"Who the hell are you?" A cold, low voice exploded in Mo Qingrou's ears, pulling her back from her stupor.

Mo gently opened a pair of watery eyes, and saw the face in front of him, which can be called a peerless idol, and the first thought that came to his heart was "This face is put on in modern times and handed over to her to put on makeup, and she can definitely kill a group of first-line stars who rely on their faces to eat in seconds."

I didn't see how the beautiful man moved, but I saw him ravage and get close to Mo Qingrou, stretched out his hand and grabbed her throat, and said word by word: "Who are you?" ”

Mo Qingrou finally came to her senses under the threat of death, she had already crossed over for two days!

She is now in a dynasty called "Lingwu Dynasty", and her identity is no longer the top makeup artist who has won lifelong honors and countless awards, but a small palace maid from a humble background in the palace of the capital of Lingwu Dynasty.

She had just bumped into this man in the Imperial Garden, and before she could see his appearance, she was knocked unconscious by the wrong hand, and now she had just woken up.

Mo Qingrou's heart was racing, and he hurriedly said: "This lord spares his life, the slave maid is a second-class palace maid next to the king and nobleman of Yuqing Palace, not intentionally offended!" ”

The little guy standing behind the man relaxed slightly, and scolded him: "Do you know that this is General An Shuang Chi'an!" If you do things recklessly, sooner or later you will be beaten to death! ”

An Shuangchi frowned slightly and looked at the girl in front of her, although she was dressed as a palace maid, but her temperament was not like that of an inferior person, but like a phoenix bird with her head held high for nine days. Therefore, when he was interrupted to discuss the policy of confrontation between the two armies, he immediately suspected that she had a different identity.

"That's fine." After finding out that Mo Qingrou had no martial arts in his body, An Shuangchi didn't bother to embarrass a little palace maid, so he withdrew his hand and was about to leave.

Mo was stunned for a moment, but shouted at the top of his mouth: "Wait a minute! ”

An Shuangchi looked sideways slightly, a pair of eyes that seemed to have been soaked in black glass were full of exploration, and he said, "How?" ”

"No, it's okay......" Mo thought softly, but didn't know how to say it.

She was faintly annoyed that An Shuangchi had almost taken her life for some reason, but she also knew that she was in a hierarchical feudal dynasty and could no longer be as fair as she was in modern times.

An Shuangchi smiled slightly, and the corners of her eyes were hooked up to look very cold. He could see the anger in the eyes of the little palace maid, but he didn't take it to heart, turned around and left.

"What kind of person...... Mo gently rubbed the back of his neck, which was still a little sore, and could only admit that he was unlucky.

Wang Guiren sent her to the imperial dining room to get today's snacks, but she went for so long, and sure enough, as soon as she stepped into the palace gate of Yuqing Palace, she was recited by Wang Guiren in pieces.

"I fell out of favor, but I didn't get to that point! A plate of dim sum is worth a lot of silver, and you are also here to give me a short catty, and you are too, and it is very ...... to do things for me" Wang Guiren said in pieces, and the faint crow's feet at the corners of his eyes were wrinkled.

Mo knelt down softly and said a few words, "The slave is guilty", and then looked at his nose and nose.

"It's just that those new arrivals are young and tender, and they look better, and the emperor forgot about me...... "Wang Guiren is an old man in the palace, but he is only in his early twenties.

Pretty?

Water spirits?

Mo Qingrou's heart was like a lightning bolt splitting over, her heart turned, and she said: "Wang Guiren, the slave may have a way to help you be favored by the emperor!" ”

"What can you do?" As soon as Wang Guiren heard the word "favored", his eyes lit up, but he saw that the person who spoke was just a little palace maid, so he died down again.

Mo Qingrou is confident, isn't what she did in her last life the industry of making up for others? At this time when the ancient makeup techniques were not complete, this is where she came into play!

"Slave maid...... If the little master can trust the slave, the slave will come to try your makeup, if you are not satisfied, it is not too late to punish the slave and the maid. Mo smiled softly and said with a smile on his face.

Wang Guiren has been out of favor for a long time, and now there is some meaning that Sima is a live horse doctor, so he agreed to the letter suspiciously.

Mo Qingrou was taken to the inner chamber of the royal nobleman and stood still behind her.

Wang Guiren's personal palace maid looked at her with caution, and said: "You have to take the little master's things with care, if you break it, you can't afford to pay for it for the rest of your life!" ”

Mo Qingsoft's mouth agreed, but he was very disdainful in his heart.

If these cosmetics are left in modern times, they can only occupy a natural and harmless good head, and the coverage and durability are completely incomparable with those big brands.

She swept the eyebrow pencils, makeup powder, and lipstick placed in front of the brass mirror, first picked up the makeup powder placed in the small porcelain bowl and looked at it, and then dipped some with the silk handkerchief placed next to her.

"No, it's too light. Contain, is there any darker makeup powder here? Mo gently compared Wang Guiren's face with the color of this makeup powder, and couldn't help but shake his head again and again.

If this is used directly, it will definitely be a catastrophic existence, and there will be no beauty at all.

"I've been in the palace for many years, and I've only heard that it wants to be white, but you're good, but you want black?" Seeing that she was maverick, Wang Guiren unexpectedly became a little interested, so he ordered Han Cui to fetch another makeup powder without difficulty.

Mo gently took the small bowl with a darker background, took a silk handkerchief from the table and dipped it in some, and said naturally: "Extract, where is the little lord's rose water?" Apply a layer to the face first, and gently pat it to absorb before the makeup will look good. ”

Han Cui's face was slightly displeased, she was the big palace maid next to Wang Guiren, and she was called by a second-class palace maid, what kind of system did she become? But looking at Mo Qingrou's very serious appearance, she didn't even have the courage to refute it.

Hancui carefully smeared the rose juice on Wang Guiren, and Mo gently applied makeup to Wang Guiren.

Han Cui was originally dismissive, but he gradually immersed himself in watching it.

Mo is very methodical in applying makeup gently, although she can't understand the east and west, but the action alone is enough to be pleasing to the eye, as if it is natural.

"What are you...... What are you doing? Why do I think my face is going to open a dye shop? Wang Guiren asked suspiciously.

Mo Qingrou already knew that she would ask questions, so she said: "The little master is cute to look at paintings? Some of the figures in the painting look vivid, which is why the pen is heavier. This is the shadow effect, which can make the little master look more beautiful and moving. ”

Wang Guiren is a showman, and he can hear it in a fog.