How good is this voice
The cold tone, with a kind of coldness that is rare for men in this world, such a coldness with a hint of snow, makes people not have any charming thoughts about him.
Fu Yue raised her eyes and looked over, her thick and curly eyelashes opened like a fan, her gaze fell over, she was stunned for a moment, and then immediately returned to her expressionless expression.
A man in sight.
He has a slender figure, wearing a very simple snow-colored robe, and his black hair is simply tied up with a jade crown. The most eye-catching thing is the almost immortal beauty.
High nose, slightly dark eyebrows.
Wen Xian has a pair of quiet and peaceful eyes with extremely deep pupils, which look even more alluring against the thin lips.
He walked over at a leisurely pace, and continued to repeat what he said just now, "If it's just because of the father's will, His Majesty doesn't have to come here."
Wen Xian stood not far from Fu Yue, and didn't salute. He just hugged a cat in his arms, teased the cat, and drooped his pitch-black eyelashes. His attitude towards Fu Yue was extremely cold.
Fu Yue could see it.
The original owner and this person were probably married by pronouncing their heads, so they had no affection for each other.
At this moment, Fu Yue felt a little bit like complaining about the original body.
Just looking at this Fengjun's stunning beauty, he left An Zixuan by countless streets. How could Ji Lan fall in love with An Zixuan at the beginning, but turn a blind eye to such a beauty.
Hearing Wen Xian's words, Fu Yue raised her eyes to look at him, "Since Mr. Feng knows why I came here...then you should also know that I will not go against my father's wishes."
Wen Xian paused holding the cat's fingers, he took a look at Fu Yue, then lowered his eyes, opened and closed his thin lips: "That's right, since you're here in Weiyang Palace, your Majesty can do as he pleases, I will leave."
After speaking, Wen Xian turned around and left.
The temperament of the beauty is just like his own.
Cold and unkind.
She didn't give Fu Yue any good looks at all, as if she didn't care that she was the supreme emperor of Qi.
Fu Yue: "..."
Her Feng Jun's temper is indeed cold, and it can even be said to be weird.
Fu Yue was not angry either, after all, Wen Xian was just a stranger to her, there was no need to be angry at all.
At this time, a question suddenly gradually emerged in Fu Yue's mind.
Did Wen Xian participate in the murder of the original owner
No wonder Fu Yue doubted him. After all, even after the death of the original owner, she, the nominal Feng Jun, had always lived well, as if she hadn't been affected by the change of dynasty at all.
This is very abnormal.
Fu Yue's long eyelashes covered the cold killing intent that flashed across his eyes, and his slender fingers tapped the Moyu tabletop lightly, thinking about something. Anyone who knows her well knows what this action represents.
Since I can't make a decision for a while.
Fu Yue didn't get too entangled, she sat in Weiyang Palace for a while and then left, only reaching the gate of Weiyang Palace.
She discovered one thing.
That is-
The door of Weiyang Palace was locked from the outside, and the people inside couldn't get out at all.
Fu Yue: "???"
The empress' majestic eyebrows and eyes instantly sank, her face almost dripping with ink, "Presumptuous, who locked the door? I don't want my head anymore?"
A trembling voice came from outside the palace gate.
"Your Majesty, calm down, this is the will of the old Fengjun, and the slaves dare not disobey."