Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

I have never heard that the nobles of the Yuan nationality would wear Han clothes.

Zhao Ke's official position is not big, but the ostentation is not small. More than a dozen Han soldiers are waiting around with swords.

Naturally, it attracts the crowds of pedestrians and pilgrims around.

Many people looked sideways at Zhao Ke, who was already wearing a fourth-rank official uniform, and whispered to each other for a while, but few people knew Zhao Ke's identity.

I saw Zhao Ke came out with his front feet and stretched out his hand towards the inside of the sedan chair.

However, there was no response in the sedan chair for a long time. Seeing this, Zhao Ke couldn't help but frowned, coughed twice and said: "If the woman is not feeling well, you should go back first."

"do not!"

Miao Daoyi's voice came from inside the sedan chair.

As soon as he was speaking, a pair of pink embroidered shoes with gold threads stepped out of the sedan chair.

The sedan chair curtain was lifted, and a beautiful woman in a long white dress came out of the sedan chair.

For a moment, all the pilgrims passing by, no matter men or women, had their eyes wide open, as if they were fixed on this lady.

"Has the fairy descended to earth??"

This idea popped up in everyone's mind.

Far away, some people who know poetry can't help but startled and said: "Furong is not as good as beauty makeup, and the wind from the water palace brings the fragrance of pearls and emeralds."

Countless exclamations came, making the surroundings of the temple blocked for a while.

"Wang...official...I..."

Amidst the exclamation and praise, Miao Daoyi felt that his head was blank, and he was bewildered.

Hands and feet are limp, and the whole person has a feeling of spinning and wanting to faint.

No wonder it was like this, Miao Daoyi's figure was relatively thin.

The long hair was draped over the vest and tied gently with a pink ribbon.

Dressed in white clothes, the sunlight is even more radiant, I can only feel that there seems to be a haze behind him, and he is really not a person in the world.

When he turned around, there was a pair of willow-leaf thin eyebrows on a sharp-edged, heroic but still smooth cheek, all of which were just right, and paired with a pair of big eyes, they were even brighter and clearer.

Under the praise of everyone, her cheeks were flushed, and she was even more charming for a while, with an incomparable beauty and beautiful complexion.

Zhao Ke is very sure about his makeup skills.

In fact, Miao Daoyi can't be called very beautiful, at least in Zhao Ke's eyes, his foundation is too bad, even his own makeup skills can't save his overly masculine heroic spirit.

Compared with Lu Hao, the difference is not known.

But if there is no comparison, there will be no harm, and the short man will be the general.

Although this is a space with abundant supplies, how many cosmetics can women here use.

Rouge gouache, spit on the face, it is as thick as brushing a thick layer of white paint on the face.

For specific points, you can refer to the makeup of Japanese geisha.

As for Miao Daoyi's face, it took Zhao Ke an hour just to apply foundation.

This is not counting Zhao Ke giving him fancy eye makeup, eyeliner, eyelashes, and double eyelids.

Fortunately, Miao Daoyi is not inner double, otherwise the eye makeup would be for nothing.

Zhao Ke's craftsmanship is naturally outstanding, even Camille couldn't help but bow down to Zhao Ke's makeup ability.

With a lot of hard work, even if Miao Daoyi is ugly, Zhao Ke can turn him from a pheasant into a phoenix.

She was so natural, as if she was a natural beauty, and the people around her wouldn't even believe that she was painted with makeup.

After putting on makeup, Zhao Ke clearly noticed that the crawling little spider at the window cast longing eyes on him from time to time.

"Let's go!"

Zhao Ke took Miao Daoyi's arm, and a guard cleared the way, striding towards the gate of Kailing Pagoda.

The two young monks welcoming guests in front of the door, when they saw Miao Daoyi for the first time, they couldn't help but get goosebumps on their smooth scalps, they couldn't help shivering, and they didn't even dare to turn their eyes Look at Miao Daoyi.

When Miao Daoyi walked past them, he couldn't help sniffing the scent of perfume left in the air.

This made Miao Daoyi somewhat more at ease.

In fact, he originally wanted to make himself look ugly in disguise.

In the end, Zhao Ke was ridiculed, he was a man, but he turned so ugly, even a fool could see that you have a problem.

Those men who disguised themselves as women to peep in the women's restroom, were they exposed because they resembled women too much?

Isn't it because their makeup is too ugly, so they are exposed.

So if you want to make up, you have to make it unrecognizable to everyone.

Undoubtedly, Zhao Ke's idea was confirmed at this time.

This finally made Miao Daoyi calm down.

"Amitabha."

As soon as he entered the Buddhist hall, the abbot of the Kailing Temple personally brought two elders to welcome Zhao Ke.

"The poor monk Wuxiang has met Mr. Wang, and I am far away from welcoming you. Please forgive me."

The host clasped his hands together and bowed his hands to Zhao Ke.

The two elders behind them saluted Zhao Ke with one hand: "Qingzheng, Qingdun, I have met Mr. Wang."

"Who is this Han family? Why is there such a big battle? But it's just a fourth-rank official?"

Seeing this, everyone couldn't help being surprised.

Monk Wuxianggui, as the host of Kailing Temple, greeted him in person. Even a first-rank official would not be able to enjoy this kind of treatment.

The reason why Zhao Ke was able to enjoy such treatment was because of the approval of Monk Sanjie.

As the great protector of Buddhism, Sanjie recognizes Zhao Ke as an eminent monk. Even if Zhao Ke is not a monk, it is enough to explain Zhao Ke's cultivation in Buddhism and Taoism.

As a fourth-rank Han official, Zhao Ke is definitely the only one who enjoys this kind of treatment.