Wen Xian: "..."
Fu Yue's question was very heart-wrenching, she didn't even know her husband's name, if Wen Xian had no feelings for her, she would have fainted from anger when she heard this.
The servant next to him heard this.
I almost laughed out loud.
Dazed was held back by him, his body trembling like a sieve.
The picturesque man in snow clothes lightly opened his thin lips, glanced at Fu Yue coldly, and said, "I am Wen Xian."
Fu Yue didn't think there was anything wrong with what she just asked, she nodded to show that she understood, and after leaving a sentence, she walked into the palace.
"Nice name."
Wen Xian: "..."
He also raised his steps and followed Fu Yue unhurriedly, keeping a certain distance all the time, appearing extraordinarily alienated.
After bathing and washing.
Fu Yue wiped her hair slowly, thinking about Wen Xian in her mind, she didn't know how important it was, and she accidentally tore off two strands of hair.
Wen Xian's identity is relatively mysterious, and it was not described in the original plot. As far as Fu Yue knows, there is no noble family with the surname of Qi in the entire capital of Qi.
There are rumors in the palace that Feng Jun of the current dynasty came from a humble background, but it was only because he saved the life of the late emperor that he made a marriage contract for him with the imperial daughter Ji Lan.
Wen Xian was a few years older than Ji Lan. In this era where women are superior to men, such situations are relatively rare.
Fu Yue didn't think that Wen Xian's identity would be simple. How could her mother, the former King of Qi, allow a young man she had never met to become the future Fengjun just because of a life-saving grace? This is too unreasonable Already...
Emperors are always suspicious.
This made Fu Yue not doubt Wen Xian's true identity.
In addition, Chu Ning has been matching Ji Lan and Wen Xian, and his attitude is still so firm, which once again aroused Fu Yue's suspicion.
Is Fengjun, a commoner, worthy of their help again and again
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Fu Yue's long black hair has been wiped half dry, and it is still slightly wet. It hangs obediently behind her back, and a few strands stick to her fair forehead, adding a bit of softness to her face and neutralizing her hair. The heroic spirit between the brows.
at this time.
The bedroom door creaked and was pushed open.
The beauty who came by the moonlight was as holy as an immortal, and the beauty of Wenxian was a kind of beauty that was not polluted by the mundane world, which was unbearable to be profaned.
He looked straight over.
The sight is shallow, like a light snow breeze.
Fu Yue, who was only wearing a thin coat, said, "..."
Fu Yue stood up in an instant, stepped barefoot on the cold ground, frowned, raised her hand to slightly gather the open collar, and said, "Why did Feng Jun come in without knocking?"
Wen Xian glanced at her sideways, and said, "Knock on the door and you won't let me in."
Fu Yue: "..."
This makes sense.
This is really something she can do.
Fu Yue crossed her arms, looked up at the man in the snow-clothed unparalleled man in front of her, and said with a tired expression: "So, it's so late, what's the matter with Feng Jun coming to see me?"
Wen Xian cherished words like gold, and said, "Naturally."
He stepped up and walked towards Fu Yue's direction unhurriedly. Unexpectedly, he raised his hand to hold her fair wrist.
The slender five fingers exerted a slight force.
Fu Yue: "???"
Seemingly seeing Fu Yue's doubts, Wen Xian took the initiative to explain.