Not long after.
The door opened from the inside, and a burst of rich and cool fragrance came to the nostrils, this is a kind of intoxicating cold fragrance.
Even Li Fu, a servant, couldn't help being stunned for a few seconds. After seeing the appearance of the person, a flattering smile appeared on his face, and his body bowed even lower.
"Slave Li Fu has a meeting with Lord Feng, it's getting late, I wonder if His Majesty has woken up yet?"
he asked tentatively.
Wen Xian slightly turned his eyes to the side, looked at the inner room where there was no movement, opened and closed his lips, and said in a clear and cold voice, "I'll call her."
Saying that, the beauty in snow clothes turned around and walked inward.
Naturally, it was impossible for Li Fu to follow in without winking. He secretly glanced at Wen Xian's back, and a look of amazement appeared in his eyes, which could not dissipate for a long time.
This beauty is really like a banished fairy.
Such a clear and cold temperament, calm and admirable, makes people feel admirable when looking at it. This is the kindness that a Fengjun of a country should have.
Compared with the one outside, it is really a difference.
I don't know what His Majesty thought before, leaving such a beauty alone in the empty boudoir, and actually fell in love with that hypocritical man An Zixuan.
Li Fu thought brokenly in his heart.
Hum ╯^╰.
As for An Zixuan who was waiting outside Weiyang Palace, his face turned blue and white, and the palace servants who came and went looked at him with humiliation and ridicule. An Zixuan was trembling with anger, and felt this Several people scolded him bloody, but they still had the cheek to not leave.
After seeing the warmth and coldness of people in the palace these few days, An Zixuan realized one thing, without the emperor's favor, he would be a grass that could be trampled on in the palace.
He touched his face, the sun is now very poisonous, the scorching sun shone down, and the makeup that had been carefully drawn on his face was completely sunburned, and the sweat mixed with the smell of makeup powder was very greasy.
An Zixuan's heart skipped a beat.
He looks so embarrassed now, without the slightest elegance and aloofness that he usually has. If Ji Lan sees it... I don't know if he will be disgusted by her.
If only Fu Yue knew what An Zixuan was thinking.
She must have laughed.
Then throw a rotten egg at him.
What a toad wants to eat swan farts!
Is it something that an ordinary person like you can think about?
At this time, Her Majesty the Empress is still awake.
She was lying quietly on the big soft bed, her sharp eyebrows and eyes were not as sharp as usual, but at this moment she looked a bit cute, and she fell into a deep sleep.
Wen Xian stood at the head of the bed.
He bent down, his long crow-blue hair fell down, and his slender and white fingers held Fu Yue's shoulders, shaking them slightly.
"Your Majesty, wake up, it's getting late."
The voice is as cold as the sound of a piano.
Fu Yue muttered, as if she was a little dissatisfied with being woken up.
She turned around.
not moving.
Her head was buried tightly in the pillow, her satin-like long hair hung down her back, and a slender wrist protruded from under the quilt. It was almost transparent in white, and the blood vessels and dense marks on it could be clearly seen.
Shows that someone did something good last night.
Wen Xian: "..."
The young man's thin lips pursed, fearing that Fu Yue would be suffocated to death by himself, he raised his hand to pull her, with a little force on his fingers, he pulled Fu Yue's head out of the pillow.
Her Majesty still kept her eyes closed, letting the other party hold her head.
Really... so tired...