In such a dynasty, human life is worthless at all.
Fu Yue also doesn't mean to be unbearable towards these people.
as expected.
After hearing Fu Yue's words, the maid's movements froze in place, and her face instantly became ugly.
Yan Jun who was sitting by the window looked over.
His eyes were peaceful, seeing that Fu Yue was so aggressive and domineering, he had no mercy at all.
Yan Jun sighed very shallowly, then put down the bamboo slips she was holding in her hand, lightly brushed off a little dust on her shoulders with her white fingers, then stood up and walked towards Fu Yue.
Seeing Yan Jun's actions, the maid lowered her head even more, her attitude couldn't be more respectful.
Yan Jun took the initiative to pick up the wooden comb on the dressing table with her snow-white fingertips, and waved her other hand to the maid who was kneeling on the ground, signaling her to go down.
The maid hurriedly withdrew.
Yan Jun stretched out a slender hand, and gently held Fu Yue's three thousand black hair, said: "Why should the princess make things difficult for a maid. Since you don't like the bun she wears, then just change someone else."
Fu Yue glanced at him, her long and narrow eyes had an indescribable meaning.
"So? The crown prince wants to give me a hair?"
Yan Jun gagged her with what she said yesterday.
"The princess said, since you and I are husband and wife, then why not tie up your hair for your wife?"
Fu Yue snorted coldly.
Instead, she obediently let Yan Jun tie her hair up.
At this moment, the sunlight came in from the window, and the shadows of the two of them were cast on the ground. Looking at them from this angle, they happened to be intertwined, like a pair of mandarin ducks crossing their necks.
There is really a bit of the unspeakable ambiguity of the newlyweds.
Of course, Fu Yue knew that all this was an illusion.
"The prince will enter the palace with me?"
Fu Yue suddenly said something.
Yan Jun paused with her slender fingers, and said, "I'm not feeling well, so I won't accompany the princess into the palace. The princess is wise, so she can handle it freely."
Fu Yue twitched the corners of her lips with a half-smile at him.
"What if I insist that the prince accompany me?"
Yan Jun stared at her with dark eyes, without saying a word.
He had combed her hair and was about to step back.
But Fu Yue grabbed his hand.
Her hands were soft, and when her fingertips touched the human skin, there was a shudder. Taking advantage of Yan Jun's dazed effort, the woman's slender fingers were already attached to his fingers.
Stick them one by one.
In the end, fingers clasped together.
Seeing that Yan Jun didn't refuse, I don't know if this person was stunned or didn't care at all. Anyway, the best thing Fu Yue can do is to push forward.
She took advantage of the opportunity to stand up, holding the young man's five fingers, and then took a step forward and hugged the young man's waist.
Yan Jun's ears turned red.
He wanted to push Fu Yue away for a moment, but he couldn't. Although his voice was still low and pleasant, it was obviously stumbling.
"My lord, what is the princess doing? The sky is bright and bright, so it is really detrimental to the image."
Fu Yue glared at him, but immediately laughed again, with a bit of coquettish coquettishness at the end of her slightly raised eyes, like a depraved goblin, beautiful but deadly.
"I'm close to my husband, why talk about being rude?"
As he said that, Fu Yue's tone changed, and he said in surprise.
"Ah, my husband's waist is really thin."
Yan Jun: "..."
Immediately afterwards, Fu Yue frowned again, and said quietly: "It's not good to be too thin, my husband is too weak, what should I do."
Her tone gradually lowered.
Yan Jun: "..."