Fu Yue is not sober yet.
There were a pair of cold hands holding her face, gentle but strong.
Immediately afterwards.
A lingering kiss.
Fu Yue's mind was still not sober, probably because the breath of this person was too familiar, and there was an indescribable sense of peace of mind, she was negligent for a while, and forgot to take precautions.
Until a cold dagger touched her neck.
A cold light flashed.
Subtle pain.
Even though his brain is still slow, Fu Yue is still very familiar with cold weapons, not to mention that they are still so dangerous.
Fu Yue quickly blocked the dagger with his hand.
The sound of sharp knives piercing flesh.
Listening to it makes people feel chills in the back, but Fu Yue's eyelids didn't even jump, and the other hand pinched the opponent's neck.
Fu Yue has great strength.
There is no doubt that if she exerts a little force, it seems that she can break the opponent's neck.
She opened her eyelids, with a cold light in her eyes, and said coldly: "Who sent you, why did you assassinate me?"
Wen Xian was against the light, his brows and eyes were a little fuzzy, and the pale sunlight shone in, Fu Yue was so stabbed that he couldn't open his eyes, so that Fu Yue didn't recognize him for a while.
Obviously they were doing the most intimate thing not long ago, but now they are immediately facing each other with swords.
It's ridiculous.
Fu Yue can't even completely ignore the feeling before.
The hand she held the dagger was dripping with blood.
The bright red blood gradually slid down the silver-white dagger, and then sank into the brocade quilt.
Enchanting and charming colors.
Wen Xian slightly turned his face to the side, that delicate and three-dimensional beautiful face was just exposed in Fu Yue's eyes, his dark eyes stared at her coldly, such eyes easily reminded people of some kind of cold and murderous beast.
There is no half of the usual indifference and banishment.
Fu Yue: "???"
Wen Xian
The beauty I slept with last night was actually Wen Xian
... Why do you want to add a "return"
The boss fell silent.
My God, my unfavored little wife actually assassinated me!
Could it be that he was blaming me for neglecting him, and then hated him because of love, and finally did such a thing...
God, what a shock!
Her Majesty's mind gradually deviated from the track.
Seeing Fu Yue's constantly changing expression, Wen Xian understood her thoughts strangely.
"..."
Just when Wen Xian was about to say something, Fu Yue raised his energy directly, with a cold face, and slapped him on the chest.
This palm is merciless.
It took Fu Yue's eight or nine levels of skill.
If ordinary people received such a slap from her, they would have gone straight to the west and been invited to drink tea by Lord Yan.
The empress' majestic and cold voice sounded in Wen Xian's ears, with a hint of a faint smile.
"You can't be soft-hearted when you assassinate someone, my Feng Jun."
With a little irony.
Wen Xian raised his eyes in a daze, and he was disappointed to find out.
In the beautiful long and narrow peach blossom eyes of the empress, there was no trace of confusion or fascination, and she was calm to a certain extent.
Wen Xian, who was defenseless just now, received Fu Yue's palm, coupled with his impatience.
He spit out a mouthful of blood.
The dagger in his hand gradually loosened, and Fu Yue threw the dagger away.
There was a crisp sound.
The dagger fell to the jade floor.
Fu Yue quickly put on her clothes, turned over and got out of bed, stepped on the ground with her bare feet, and tied her belt.