He brought Shang Wanjun to the destination, where they saw many girls already dressed in Hanfu waiting for makeup artists to assist them.

And here, there were eight makeup artists.

"Teacher, let's get changed first!"

"Okay, okay!"

Xu Lin took her to the fitting room.

However, Xu Lin went in to take a look, then came back out.

"Xu Lin, what were you looking at just now?"

"Seeing if there are any cameras."

"I don't think it's likely?"

"It's always good to be cautious."

"That's thoughtful of you."

Shang Wanjun smiled, "Is it all good now?"

"All good."

Xu Lin waited outside while Shang Wanjun changed clothes.

Ten minutes later, Shang Wanjun came out. She was wearing a light purple and white Hanfu with an elegant and scholarly aura, offering a sense of isolation, like a rare orchid in an empty valley, truly unique.

"Do I look nice?"

Shang Wanjun twirled slightly for Xu Lin, turning left, then right, but not a full 360-degree turn.

"Wearing a pendant of jade for its purity, contesting the fragrance of orchids."

Xu Lin mused slightly and spoke calmly.

"Tao Yuanming's 'Idle Feelings Rhapsody'."

Shang Wanjun gave a sweet smile.

Xu Lin looked at her long hair: "But she's still missing a hairstyle, let's go outside and wait for the makeup artist!"

"Okay, okay!"

Shang Wanjun then followed Xu Lin out of the fitting room to wait for the makeup artist.

People on the scene paused when they saw Shang Wanjun come out.

In the hanfu crowd, most were ordinary girls; to put it bluntly, many were quite unattractive, even with makeup on.

There were only a few good-looking ones, but even those weren't extremely beautiful. As long as they weren't overweight and had decent figures, some makeup could make them look quite nice. Makeup is one of the four great mysteries of East Asia and can have a frightening power, especially when the makeup artist is skilled.

But naturally beautiful girls like Shang Wanjun are rarely seen in reality.

Because getting a little closer, you'd realize Shang Wanjun isn't wearing any makeup, yet she's still so beautiful; this is seldom seen. After all, truly great beauties and handsome men are a rarity.

At this moment, Shang Wanjun clasped her fingers, placed her hands in front of her, standing beside Xu Lin, not playing with her phone, just quietly waiting for the makeup artist.

A dozen minutes later, it was her turn.

"Sister, let me do your makeup!"

The makeup artist was a young girl, looking less than twenty, and seemed a bit mischievous.

"Sister, sit here please!"

"Thank you."

Shang Wanjun smiled sweetly.

"Sister, you're so beautiful!"

The makeup artist looked closely at Shang Wanjun, amazed, feeling as if the world had suddenly brightened, "I've never seen such a beautiful girl like you before!"

"Haha, really?"

Shang Wanjun kept smiling.

"Really, sister, you're so beautiful, and your boyfriend is so handsome too."

The makeup artist glanced at Xu Lin again.

Shang Wanjun turned to look at Xu Lin, who was ten meters away. She originally wanted to say he was her student or younger brother, but she didn't say anything in the end.

It wasn't that she was acknowledging anything, or that she liked Xu Lin. Instead, she was a bit world-weary and didn't bother explaining meaningless things to others unless they affected her life or work; she generally ignored them.

"Sister, what kind of makeup do you want? Light or heavy?"

"Light makeup then!"

Shang Wanjun rarely wore makeup as she found it troublesome; as a self-amusing literary youth, her world was introverted rather than extroverted, meaning she didn't care about others' perceptions, nor did she dress for the sake of others.

"What about the hairstyle? Look at these styles in the picture, which one do you want, sister?"

Shang Wanjun looked and said, "This one!"

"Oh, I think this hairstyle would look great on you too!"

The makeup artist chirped on, but Shang Wanjun didn't mind, feeling that the girl was quite innocent and chatting with her was relaxing.

Since Shang Wanjun opted for light makeup, with a hairstyle and hair accessories, it took over thirty minutes to finish her look.

"Sister, look at yourself in the mirror, you look stunning!"

The makeup artist was amazed, "Sister, can I take a picture with you?"

"Yes, yes, you can."

"Thank you, sister!"

The makeup artist snapped several photos.

After getting the Hanfu styling done, Shang Wanjun looked even more beautiful; at this moment, calling her a fairy who descended from heaven wouldn't be too much.

Those nearby were also stunned; the other girls in Hanfu were amazed, feeling self-conscious rather than envious, because Shang Wanjun overwhelmed them in every way. Even if they wanted to feel jealous, they couldn't, only admiration and self-doubt were left.

"Xu Lin, what do you think?"

This time, Shang Wanjun spun in front of Xu Lin, a full 360-degree turn.

Shang Wanjun's thought process was unique.

Others, seeing her at this moment, would say you look so pretty, really beautiful.

But Shang Wanjun didn't like that; she found it shallow.

But Xu Lin was different.

"Mao Qiang and Liji, admired by all, fish dive deep when they see them, birds fly high, deer flee in packs."

Liji, represents Xi Shi, a great beauty.

This sentence is a high praise for a beauty, suggesting that a beauty can astonish the fish in rivers, birds in the sky, and deer in the forest; truly a fairy from heaven.

However, this is Zhuangzi's writing, exaggerated and full of romantic color.

The romance in Zhuangzi's writing isn't necessarily surpassed by even Cao Zhi or Li Bai, hundreds or thousands of years later.

Shang Wanjun smiled and said, "Looks like you've read well, this sentence is from 'Zhuangzi - Equalizing Things Chapter'."

At this moment, Xu Lin matched her thought process, and she matched Xu Lin's response.

But Xu Lin suddenly said, "Beautiful appearance, uniquely apart, shocking those around."

You're so beautiful, standing out among everyone, and stunning those around.

Just like on-site, many people's eyes were on Shang Wanjun.

"Where is this sentence from?"

Shang Wanjun finally couldn't match Xu Lin, Xu Lin outmaneuvered her.

She knew this was from some article, not just three idioms.

"Book of the Later Han."

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