Wait until the figures of these two people completely disappear before their eyes.
Yan Xuan suddenly threw all the things on the table in front of him to the ground, and the eunuchs and maids around knelt down on the ground, lowering their heads very much, afraid that they would touch the bad luck of the king who was in a rage.
"Yan, Jun."
The two words bitten out between the teeth.
Yan Xuan's handsome face was slightly distorted, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging.
This happens every time.
It's like this every time...
Yan Jun never took him seriously, before and now. Even though he had taken the throne from this person, he still didn't trample Yan Jun under his feet.
In Yan Jun's eyes, his emperor might just be a joke.
This time, Yan Xuan gave the princess sent by Nanchu to Yan Jun. Yan Xuan's original intention was to humiliate Yan Jun.
Yes.
Marrying a princess from a defeated country as a concubine is definitely an insult to the arrogant and arrogant Prince Yuanxian.
When Yan Xuan issued this decree, he originally wanted to wait to see Yan Jun's jokes, but he didn't expect that the other party just accepted the decree indifferently, with a calm look in his eyes. This inevitably made Yan Xuan feel powerless as if he had punched cotton, aggrieved and ridiculous.
Now I saw this princess of Nanchu.
The regret in Yan Xuan's heart became stronger.
Even though he was used to seeing all kinds of stunning beauties like Yingying and Yanyan, he was still shocked by the beauty of this princess.
The snow fell in three thousand surprises, and Luo Yi fell to the ground.
It was a touch of snow on the mountain that astonished the world, pure white and flawless.
Such a beauty should have been his concubine, but he bestowed it on Yan Jun by mistake, so that she missed her chance.
Looking back at the concubines in his own palace, they were as beautiful as they were beautiful, they had no soul, and when set off by this princess of Nanchu, they all turned into dust.
Yan Xuan, who was furious, felt more resentment towards Yan Jun in his heart.
"Yanjun, if it weren't for you... how wonderful all this would be."
Supreme power, accompanied by beauty.
It should all be his.
It should all be his...
***
Fu Yue is not an idiot, so he can naturally see the turbulent undercurrent between the two brothers. To be precise, it is Yan Xuan's unilateral hostility towards Yan Jun. As for Yan Jun, his attitude towards Yan Xuan was very subtle, as if he was looking at a fool.
"..."
After getting into the carriage, Yan Jun immediately let go of Fu Yue's hand, and returned to her previous cold and peaceful appearance, as if the moment of warmth just now was her illusion.
"The relationship between you doesn't seem to be going well?"
Yan Jun lowered her eyelashes, playing with the jade wrench with her slender fingers.
"No, the princess was joking."
Seeing that Yan Jun didn't want to admit it, Fu Yue just smiled and didn't speak any more.
All the way silent.
***
Of course Yan Jun did not marry Fu Yue willingly, otherwise she would not have given her such a big embarrassment at the beginning. Although he is not in good health, it is not impossible to even pay homage to the hall.
When I borrowed the imperial decree.
Yan Jun had intended to kill this princess of Nanchu.
As for why he didn't intend to kill Yan Xuan, because in his eyes, this younger brother was already dead.
Later, it was his master Tianji who stopped him.
The scene at that time was like this.
In Yan Jun's eyes, the old man who was always stable and indifferent, now his face was full of red, and there was a hint of excitement on his face.
"Jun'er, she must not be killed."