He is unwilling to enter the harem, share a woman with so many men, and live a life of intrigue and unrest, which is unacceptable to him.
This time to participate in the draft is nothing more than an imperial decree, Chu Xiange has even thought about how to lose himself.
Although his mother tried to persuade him again and again, saying how graceful and graceful His Majesty is, she is definitely a beloved person worth entrusting for life.
Chu Xiange always sneered.
However, until now, when he saw the rumored Her Majesty, although most of her face was covered by the crown, she couldn't see clearly, and his heartbeat strangely missed half a beat.
at this time.
The Empress looked over with a cold and sharp gaze, through the crown, looked over coldly, and her eyes met.
Chu Xiange's breath was suddenly suffocated.
He didn't know how to react for a moment, he stared blankly at Fu Yue, his beautiful and clean star pupils opened slightly.
Fu Yue casually glanced at Chu Xiange, but didn't pay too much attention, her first reaction to this boy was—
Looks good, looks familiar.
Gone.
The Empress looked away lazily, looking boredly at the group of beautiful boys performing their talents in sequence.
It was exciting at first.
But it was just so many things over and over again, Fu Yue soon lost interest, she even thought: If not, let's forget about this draft, this group of Yingying Yanyan is nothing interesting, she is not interested in them at all.
Fu Yue is a master of color control.
To be honest, there are a lot of outstanding looks among this group of beautiful boys, such as the one who stared at her just now... but it seems that it is a little bit off-putting, it might as well be Wen Xian.
At least that guy Wen Xian really suits her appearance.
Be aware of what you are thinking.
Fu Yue hurriedly stopped the strange thoughts in her mind.
Why did she compare Wen Xian with them
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Just when Fu Yue was thinking about the feasibility of canceling the draft, a sharp eunuch's voice came from outside the hall.
"Feng Jun is here—"
This voice is so magical.
Fu Yue was so frightened that she became sober, she opened her eyelids, and looked at the person standing at the entrance of the hall.
Not only Fu Yue, but also the beautiful girls standing in the Wuji Hall, all looked at Wen Xian who had come late.
Just a glance.
Everyone's eyes were full of amazement that could not dissipate for a long time.
There are all kinds of sights.
Some are amazing, some are jealous, some are complicated, some are ashamed...
This time Wen Xian didn't wear the snow-colored clothes he usually wears, but changed into a dark-colored palace dress. This color is more white, and the man's skin is lined with a bit of gloomy coldness, but it is even more inseparable eyes.
A bit of evil lingered around him, and the melancholy and pale eyes between his eyebrows gave him the aura of a sick beauty.
Peerless sorrow and beauty.
Fu Yue was also stunned, and stopped playing with the jade finger.
Wen Xian, who has changed her attire... looks good too.
The words suddenly turned around, Fu Yue smiled at Wen Xian: "Feng Jun is here, just in time, come and choose for me. There are too many beauties here, I am really blinded by it." !"
Wen Xian glanced at her coldly, sat down on the phoenix seat slowly, and bowed to Fu Yue due to affection, and hummed.
He glanced at Yingying and Yanyan who were all over the hall.
Wen · Tsundere, poisonous tongue, love to stab the knife · Xian went online again, saying sarcastic words: "Your Majesty is really blessed."