Li Fu was completely subservient, and it wasn't that he made this appearance on purpose, but facing this legendary Fengjun who was not favored, he felt a little cowardly for some reason.
Not to mention putting on airs, he didn't dare to look directly at Feng Jun's quiet and peaceful eyes, they were too clean and indifferent.
Wen Xian slightly raised his long and narrow eyes, and looked over coldly, "An Shijun?"
He didn't seem to understand who this person was.
Li Fu's body became even more hunched, he bowed his waist and smiled, "It's the one from Yaohua Palace, that Mr. Angui who was despised by His Majesty a few days ago, and now he has been demoted."
Wen Xian put the book on the table, propped his head on his wrist, closed his eyes, curled up his eyelashes like a small fan, and said, "What is he doing here... Forget it, let him in."
Li Fu originally wanted to persuade Wen Xian to hang An Zixuan outside, but seeing this man's clean and beautiful eyes, he felt that his thoughts were really dirty and despicable.
The eunuch went out angrily.
An Zixuan, who had been waiting outside for a long time, was about to explode, and the anger in his heart had almost reached a peak. At this time, seeing Li Fu walking slowly, he resisted the urge to slap him, and forced out a smile .
"How about it, did Feng Jun let me in?"
Li Fu hummed resentfully, and flicked Fuchen on his arm, "Please, Mr. An."
Maybe because he disliked An Zixuan's walking too slowly, he urged with some dissatisfaction: "Mr. Feng is waiting inside, hurry up."
An Zixuan grasped the key point, and at this moment, he didn't care about the eunuch's attitude, and hurriedly asked: "Feng Jun? Wen Xian? Then what about Your Majesty, where did you go?"
Li Fu rolled his eyes, "Your Majesty is overworked and unwell, and he hasn't woken up yet."
This is too suggestive.
Anyway, An Zixuan understood it in an instant, his face blushed, and he couldn't help scolding Wen Xian for being shameless in his heart, for seducing His Majesty so viciously and shamelessly.
He picked up the handkerchief, wiped the sweat off his face, and walked in with his head held high.
An Zixuan was quite confident in himself.
This Feng Jun has never been favored, he must be ugly, otherwise why would His Majesty despise him so much.
That's right, although he has been in the palace for so long, An Zixuan has never seen this legendary Feng Jun, or rather, few people in the whole palace have seen Wen Xian's appearance.
How low-key is this Feng Jun
He never attends any kind of banquet, let alone any morning and evening appointments. It is said that he is sick in bed all year round, as if there is no such person in the whole palace.
Soon to the main hall.
After An Zixuan entered, his gaze was instantly attracted by the person sitting in the main seat.
The man was dressed in plain snow clothes, his hair was loosely held up by a jade crown, the dress was extremely simple, upon closer inspection, the cuffs of the snow clothes were embroidered with intricate patterns of flowers.
Wen Xian supported his head with his hands. From An Zixuan's angle, he couldn't see his specific appearance clearly. He could only vaguely see his skin. His skin was very white. From a distance, it looked like it was covered with snow. cold.
An Zixuan stood there blankly, without saluting, but just looked at Wen Xian unblinkingly, he looked a little embarrassed at this moment, like a funny clown.
Hearing the sound, Wen Xian put down his hands and turned his face slightly.
This stunningly beautiful face.
It was exposed in An Zixuan's eyes without warning.