Your Majesty, please come quickly

Chapter 520

No one robbed him... Will there be no one in the future?Then Xilan...would she get tired of seeing him?

The person in the mirror slanted his eyebrows and flew into his temples, his phoenix eyes were slightly raised, and his pupils were cut by autumn water.Under the high bridge of the nose, the moist crimson thin lips were gently pursed.The lower jaw is gracefully curved and the neck is slender.

The skin is like fat, and the hair is like splashed ink.

Half of the black hair was pulled up and tied high by the Kowloon Golden Crown, while the other half was loosely scattered behind the back and hung down to the waist.

With this face alone, Liugong Fendai lost all color.

Ling Zimo rarely observed himself so carefully, or in other words, he didn't care about how good-looking his face was before.

But now, he is pondering these questions in front of the mirror.

Is he good looking?How pretty is it?Compared with that Prince Ke Luo, who is prettier?Will Xilan get tired of seeing this face?
An Deshun waited outside for a long time, seeing that there was no sound inside, he couldn't help thinking, master still not sleeping at such a late hour?Or fell asleep inadvertently?
After hesitating again and again, he was still more worried about his master than he was afraid.Finally, he gritted his teeth and made up his mind, and gently pushed open the door, intending to go in and have a look.

But when he walked all the way to the inner room, he couldn't help being dumbfounded. Is that person who has been sitting still in front of the mirror his master? ? ?
Since when did the master like to look in the mirror? ? ?
And this motionless appearance, it is obvious that he has been sitting here for a long time!Could it be that there was no sound inside before, because the master was looking in the mirror? ? ?
He suddenly felt that his world view had collapsed again.He found that he knew less and less about his master.

"Your Majesty? It's almost midnight, why don't you… have a rest earlier?" An Deshun asked cautiously after finally sorting out his emotions.

Ling Zimo ignored his inquiry, still staring at the mirror in a daze.

What's wrong master?What's so good about looking in a mirror?

Just when An Deshun was thinking about whether to ask another question, Ling Zimo suddenly turned around and called him with a strange expression, "An Deshun."

"The slave is here." Hearing the call, An Deshun quickly stepped forward, bent down and asked, "Your majesty, what are your orders?"

"What do you think..." Ling Zimo stared at him with a strange expression on his face, "How do you look?"

"Ah?!" An Deshun was shocked, his legs gave up in fright, and he knelt down, unable to speak clearly, "The emperor, the emperor... slave, slave... this..."

Why did the emperor suddenly ask him such a question? !

What does the master look like, what can he say... How can he, a slave, comment on the master's appearance at will.

Moreover, no one in the palace knows that the emperor doesn't like others to say that he is good-looking... He thinks words like good-looking are used to describe girls.

As for men, they shouldn't get involved with these face-related issues at all.

An Deshun wanted to cry, but why did he run in?Well now, with such a problem hitting him, he felt like he was about to be crushed to death.

"Why? Is this question difficult to answer?" Seeing An Deshun's perplexed face, Ling Zimo couldn't help but frowned slightly, "Do you think I'm not good-looking?"

"No, no!" An Deshun quickly waved his hand to deny, "How could this slave think so, the emperor's dragon face is unparalleled in the world, and this slave just couldn't find a suitable word to describe it..."

He circled around without getting to the point.I hope that the emperor will stop worrying about this issue and let him go.

(End of this chapter)