One crooked melon split date.
He really couldn't pick it out.
Wen Xian stared at the portraits in his hand, his thin lips pursed into an unpleasant arc, and he couldn't help but feel suspicious in his heart.
Is Ji Lan's taste so strong
Is it okay to say something like this
But when she thought of An Zixuan's appearance, she could fall in love with her... Wen Xian confirmed his guess just now without a doubt, and the air pressure around him dropped a bit.
at last.
Wen Xian really picked out a few for Fu Yue.
In Wen Damei's words, it's barely noticeable. God knows how disgusted Wen Xian's expression is when he said this.
The man raised his slender fingers slightly, bent down and put his face in front of Fu Yue, the distance was very close, as long as she raised her head slightly, she could touch the man's tall nose bridge, and she could almost see his thick and well-defined eyelashes .
Wen Xian pinched Fu Yue's chin directly.
Her Majesty the Empress: "??!!"
She opened her eyes slightly, and many strange thoughts flashed through her mind.
presumptuous!
Fuck, blah, blah... Is this man trying to seduce me with a beauty trick
Is I such a superficial person, how could I be tempted just because of a face, bold, you still don't let me put down your claws, can you pinch my noble chin
Or-
You, want, want, plan, kill, and then seek to seize my throne?
Seeing Fu Yue's complexion change again and again, Wen Xian understood her thoughts strangely. After being speechless for a while, he clenched his fingers tightly, and a cool and pleasant voice came to Fu Yue's ears.
"I think that few of these men who are running for the election are qualified. If His Majesty faces these faces every day... you might as well look in the mirror yourself. You may feel better in this way."
Fu Yue automatically turned this passage into Wen Xian praising her for her beauty.
The boss was instantly overjoyed.
It looks like a cat that has been smoothed, showing its soft belly and purring comfortably.
She raised her chin a little arrogantly, avoiding Wen Xian's fingers pinching her chin, touched her stunning little face, and hummed softly: "I know I'm good-looking, so it's up to you to say."
Wen Xian: "..."
Ji Lan became a little strange.
Fu Yue approved the memorial without raising her head, and waved her hand towards Wen Xian, "I still have things to do, if you have nothing else to do, Feng Jun, go down first, I won't keep you."
This is obviously the rhythm of throwing away after use.
Wen Xian's narrow eyes twitched, he slapped those portraits on the table, and walked out expressionlessly.
Just when Wen Xian's feet were about to step out, the female emperor's lazy and luxurious voice sounded, with a slight smile, "On the day of the palace election, Mr. Feng should not be absent."
Wen Xian almost lost his footing, and couldn't maintain the cold expression on his face. He turned his head and gave Fu Yue a cool swishing look, and said with a fake smile, "Naturally."
This time it was Fu Yue's turn with question marks all over his face: "???"
I just said it casually.
Feng Jun doesn't have to take it seriously.
…
On the other side, Yaohua Palace.
An Zixuan, who had been in a coma for two days, woke up.
My master has been in a coma for so long, yet His Majesty never came to see him once. All the servants in Yaohua Palace were extremely cold-hearted. Except for a few heartfelt ones who followed An Zixuan, the rest secretly ran away to seek refuge. Another master.
The thin man lying on the bed opened his eyes, and there was undisguised resentment in his eyes, and he blurted out two words.