lived numbly when others died.

Later, his adoptive father stuffed a new soul into his small body. When he gradually grew to the age of knowing beauty and ugliness, he entered Hanshan Temple.

Among Buddhism, "figure" is the most useless.

Because of his good looks, before he entered the precepts, he washed clothes in the stream in the temple. Some outside monks mocked him for going to the nunnery. They were also shaking back and forth with their delicate faces, salivating. He looked like this and became a man, which was really a waste of resources.

Of course, they all lay in the mountain stream later.

Ruyi continued to squat on the shore to scrub his little monk's robes, wiped off the faint blood color splashed on the corners of his lips, melted the blood into the mountain stream, and let the water flow clean it.

That was the first time in his life that he knew what male style was, and he just made him feel disgusted.

Feng Rugu was so close and ambiguous to him at first, and he was extremely resistant to this.

Who would have thought that he would have been hit by a strange curse like Qiongyu, as for this place...

On the other side, Feng Ruyuan was drawing his eyebrows. His eyebrows were very long and his shape was sparse and light. If you sweep it a few times, you will look like a distant mountain.

Feng Rugu held his face and looked at it carefully. He felt satisfied. In addition to being satisfied, he was also moved by a little indescribable: "My young master Hongzhuang looks so beautiful."

...Is it good-looking?

When he looked into the mirror, he saw a peach blossom face, which was shocked and felt uncomfortable all over. He instinctively wanted to remove the lip makeup or the too beautiful eye makeup. Before his arms were raised, new ideas emerged.

Maybe he likes my face more?

If you look at yourself in the mirror, you feel that you can like your face a little more.

He fell into a state of confusion. After a while, he realized this state of confusion and became angry again.

He knew that his mind was not pure and could not be separated from the world. He was not a person under the Bodhi tree, but he could not even restrain his own heart. It was really ridiculous and funny!

Feng Rugu laughed out loud and threw away a covered peacock feather fan.

Just thinking about the various connections between sentient beings and Feng Rugu, he turned around silently and took the fan, quietly grasped the handle of the fan made of bamboo bones, and tightened the little Feng Rugu's body temperature that was left on his head.

The so-called ten-mile red makeup is sincere and not deceives others.

Even Luo Fuchun didn't know that the things they had come to travel around these days would be used so vividly by his master.

What's more, they also have Chang Boning.

With Chang Boning, there is a sea of ​​flowers all day long.

In the plum blossom town, overnight, the porch flowers bloomed, and the red color was like clouds, and they dyed the entire town into a beautiful painting.

The petals of the porch flowers are scattered all over the streets, and it is like a golden red brocade falling from the sky, spreading out in a radiant way. It is the golden world and the life of the brocade.

A bee fell on the back of Feng Rugu's hand, which was dyed with a little floral fragrance, and then buzzed and flew away.

When did the town see such a glorious and ostentatious wedding ceremony? I was stunned for a moment and crowded together to watch the fun.

Feng Rugu, regardless of whether the people in Meihua Town saw whether the team they were sending their marriage was like a funeral, he just kept playing the farce, to the female figure, and to himself.

He wants to have a party, he wants to be happy, he wants to have fun, and he wants to have fun in the fire.

Thinking of this, Feng Rugu turned around and looked at the direction of the sedan chair. The red curtain embroidered with the phoenix swayed, revealing the red figure in it.

When he was watching flowers, people, and the red flowers on the street, he smiled flamboyantly.

Only when he looked at the sedan chair, his eyes showed an indescribable tenderness.

He paid homage and ate wine. He didn't realize that the people around him who covered his face with a peacock feather fan were even embarrassed to turn pink.

As someone was so impressed by his daughter's identity, it was like a head-on experience. His ears were noisy, and his fan even raised his hands sore, like a torture. He was guided to worship the church in a confused manner and became a relative.

He didn't think it was a major event in life, but he was very unhappy.

Until Xi Po led him to the house to wait for his husband, covered his veil, and closed the door and isolated all the sounds. Ruyi felt a little relaxed and no one wanted to pay attention. She just sat by the bed and quietly chanted the scriptures, using her homework to complete her day and wait for Feng Ruguo to come back.

He pinched the apple that Xi Po gave him with his right palm, and held the comb with unsightly words such as "Qianjin" and "Chun·Xiao" in his left sleeve. He carefully stroked the texture on it, feeling dirty but reluctant to throw it away.
To be continued...