Looking at the boy's star-like eyes through the portrait, the deep affection in the peach blossom eyes almost makes people indulge in such tenderness.
Fu Yue muttered a few words casually: "Ah, the son of the Taifu family is only seventeen years old this year, one year younger than me. It's nice to be young..."
Six years older than Her Majesty, Wen Damei, who is already twenty-four this year: "..."
fell into a deep silence.
Inexplicably worried.
Wen Xian did a very childish thing. He picked up the portrait and placed it next to himself for comparison. His thin lips opened and closed, and he was calmly stating a fact.
"Does Your Majesty still think this person is good-looking?"
Fu Yue: "..."
She looked at Wen Xian, and then at the young master of Taifu's family, the corners of her eyes twitched strangely, "It's not as good as Feng Jun."
What Fu Yue said was true.
No matter how beautiful a person is in front of Wen Xian, they will inevitably be overshadowed, and there will be no scum left by his almost immortal beauty.
Wen Xian hummed in a neutral manner, and accepted Fu Yue's compliment with such humility, his cool and melodious voice sounded.
"This is His Majesty's first selection since he took the throne. Naturally, we must be more careful. These...we should not spoil His Majesty's eyes by being selected."
"Just like Mr. An Gui before—"
Wen Xian glanced sideways at Fu Yue, and continued: "I haven't figured it out until now, how could His Majesty dote on such a person before, it's so ordinary, you can't find it if you throw it in the crowd."
Fu Yue also answered this somewhat weird sentence, her gorgeous voice was like the sound of a piano, "Then Fengjun thinks there should be a standard?"
Wen Xian hummed.
Fu Yue: "Who is the standard?"
Wen Xian lightly put down the portrait in his hand, rolled up his snow-colored sleeves, curled his eyelashes to cover his dark eyes, and said, "Me."
Fu Yue: "..."
The corner of her mouth twitched, and said quietly: "If Mr. Feng objects to my draft, you can speak up."
Wen Xian straightened his face, looked at Fu Yue inexplicably, raised his fair chin slightly, and said: "I have no such intention, Your Majesty, don't want to dirty people's innocence at will."
Says as it really does.
Fu Yue almost believed him.
She narrowed her long and narrow peach blossom eyes, and there was something unkind in her eyes.
This man really wanted to make trouble!
She and Wen Xian really don't get along!
She looked at Wen Xian thoughtfully for a few times, the empress suddenly bent her lips, and she handed all the scrolls to Wen Xian, "I suddenly realized that there are still many papers that have not been reviewed, so please ask Feng Jun to give them to me." Pick a few out."
Wen Xian: "..."
Don't really want to promise how to break it
With a calm white and beautiful face, Wen Xian took these portraits, flipping through them casually, with a nonchalant attitude, like picking cabbage... No, picking cabbage is not as casual as he is.
Fu Yue silently reminded him, "Feng Jun has to help me take a good look, but don't be unable to pick out the last one. This will make me wonder if you are here to make trouble."
Wen Xian who just had this idea: "..."
His vision blurred for some reason, and the corners of his lips pursed.
Fu Yue walked back to the back of the table slowly, took a book at random, and read it slowly, with ten lines at a glance, holding a slender pen with white fingers like jade, making annotations seriously, with a faint light in his eyes.
Her Majesty the Queen expressed that she is in a good mood now.
As for Wen Xian, who was picking out the beauties on the side, his brows furrowed even more.
He is not good at all.