Yan Jun's figure is slender but exuding a sense of delicate thinness, like a son raised by a famous family, a person as snowy as jade.
He is weak in stature, but because of his high status, even the new emperor of Beiliang has to respect him three points.
On weekdays, no one would be so rude to Yan Jun like Fu Yue.
Actually forced him to drink.
Yan Jun's cough hadn't stopped yet, and his face became even paler. He looked at Fu Yue with a hint of blame, because he was blaming her for being rude before.
"The princess is sorry."
He said lightly, his voice gradually calmed down.
The coughing sound also disappeared.
Fu Yue chuckled, Shi Shiran withdrew his hand, and said: "You and I are husband and wife, so why should you care about such etiquette? There is no need for the crown prince to tell me anything that is necessary. Since you have never pushed this door For marriage, from now on, I will be the wife of your Yuanxian Crown Prince Yanjun... "
"What's wrong with letting you drink a glass of wine? The prince is making such a fuss."
Yan Jun was silent for a while.
He was robbed by Fu Yue, but he couldn't find anything to refute for a while.
Yes.
It was he who took over the marriage.
Whatever the reason, this is an irrefutable fact.
It seems. This princess of Nanchu is obviously domineering and powerful.
I am afraid that the days to come will not be peaceful.
Yan Jun sighed faintly.
He stretched out his slender fingers and pinched the center of his eyebrows with some headaches. The red cinnabar on the center of his eyebrows was as bright as tears, like weeping blood.
He bowed slightly towards Fu Yue, saluted, and said in a deep voice with a little apology in his eyebrows: "This matter is Jun's fault. I didn't think carefully and swept the princess's face. I hope the princess will forgive me."
Yan Jun apologized.
His appearance is too cool, like a banished fairy, it is really easy for people to let go of their hearts and trust him.
According to common sense, Fu Yue should smile freely, and then magnanimously expose this matter.
But-
She is not.
"Since the crown prince knows that this matter has swept my face, how does the crown prince plan to compensate me?"
Yan Jun was stunned for a moment.
He obviously didn't expect that Fu Yue would take the opportunity to ask him.
The princess of a country is actually like this... a villain's behavior.
"..."
"What does the princess want?"
This puts the initiative in her hands.
Fu Yue raised her brow lightly.
She tugged on her red lips, and her delicate and flowery red lips curved into a coquettish arc. Looking at Yan Jun's face, some thoughts suddenly popped up in her mind.
Fu Yue pretended to be in thought for a while.
"Well... I can't think of anything for the time being. How about asking the prince for it when I think of it later?"
Yan Jun's brows were peaceful, with slender eyelashes hanging down.
"good."
A gentleman makes a promise.
It's an agreement, and there are no obstacles.
"Don't worry, I won't make it difficult for you, Prince Yuanxian. This will definitely be an easy thing for you."
The woman's stunning eyebrows and curved eyes were unrestrained and unrestrained that he had never seen in his life.
Dressed in red like fire, bright as the sun.
Yan Jun had never seen such a woman.
"good."
He answered again.
Yan Jun didn't think that Fu Yue would propose anything that he couldn't do or would embarrass him.
This is the arrogance of Prince Yuanxian of Beiliang.
So, I agreed to her so easily.
At this time, Yan Jun didn't know.
After many years.
What kind of request will this woman make that will make him feel heartbroken.
Of course, these are things for later.
Everything is unknown.