Fu Yue barely opened her eyelids, and after taking a look at Wen Xian, she continued to close her eyes.
Wen Xian: "..."
He was sure that he was right. This woman didn't seem to recognize who he was, and what appeared in her eyes was a complete stranger.
This is very frustrating.
Even if Wen Xian doesn't like Fu Yue, he still feels like he has a heart attack when he is ignored like this.
The beauty's face froze.
He stretched out his cold hand...
Fu Yue woke up in an instant, her long and narrow eyes widened, she shrank back, and threw the pillow in her hand towards Wen Xian, "Wen Xian, you are presumptuous."
The color is fierce and the inside is soft.
It may be because of just waking up, Fu Yue's voice is a little hoarse, and a little imperceptible softness, not at all the majesty of the empress in the usual days.
Wen Xian took the pillow that flew over, put it on the bed casually, and said lightly: "Your Majesty, the sun is already high, and you are absent from today's morning court. Li Fu went to explain that His Majesty is not feeling well today. It's almost time for lunch, you, it's time to get up."
The man's beautifully shaped thin lips opened and closed, and the words he spit out were pleasant to the ear.
Fu Yue didn't listen to anything else, only heard that she seemed to have turned up early.
She blinked her eyes, and said quietly: "Last night, did everyone know that I'm staying here?"
Wen Xian frowned slightly.
He didn't quite understand why Fu Yue asked such nonsense, but he nodded and hummed.
Fu Yue's expression instantly became very funny.
Everyone knows that she stayed in Weiyang Palace last night, and also knows that she missed the morning because she couldn't get up... Is there a reason for this
A little bit of brain association will know.
Fu Yue even guessed how the palace would pass it on.
Your Majesty is weak.
Your Majesty can't.
…
Her Majesty said that this is a great shame! !
Fu Yue raised her finger and pointed to the door, holding her stomach full of anger and did not leave. Finally, she sent it to Wen Xian with a dark tone, "Go out for me, I don't want to see you for the time being."
Wen Xian didn't hold back, he took the book he just read, and walked outside at a leisurely pace, his figure was as elegant as an exiled fairy, like an untouchable high mountain flower.
Fu Yue: "..."
Hehe, the flower of the high mountain fart.
Only she knew how black-hearted this seemingly holy and flawless snow lotus actually was, it was a black-hearted lotus, and it almost turned into an overlord flower last night and swallowed her whole.
Fu Yue couldn't figure it out.
Obviously, the men in the land of female patriarchs are all soft and delicate, so why did she meet a freak
last night.
... fainted directly.
If this matter gets out, where will she save her face
Fu Yue squinted her long and narrow eyes, and secretly made an idea in her heart.
If there are rumors that she can't do it, she will call a few more beautiful boys to Chaoyang Palace at that time, and be a foolish and unrestrained foolish king.
Thinking of this, Fu Yue got out of bed, picked up the clothes that someone had prepared, and slowly put them on.
As for Wen Xian, he is currently sitting in the main hall of Weiyang Palace, holding a book in his hand, flipping through it casually, the words printed on the paper are obscure and complicated.
Standing in front of him, Li Fu tentatively opened his mouth, "Feng Jun, An Shijun is waiting at the door now, look—"