Wen Damei died suddenly.
He sat down slowly again, waved his hands towards An Zixuan, parted his slender and beautiful lips, and said a weak word: "You go, I don't want to see you now."
Saying that, Miss Wenxian covered her forehead with her hand, and stopped looking at the person in front of her.
What he meant couldn't be more obvious.
I really don't want to see you, you're dirtying my eyes by standing here.
An Zixuan: "..."
He was stunned by Wen Xian's scolding.
Some doubt life.
Is he really that bad
No talent, no looks, no virtue
An Zixuan was so angry that he was half-dead, and before he had time to get mad, he was half-thrown out of Weiyang Palace by the palace attendant, and he went out dizzy, and he floated to the Imperial Garden like a wandering spirit.
Angry and anxious.
In addition, it was noon at this time, the sun was scorching, and the pale and dazzling sunlight made it hard for people to open their eyes, and their eyes turned black, and their footsteps were sloppy, An Zixuan's white body couldn't bear it at all.
He actually stepped into the pond, tripped over the railing, swayed and swayed, and finally fell headfirst.
"Plop—"
What a big splash.
The ducks floating on the pond were stunned.
The fish spitting bubbles in the pond closed their eyes in fright.
His mouth and nose were filled with water, and he felt an overwhelming sense of suffocation. An Zixuan flopped around like a frog with cramped legs, faltering out a few words of "help", and finally sank to the bottom of the lake.
Great fear and unwillingness appeared in An Zixuan's eyes.
Is he going to die like this
no, can't—
His mind gradually became dizzy, his consciousness gradually withdrawn, An Zixuan closed his eyes unwillingly, and his struggling movements became smaller.
The lake gradually calmed down.
At this time, someone on the bank suddenly saw a black head protruding from the pond, and was so frightened that the three souls lost their souls and screamed loudly: "Ah—he's dead—help—"
An Zixuan who is still alive: "..."
Bold, I am not dead yet!
What kind of shit are you kidding
The palace servant on the shore screamed and finally attracted the imperial guards, and there was a riot of soldiers, and finally An Zixuan was fished up.
At first glance, this person is An Shijun who has fallen out of favor.
The imperial guard who went into the water to hug An Zixuan was a little bit troubled, she hurriedly threw the person in her arms away, and retreated: "The last general didn't intend to offend An Shijun—"
An Zixuan, who fell and ate shit, was still breathing: "..."
The impertinent Imperial Guard refused to send An Zixuan back to Yaohua Palace no matter what he said, and in the end someone else called the servant of An Zixuan Palace to drag him back.
How bleak it is.
After a night of turbulent treatment at the Imperial Hospital, An Zixuan's life was barely saved.
Fu Yue heard that this man fell into the water.
He didn't even give him a look, just waved his hand and said that the government was busy and there was no time.
The palace people of Yaohua Palace felt very cold.
As for An Zixuan, although he managed to save his life, he developed a high fever, which persisted for a whole day and night.
…
this afternoon.
Fu Yue invited Wen Xian to the imperial study with an imperial decree, in the pretense of discussing with him, Feng Jun, about the draft.
Wen Damei, who does not eat fireworks in the world, is silent.
"..."
He was tricked by Li Fu, saying that His Majesty had something important to discuss with him.
Wen Xian was still wondering what Ji Lan needed to discuss with him.