She doesn't want to pretend anymore

Then Feng Qing looked at the housekeeper again: "Uncle Fu, go and do your work. I promise to complete the task."

Manshu: "...If I say I didn't do it on purpose, would you believe me?"

"I believe it." Sister Qing's smile broke slightly, "You can't help yourself, so you can highlight my beauty."

"Yes, I can't help myself..." Manshu said, and then smiled.

She couldn't smile with the charm of Feng Qing, but the aura in her smile could catch people's eyes.

Feng Qing promised that in ten years, Master Zhu's young disciple would definitely astound the world.

"Sister Qing, I'm just talking nonsense. Please don't treat me as a playboy."

Feng Qing laughed again, not knowing what the little girl was thinking.

"Okay, then don't call me Sister Qing. I'm old enough to be your mother. Just call me Aunt Qing."

Manshu guessed that the other person should be in her forties or fifties, so he said, "Auntie Qing."

Feng Qing was even happier when he heard her change her mind.

She has very skillful hands and she also did a retro style makeup on Manshu.

Feng Qing was very satisfied to see the beautiful girl blossoming under his care.

"Young girls are really beautiful with their red lips without any makeup." Feng Qing sighed. Although time never defeats beauty, it has never spared anyone.

When she was young, her lip color was very beautiful, but at her age now, she can only rely on lipstick.

She put a little lipstick on Manshu, which added a lot of color.

"Every age has its own beauty. Aunt Qing's maturity and the charm cultivated by time are something that little girls like us can't envy."

She dared to say that even at Feng Qing's current age, she definitely had no shortage of young men around her.

When she puts on the cheongsam, her exquisite figure, long white legs, slim waist, and perfectly curved hips are nothing compared to any other little girl.

The little girl was like the unripe fruit on the tree, while Feng Qing was already the red and attractive one on the branch.

"Miss Manshu is so good at talking. No wonder Master Zhu made an exception and accepted you as his apprentice."

Manshu smiled but said nothing.

The reason why she was accepted as a disciple by Master Zhu was certainly not because she could speak.

There are so many people who want to take Master Zhu as their teacher, who doesn’t know how to coax people?

If he could gain Master Zhu's favor just by talking, then he would have countless disciples by now, and this identity would be worthless.

Feng Qing naturally knew this as well.

Manshu's hair was slightly curled by Feng Qing and tied up slightly on top. She wore a head flower on the left side, which was also made of pearls and a silver bow inlaid with a white mesh headdress.

Manshu couldn't name it, she felt it was like weaving a web.

The forehead is obscured by the loose hair, and the phoenix mark at the end of the eye cannot be seen at all.

"Take a look. How about it?" Feng Qing gathered her slightly curly black hair to the back of her neck, and picked up some and put them on her chest.

Manshu gave Feng Qing a thumbs up and said, "Aunt Qing is really clever and skillful."

Feng Qing smiled and said, "You are naturally beautiful. By the way, is the phoenix at the end of your eye natural?"

Manshu's eyes flickered: "Yes, but as I grow older, the Phoenix mark becomes fainter and fainter."

"It's very beautiful. If this hairstyle didn't require it, I wouldn't want to cover it for you." She hadn't asked Manshu's opinion before. She just guessed that maybe for people who didn't know how to appreciate its beauty, the phoenix was just an ugly birthmark.

But in Feng Qing's eyes, this birthmark is definitely a gift from God.

It’s so beautiful, adding a touch of charm to the innocent little face.

Manshu doesn't need it now, but she will grow up eventually.

By then, the mark at the end of the eye will be so attractive.