"I've never heard that Miss Tang Er is extremely beautiful, and Miss Tang doesn't appear in front of outsiders at all after the spirit test at the age of nine, the only thing that is famous for Luosu is that she has no spiritual vein, it is a waste material, and some people speculate that she is an ugly girl without salt, but I didn't expect that it was the opposite!"

What an amazement.

The girl leaning on the luan bed looked almost sixteen or seventeen years old at a glance, her thin body was slender and feminine, and her weak shoulders were scattered with extremely long and dense black hair, the length of which had slid down to her waist, and her aura was thrilling and elegant.

Even if he is masked, but with such a temperament, he must be a beauty.

Especially the most amazing thing is the eyes outside the masked cloth in the hair room.

It was a pair of brilliant phoenix eyes.

The contour is exquisite, moist and flawless, the long and curly eyelashes are like butterfly wings, the curve of the upturned is beautiful, the pupil heart is the purest black, like a night jewel, between the flow of sight, the person who can easily whisk is intoxicated, and he just wants to sink into this paint color in a trance.

Even if she is wearing a patched cloth dress that is inferior to the maidservant, the girl in front of her is a hundred times more beautiful and noble than Tang Rou, who is known as the 'Lonely Moon Hibiscus'!

"Hahahaha. ”

Mrs. Wuhou looked at the phoenix eyes of the girl on the bed for a while, and suddenly laughed happily.

"Well, yes, it's right this time! It's these phoenix eyes, exactly the same as when I was a child!"

Madame Wuhou's laughter woke everyone in the pavilion.

Including Tang Rou, who fell to the ground.

"No, she's not Sister Xuan!"

Tang Rou sat up from the ground and stared at Tang Xuan viciously: "She's not Tang Xuan, no!

No, no, no, no!

It must not be Tang Xuan!

"Not Miss Tang?"

When Tang Rou said this, the rest of the people were also puzzled.

"The clothes she wears really don't look like the concubines of the Hou Mansion, and she doesn't have any jewelry on her body......

"Yes, her clothes are the servants who sweep my house, and they are all better than her!"

"Why do you all look only at the clothes, look at her hands!"

At this time, everyone found that outside the girl's cloth clothes on the bed was a pair of slender and delicate hands, but they were not white and tender at all, on the contrary, they were rough and full of scars.

Those scars, new and old, thick and thin, in some places even layered.

Don't talk about the concubine of the Hou Mansion, she is a servant girl, and she will not have so many scars, both new and old.

Tang Rou on one side turned even paler at this time.

Of course, she knew where the scars on Tang Xuan's hands came from, and she also knew that not to mention the scars on her hands, Tang Xuan had many scars all over her body.

Even, Tang Xuan's covered face still has the terrifying scars that she Tang Rou created with the Demon Emperor's bone and blood when she was a child.

"It's true that the clothes are worse than the maidservants, and the hands don't look like the pampered daughter, but ......"

Mrs. Wuhou's face was also ugly and abnormal, but she looked at Tang Xuan's phoenix eyes on the bed, and still turned her head to Tang Rou on the side and said: "Second Miss Tang, this is Miss Tang! Her phoenix eyes would not admit her mistake, the fake Tang Xuan who had changed from the fifth-level face-changing spider before did look very similar to the late Mrs. Hou, but she didn't have such beautiful eyes! These phoenix eyes would probably never be forgotten in her life......

In fact, Tang Rou and the others have all fallen into a basic ideological misunderstanding.

At the beginning, Mrs. Wuhou had seen the portrait of Tang Xuan's mother, but the ancient portraits are not like modern sketches, many times they are not so similar to herself, the most common is only the ink on the body clothes and demeanor, and the specific appearance cannot be very similar to the person being painted.