Cao Yunyun coaxed the twins into the bedroom, put on makeup, and changed into dresses.

When I came down from the second floor, I saw Lin Yuan still sitting on the windowsill, looking as if he was daydreaming.

She seemed like a gentle and quiet guide, who at best tended to daydream.

But Cao Yunyun felt vaguely in her heart that it was just a kind of disguise, a shell that made her look like a creature that could abide by the "rules" here on the surface.

Everyone living in this world has a shell. It’s just a matter of whether or not one has the courage to break out of it, Cao Yunyun thought.

"Where did you get this dress? It doesn't seem to fit you well?" Cao Yunyun asked.

Lin Yuan usually wears the white dress issued by the academy. Today, probably because she came from home, she found a black skirt from somewhere.

Tuan was sitting on the windowsill. Her skirt, which was as black as smoke, made her limbs look slender and her skin look porcelain white.

It's just too harsh, too desolate, and doesn't seem like something a guide should wear.

"I don't know. I found it at home. It might have belonged to my mother," Lin Yuan replied.

See, this guy knows he needs to wear a dress to a dinner party.

For her, all she had to do was get a dress and put it on.

As for whether the clothes fit her well or whether they could highlight the guide's gentle temperament, she didn't care at all.

"It's a little too big. Let me help you modify it." Cao Yunyun sighed, took out the sewing kit, and helped Lin Yuan to fix the waistline and hem of the skirt.

"Your mother seemed to be a sentry?" Cao Yunyun bent over and bit off the thread. She knew something about Lin Yuan's life experience.

"Well," Lin Yuan stretched out her hand and gently smoothed the hem of her skirt, "She is very tall and runs very fast. She is a strong person."

I dreamed of her a few days ago, Yunyun.

The skirt was altered, and Cao Yunyun took Lin Yuan's hand and turned around.

The dress is a crescent-colored coat, a smoky gray skirt, and a gradient hem. It is simple and neat, with no other decorations except for a row of rhinestones extending down the waist.

Lin Yuan had a cold personality to begin with, and with such a skirt on, she looked like an unknown being, a creature from the underworld, and she seemed to be about to disappear in the next moment.

Cao Yunyun was dazzled by her appearance. She vaguely felt that even as a guide, she was very beautiful.

She quickly shook her head to get rid of the thought.

No, no, that's inappropriate.

She helped Lin Yuan to tie her hair again and picked up her makeup box.

Lin Yuan held her wrist and declined.

"Putting on makeup is also for pleasing oneself." Cao Yunyun thought it was very funny. "At this kind of banquet, even the male guides and even the sentinels will dress up beautifully."

"If you want to please yourself, you have to want it first." Lin Yuan shook her head repeatedly. She didn't like the feeling of having something stuck on her face, and the tentacles didn't like it even more.

The tentacles raised their heads one by one, opened their suction cups of varying sizes, and nodded to show their disapproval.

Cao Yunyun took out a lipstick and coaxed her, "At least put on some lipstick. I made it myself, adding beeswax and rose essential oil. It smells good and a little sweet."

When Lin Yuan heard the sweet words, he licked his lips to show his agreement.

The two girls dressed themselves up and walked out, lifting their skirts.

Time was running out, so they almost jogged.

Cao Yunyun's garden is very beautiful, with many layers of flower branches, and champagne-colored roses blooming all over the garden in this season.

Arm in arm, they ran through the flowers wet with evening dew, feeling the touch of each other's cool, smooth skin.

A snow goose flew out following the two of them. It was Cao Yunyun's spirit body.

A pure white bird flew over the high and low branches of flowers. With a clear chirp, its tiny figure soared into the sky and circled in the distance.

Cao Yunyun thought, she didn't know why, but in recent years, this bird has rarely spread its wings like this.

She saw Lin Yuan, who was walking in front of her, looking back. She was wearing a smoke-colored skirt, and there were faint spirits surging in the shadows under the flowers in the woods.

In the dim night, the pair of lips dotted with paint were slightly curved, as if about to smile.

After knowing each other for so many years, Cao Yunyun had hardly ever seen Lin Yuanxiao.

She is about to leave here and live the life she wants.

This thought suddenly flashed through Cao Yunyun's mind, making her feel inexplicably surprised and reluctant.

…

In the lounge of the Earl's Palace, the sentries were busy ironing their clothes and styling their hair, and some of them were applying foundation on their faces in front of the mirror.

The makeup is not too exaggerated. It is common to put on a little powder, draw eyebrows, and dye lip color.

In the evening, a stunningly luxurious dinner will be held here, attended by a large number of nobles, princes, ministers and even members of the royal family.

The security of the banquet is particularly important, and as sentinels of the Capital Security Department, they must be on high alert.

The capital of the empire is protected by the holy light of the White Tower, and no horrible pollutants will ever approach.

Living here, a Sentinel's dignified appearance and handsome looks are more of a virtue than combat ability.

Although they were only responsible for patrolling the party, who would want to lose their image in a place where so many nobles gathered?

Dressing up is an important thing, and everyone thinks so.

If I were noticed by a noble person, my life might be different.

"Brother Ni, can I help you take care of it?" The sentry who spoke was named Song Yuansi. He was a junior student that Ni Ji had taught when they were in the Sentinel Academy.

Ni Ji sat on the chair, stretched out her long legs, reached out and grasped his wrist, and shook her head.

