Chapter 1367

There was no time for Su Yao to continue to think about the reason. The door was knocked, "Mr. Su, how are you?"

On hearing this familiar voice, Su Yao knew who was standing outside.

"Father Desheng, I'm still changing. I'll be fine soon."

Su Yao said as he put on his middle clothes, he made a mistake when he put on his second one.

How do you wear this dress? Why are there so many? Do you want to heat him to death?

He didn't know how to dress at all, so he had to turn to other people, "Duke Desheng, are you still outside now?"

"The slave is here."

"Please come in and help me get dressed."

"Good."

Imperial ink opened the door and came in.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Su Yao turned around and looked at it. Then he was stunned Mr. Desheng, you look different today. "

"Maybe it's because people are in a good mood at happy events." Emperor Jing Mo said with a smile.

Su Yao was a little curious? What happy event? "

"Nothing, Mr. Su. Let me dress you. Your majesty has been waiting for you."

Su Yao wanted to say something else, but when he heard the last sentence, he could only swallow it back to his stomach.

With the help of dijingmo, Su Yao soon put on his wedding dress.

Su Yao looked in the mirror and found that it was good-looking, but it was only the wedding dress that looked good. He was completely oppressed by the wedding dress.

That's not good. He wants people to pay attention to himself, not the wedding dress he's wearing.

"Father Desheng, can you thrush?"

"Yes." Emperor Jing Mo nodded.

"Please draw my eyebrows for me."

The emperor Jing Mo answered a, walked forward, picked up eyebrow pen to help him draw eyebrows.

After a few minutes, the eyebrow was finished. "OK, you can see if it's OK."

Su Yao looked in the mirror and found that emperor Jing Mo's thrush technique was really good, so he gave him a thumbs up. "I didn't expect that Duke Desheng's thrush technique was so good, you are really great."

Emperor Jing Mo droops eyes, "you falsely praise."

Su Yao looked in the mirror again. It was a good eyebrow painting, but there was something missing.

he looked at the powder and water on the table. He picked up the rouge and simply made an eye shadow and lip makeup for himself.

Then he raised his eyes and looked at the imperial ink, "Duke Desheng, what do you think of it now?"

Emperor Jing Mo's breath stagnated, but he soon returned to normal. "Mr. Su, you must be the one who is gorgeous at today's banquet."

"Compared with your majesty?"

“…… I dare not speak in vain

"Come on, I'm joking with you. Let's go. Don't keep your majesty waiting too long."

"Yes."

……

Finally, Su Yao was taken to the banquet by a eunuch he didn't know.

This eunuch is not the same as Desheng at all. No matter what Su Yao asked, the other side either didn't answer or didn't know.

Su Yao felt very boring, and he didn't want to ask for trouble, so he didn't say anything to him.

The dinner party was set in a very open place, where Su Yao walked was covered with lanterns.

In principle, the dinner party should be very lively, but it is very quiet and strange here.

There are so many people walking by, but no one is talking.

The atmosphere, which should have been very festive, became extremely depressing. It can be seen how great the influence of imperial ink on these people is