It is said that the son of the Prime Minister of the capital has a face like powdered powder, lips like greased lips, eyebrows like ink paintings, eyes like autumn waves, and a face like peach petals. He has a natural charm, all in the eyebrows. Thousands of emotions in his life are piled up in the corners of his eyes, and everyone who sees him can't help but click his tongue.
It is said that the master of Lingxu Pavilion in Jianghu is elusive and often sees people with a mask. No one knows the face under the mask.
I also heard that the group of Fang Pavilion courtesans was actually a woman. She bent her slender waist and took a slight step, showing her bright wrists in the gauze.
Everyone said that although the young master was gentle, his eyes were never wavering and seemed more ruthless. But they didn't know that on that couch, he looked more like a beauty, even more charming than the courtesan.
Intention: Talking about love