Song Yuansi looked around.

Everyone else was busy dressing up and no one paid any attention to this place.

"I'll just tidy it up for you, Senior." He whispered, "Look, everyone does this."

He knew that since Ni Ji came back a few days ago, everyone here was very cold to him. It was not because Ni Ji had been away for a long time and everyone had forgotten him, but because the principal's attitude towards Ni Ji was still ambiguous.

But Song Yuansi never forgot that when he first entered the Sentinel Academy, he was a crybaby who was always bullied.

At that time, it was the already famous Ni Ji who reached out his hand and stopped those who bullied him, and pulled him out of the abyss of bullying.

He lowered his voice and said, "Teacher, he likes us like this."

Ni Ji held his wrist tightly, stared at him for a long time, and slowly let go of his hand.

Song Yuansi was very happy. He had skillful hands and a keen sense of aesthetics, and was very good at this kind of thing.

It was because of this skill that he was brought here by Cao Junmin, the then principal and current head of the Public Security Department.

Dress yourself up and put on makeup.

He knew that for Ni Ji, a sentry who had just come down from the battlefield, this would be a humiliating thing.

But what can I do? If I want to live in this capital, in this shamefully luxurious place where flowers and fine wine are wasted, if I want to stay and survive, I have to obey the rules here.

Bend your back, apply something on your face, and treat yourself as a decoration at the banquets of noble masters.

He was very happy that Ni Ji listened to him.

Being a little more gentle like this would make life a little better for the senior who will always be in his heart.

He knew that his senior might have encountered some bad things in recent years.

What kind of sad experience would make a person who used to be sunny and cheerful become so silent and taciturn?

He blew Ni Ji's bangs up, giving her a refreshing hairstyle, trimmed her sideburns neatly, and applied a thin layer of foundation on her face to blend her skin tone.

Ni Ji leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and let him fiddle with her, until he brought out the lip gloss and wanted to put it on her lips.

Ni Jicai opened his eyes, shook his head, and reached out to stop him.

When Ni Ji took off his barber's apron and stood up, all eyes in the lounge were attracted to him.

He was very tall, and even among the sentinels, he still stood out. When he stood up, his lean and straight figure exuded something that none of the other sentries had.

Whether walking, standing or looking over.

They are all more stable and more powerful than others, with a hint of the blood-stained flavor of the battlefield ingrained in their bones.

In the past, he was only considered fierce, but now, after being groomed by Song Sizhe, his murderous aura has been softened, allowing his delicate features to be suddenly noticed.

It turns out that this notoriously fierce Blade of the Empire actually has a handsome face.

The mixture of beauty and strength stood up, fastened her hair button, and her eyes swept over everyone like the cold sea.

He put on his black gloves, put on his pistol, and walked out with his long legs spread out.

Cao Junmin was giving instructions to Tan Shu and others about the tasks for the evening.

Of course, as the head of the Sheriff's Department, he doesn't have to arrange the specific details.

He has many capable confidants. He only needs to give orders and give a few instructions on the most critical points to demonstrate his authority.

Cao Junmin has a standard for selecting people. The first requirement for all the sentries promoted by him is that they must be handsome and well-built.

Regardless of gender.

He knew in his heart that if he wanted to mingle in that glamorous upper world, everything he did had to conform to the interests and hobbies of those people above him.

This is his way of dealing with things, and it is also one of the secrets of his rise from the president of the college to his current position.

Just at this moment, he saw Ni Ji walking in.

Everyone present couldn't avoid looking at the beautiful sentinel.

With a rare appearance and silent temperament, broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs, he walked to Cao Junmin's desk with a soldier's gait, lowered his head and called him "Teacher".

Cao Junmin just sat there and looked up at him.

When he saw Ni Ji's carefully groomed hair and retouched face, he smiled.

He has been leading sentinels for so many years, and the one in front of him is the most outstanding genius.

Back then, he was as dazzling as the sun, and nothing could hide his light.

He's just too arrogant, aloof, wild and disobedient.

Cao Junmin remembered that at that time, Ni Ji brought him the single-soldier champion title in the Sentinel Academy League many times, and many people wanted to meet him.

Cao Junmin asked Ni Ji to dress up and look nice so that she could attend banquets with him, those high-end banquets that ordinary people couldn't get in even if they tried their best.

However, Ni Ji always refused ignorantly.

Every time, asking him to comb his hair or change his dress was like asking him to die.

That undisciplined student always disappears at the critical moment without any care.

He has no regard for his own reputation at all. No matter how you punish him, it will be useless.

Finally, because of something unbearable, the teacher and the student came to a complete standoff.

He actually likes Ni Ji.

Ni Ji is a good knife, fierce and tough, and very useful at critical moments.

But what he wanted was a knife and a dog, not a young man who always went against him.

So what if I was so proud back then, Cao Junmin thought.

Who hasn't been young, who hasn't been arrogant? But who can live in such a world with a clear conscience?

no.

So, when he saw Ni Ji dressed up like everyone else and stood in front of him with her head lowered, he felt comfortable from the bottom of his heart, as if all the pores in his body were relaxed.

He has always been a tolerant elder towards such a capable and timely child.

So, he stood up from behind the desk, walked to Ni Ji, patted his shoulder, and smiled kindly.

"Xiao Ji has been back for a few days. You and Tan Shu will stay with me at the dinner at the Earl's Mansion tonight."