Originally, Fu Yue thought the audition was quite interesting. Looking at the faces of Bai Shengsheng and Huaguduo, she didn't mind letting a few servants into the harem.
But, on second thought.
She is not a lustful person.
Bringing these people into the harem is nothing more than a decoration, just a few more beautiful vases in the palace.
It's really nothing to her.
But for this group of youths in the Mood for Love, it was a lifetime of ruin.
Fu Yue fell silent.
She suddenly regretted why she agreed to the draft.
Maybe it was... I was in a daze at the time.
No, it was the old-fashioned Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites who pushed her!
It's definitely not her fault!
Fu Yue's principle is.
She can't be wrong, she can't be wrong.
Could the boss be wrong
impossible.
…
Fu Yue is indeed not a good person.
She is selfish, she is cold, and she is sensitive and suspicious.
Because she is the one abandoned by the common people, no one is qualified to ask her to have any kindness to the world, but even if she falls into darkness, Fu Yue still sticks to a piece of pure land in her heart, which is her bottom line.
She will not take the initiative to harm anyone.
The common people have never treated me kindly, so I just watched everything in the world with cold eyes, not polluted by half a speck of dust.
…
The empress above the high position lightly opened her thin lips, "Everyone, go back."
Although some child's play.
But Fu Yue didn't feel guilty at all, and enjoyed the rights she should have as an emperor with peace of mind.
She is the emperor, isn't she
What's wrong with being willful, she didn't do anything harmful.
Compared with other emperors, she couldn't be better.
Fu Yue successfully brainwashed herself.
Big guy pleasure (*^ω^*)
Everyone left the Wuji Hall one after another in disappointment, and the slender and graceful figures left one by one, and many of them turned their heads back frequently, as if they were reluctant to part.
Fu Yue smiled seriously.
People can't see the expression of joy and anger clearly, and they are full of majesty.
The hall quickly became empty, and everyone was gone—
No, there is one left.
After seeing clearly who that person was, the corners of Wen Xian's raised lips immediately drooped again, and his ice-like eyes fell on that person coldly.
A melodious voice sounded like fairy music.
"Why don't you leave, son?"
Wen Xian stared at Chu Xiange.
He snorted lightly in his heart.
When he saw the portrait of this person for the first time, he felt that this person was really unpleasant.
Oh, sure enough.
Hearing Wen Xian's opening, Fu Yue also looked over, just in time to see Chu Xiange who had been lingering for a long time, with a bit of doubt in his eyes.
Chu Xiange walked straight towards Fu Yue, and finally stopped at the bottom of the white jade steps. He knelt down and saluted Chu Xiange respectfully.
"See Your Majesty."
Fu Yue hummed, and raised her hand to signal him to flatten.
Fu Yue looked at this somewhat familiar face, but couldn't think of where she had seen it before. She turned her head and chatted casually with Wen Xian, "This person looks familiar, but I can't remember it."
Wen Xianliang swished: "Imperial study, portrait."
His tone sounded like a jealous husband.
Of course, Wen Damei was absolutely unaware of how sour her tone was now.
With just five words, Fu Yue suddenly realized.
The empress raised her slender jade fingers, smiled and pointed in the direction of Chu Xiange, "I remember, you are the son of Taifu Chu's family."
Chu Xiange's beautiful starry eyes lit up, and two dimples appeared on her fair cheeks, "Yes, Your Majesty actually remembers me? Xiange is flattered."