Fu Yue walked in, her phoenix eyes glanced at the person lying on the soft couch, and then hummed lightly.
"The prince doesn't know that he is getting married today?"
Her voice is cold.
Yan Jun put down the letter in her hand, raised her cold white fingertips against her thin lips, and coughed slightly, her eyes, which were as pale as the cold moon, were clean, and there was no emotion inside.
The visitor was wearing a red wedding dress, and Yan Jun guessed her identity without any effort.
Princess of Southern Chu, Chu Yunke.
That is, the newlywed wife who was supposed to marry him now.
Yan Jun glanced at Fu Yue and lowered her eyelashes.
"Princess forgive me."
Glancing at the attendants around, Yan Jun said calmly: "Go down."
The attendants naturally left the room respectfully, leaving space for the newlyweds.
The room instantly became deserted.
It was already the beginning of spring, but the silver charcoal was still burning in the room, which showed how weak this Prince Yuanxian was, and he was so afraid of the cold.
"It was not my intention to marry you."
Fu Yue stared at him, "But you never refused."
Yan Jun looked away: "For me, marrying anyone is the same."
It was as if she was just a gift given to him by the emperor of Beiliang at will, it didn't matter if he liked it or not, anyway, as long as she was stuffed in the backyard as a decoration.
Seeing Fu Yue staring at him inexplicably, his expression must not be good-looking.
Yan Jun's tone softened a little.
"You and I haven't worshiped the world, and we haven't drank the wedding wine, so we can't be regarded as a formal couple. I believe the princess understands my situation. After I die, the princess can choose another husband and son-in-law."
Fu Yue stared at him for a few seconds and laughed.
"The prince is generous."
Of course Yan Jun didn't think Fu Yue's words were a compliment.
But he doesn't care.
Fu Yue carefully looked at the legendary Prince Yuan Xian in front of him for a long time.
He gives people the impression that he is like a fairy who has fallen into the world, his eyes are flat and unwavering, although he is in the world of mortals, he is not contaminated with the disturbance of the world.
Her skin was as white as cold jade, and there was not even the slightest blemish, and her black pupils were bottomlessly black.
His eyebrows and eyes are not gentle, but they are not indifferent, but there is a sense of alienation everywhere.
Fu Yue suddenly laughed.
She really wanted to tear off this man's indifferent mask, to see what kind of heart was hidden under this mask.
In the blink of an eye, she came to Yan Jun's body. Her steps were steady and her body was as light as a swallow's. It could be seen that she was a martial artist.
Yan Jun was not surprised, or rather, he didn't think he needed to pay attention to this kind of thing.
Fu Yue took a look at Yan Jun who was lying on the bed, she turned her head to get the wine on the table, poured two glasses, and drank one by herself.
another cup—
Fu Yue took it to Yan Jun.
The meaning is self-evident.
Yan Jun just glanced at the cup lightly and said, "There is no need to drink."
Fu Yue's eyes lighted faintly: "Are you drinking by yourself, or do you want me to feed you?"
"..."
Yan Jun seemed to be stunned for a moment, but immediately turned her head away and ignored Fu Yue.
Even though he was getting married today, he didn't wear a wedding gown, he was only wearing plain clothes.
Fu Yue let out a cold air.
She didn't talk nonsense with Yan Jun, she stepped up to the front of the collapse, stretched out her white fingers like jade, and pinched Yan Jun's chin violently to snap his head back, while holding the wine glass with her other hand, she pointed at him. Fill your mouth.
Yan Jun was choked and coughed. A glass of wine was barely finished.
Fu Yue clapped her hands and whispered sarcastic remarks quietly.
"You don't eat a toast, you eat fine wine."
Yan Jun: "..."
Because of the severe coughing, an abnormal blush appeared on his jade-like cheeks.
Estimated to be angry.