Chapter 287

Now it is late autumn, the prelude to winter has been played between heaven and earth, everything is covered in gold, and there is more depression in the air.

However, the coldness of autumn did not affect the lively nature of the people in Beijing. The wide roads have been cleared and guarded by officers and soldiers holding weapons on both sides to block the people who enthusiastically want to see the young husband's face.

As soon as the auspicious hour arrived, more than 100 carriages hung with red silk drove slowly from various places to the Royal bieyuan, and pedestrians on both sides stretched their necks.

"Ah, that Lang Jun is so beautiful. He looks like an immortal. I don't know which family he belongs to..."

"No matter which family he belongs to, we ordinary people can see it now..."

More than a hundred red silk carriages started from auspicious time and walked around the main street of Shangjing.

The curtain of the carriage was raised, revealing that the gentlemen sitting upright and dangerous inside were all red lips and white teeth, fresh and beautiful clothes and good looks. Occasionally, their eyes moved and fell on unmarried women, which could almost suck away people's souls. Even if their identities were very different, many women who did not leave the cabinet would dress up beautifully today, and they would be ashamed to make eyes at the young gentlemen in the carriage, In order to make a good marriage.

Jiang Pengji sits in a tea shop, leaning against the elegant room by the window. She can see the lively scene under the street when she turns her head a little.

"Like Huakui walking down the street... Hot eyes."

She took a sip of tea, glanced at one or two red silk carriages that happened to pass below, and silently looked away.

Those who have the same idea with her are naturally the audience in the live broadcasting room. As soon as they hear that there are any street activities before the evaluation, they can see many high-quality fresh meat participating in the evaluation, they move to the bench and stretch their necks to wait for the beginning of the street.

However, when the first carriage passed, they covered their eyes and wailed that they were going blind.

[raised by your wife and son]: I'm here to see a beautiful man, not to have an eye enucleation. You're too unkind, anchor.

[old driver Lianmeng]: if the anchor didn't say it was a very serious activity, I thought it was the building where Huakui parade was held

[boss Cao loves your wife]: No, upstairs, which flower leader is so beautiful and is not afraid of going bankrupt?

[pulse: Zhao Zilong]: # smirk. Boss Cao, who has a strong taste, can't eat Amway. Bankruptcy is certain.

Jiang Pengji make complaints about Tucao, and make complaints about her throat when she sees the Tucao in the studio.

Although she was a little rude, at least she didn't look too ugly. Feng Jin sitting opposite her was more sad and hurried. She almost spilled tea on her brand-new clothes. If he hadn't swallowed that mouthful of tea, he would have choked and sprayed, "Lanting, you, you really..."

"I'm telling the truth. They're much more swaggering than Huakui." Jiang Pengji smiled, her eyes were like a pair of crescent moons, flashing a smile, "originally, I had some pity that you missed the evaluation because of your hand injury. However, when I thought of you sitting in the red silk carriage like them, you were dressed in colorful clothes, pink and green, and I couldn't bear to look straight at you."

The weather has completely cooled down, but this festival can't stop these people's enthusiasm for dress up.

Most of the clothes are lotus root powder, water green, lake green, blue, green onion, willow yellow and red. The skirt is slightly loose, revealing some collarbones. The bun is tied with a jade crown, decorated with delicate silk flowers or blooming red plum branches. The face is coated with heavy snow-white powder, white as a lime wall, and most of the lips are coated with red lip grease, I see goose bumps all over me.

She has always been unable to understand the aesthetics of the people in ancient times.

In her opinion, the ugly man was as beautiful as heaven in the eyes of the people downstairs.

Jiang Pengji took a deep breath. She had to admit that those husband's facial features were really beautiful and their appearance should not be low, but their makeup was too destructive, which made Jiang Pengji wonder whether these poor children offended the stylist

Bah, where are the stylists in this era!

Feng Jin helplessly looked at Jiang Pengji and said, "this is the fashion of going to Beijing and sought after by noble sons of gentry."

"Ugliness is ugliness, whether it is sought after by a hundred people or a million people. The so-called beauty is not putting all good things in your head. If so, it's better to look at the vase." Jiang Pengji curled her lips, making Feng Jin speechless.

Feng Jin coughed and said, "Lanting is still young. When you grow up a few years, you will understand naturally."

Jiang Pengji glanced at Feng Jin and made her feel uncomfortable.

"If Huai Yu thinks it's beautiful, why never see you paint?" Jiang Pengji looked him up and down. The stone green Confucian clothes, clothes and clothes were stacked one after another, wide sleeved cannons, black hair was neatly tied, and the hair crown was simple and natural. It looked refreshing.

Feng Jin fingers a meal, shook her head, suddenly came a sentence, "natural beauty, Jin doesn't need external ornaments."

Jiang Pengji: "

Feng Jin, even if you are narcissistic, you are so beautiful and refined.

Jiang Pengji was bored and supported the window with one hand. Red silk carriages drove past the tea shop one by one. The people seemed to be incarnate star chasers. They looked straight at those gentlemen. Many girls even took off their waist sachets and threw them at the carriage.

I don't know if I'm used to it. Many viewers in the live studio said that such a painting style seems to be acceptable.

Jiang Pengji: "

Suddenly, a Mimi loves the audience's aesthetics. Is it destroyed?

Just as she was sleepy, the barrage in the live broadcast room suddenly burst out like an explosive blowout, covering almost every inch of the virtual screen. Jiang Pengji frowned and didn't understand what drugs these Yankong had taken wrong.

[little fist hammer you]: ow, ow, ow, ow - the baby sees the baby's husband, so handsome!!!!

[sleeping all over the Three Kingdoms]: I feel my eyes have been cured. It's great o (≥ V ≤) O~~

[old driver Lianmeng]: I heard the sound of flowers.

[orange flavored chicken leg]: Ma Ma asked me why the mobile phone screen was wet and not licked enough——

[three squirrels snacks]: it's blown out. Abstinence is a male god. It seems to tear open his skirt——

She turned her head and looked downstairs. There was a smiling voice of Feng Jin in her ear.

"The husband is very smart. I don't know which family he belongs to?"

The man was dressed in a dark blue and wide sleeved robe. The slightly deep color did not make him old-fashioned. Instead, he made the snow-white skin incisively and vividly. His face was like a crown of jade, his hair was like ink splashing, his lips were not red, and his eyebrows were green without painting. Unlike others watching the people smiling and happy, he always sat upright, closed his eyes, as if thinking, and his eyebrows were slightly frowned, leaving shallow wrinkles.

With her excellent eyesight, Jiang Pengji can even see each other's slender, fan like eyelashes.

"He --"