Wen Xian fell to the ground, her beautiful and clean eyes were shaking, her slender hands were lightly pressed against her chest, her face was so pale that it was almost transparent.
He bent over.
Another mouthful of blood was spat out.
Fu Yue looked down at Wen Xian, her long and narrow phoenix eyes showed no emotion, she gracefully bent her long legs, raised her hand to pinch Wen Xian's chin, forcing him to look into her eyes.
"You want to kill me?"
"Your identity should not only be my Fengjun, right?"
Aware of the pain and entanglement in this person's eyes, hatred, inexplicable feelings, extremely complicated... At this moment, many things flashed through Fu Yue's mind, and he blurted out a sentence.
"You have a grudge against me? Or, you are not the real Wen Xian at all?"
Jaw pinched.
There is no way to avoid it.
Wen Xian closed his eyes, his slender and curly eyelashes covered the delicate eyelids, casting a dense shadow, he hummed lightly.
It's an answer.
The corner of Fu Yue's lips gradually evoked a cruel and vicious smile, "Wen Xian, you please me."
This is a declarative sentence.
Fu Yue's tone was extremely firm, and Wen Xian did not refute, but the color of her pale lips became a little lighter, and against the bright red of her lips, it was strangely gorgeous.
"You lurk in the palace to kill me, but unfortunately you didn't expect to fall in love with me, so when you just started, you hesitated—"
"You obviously had the chance to kill me, but unfortunately you've softened your heart. Wen Xian, you're really not a qualified killer..."
The empress's voice was rational, without any warmth, and there was a hint of ridicule and pity in her words.
Fu Yue stepped back, she folded her arms, her majestic and indifferent voice raised a bit.
"Come here, Imperial Guard!"
Following the Queen's order.
Two guards with knives who were guarding the door broke in, "See Your Majesty."
Pidianpidian followed a Li Fu.
Fu Yue: "..."
Why is there him everywhere
Seeing Fu Yue's hands dripping with blood, the blood remained and stained the snow-white shirt red, this scene was a bit shocking.
Li Fu's small eyes widened, and the male duck's voice almost broke, "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you, who did it!!"
He rushed towards Fu Yue.
The female emperor's fair forehead twitched, avoiding the playful servant, "I'm not dead yet! Why are you crying?"
Li Fu shut up instantly.
As soon as he rolled his small eyes, he saw Wen Xian who had fallen to the ground.
This glorious Fengjun changed his image of being unattainable in the past, like a god who was pulled down from the altar, fell into the mud, and fell to the ground in embarrassment, the corner of his mouth was stained with blood.
Li Fu: "???"
Well, didn't Your Majesty and Feng Jun still get along very well last night
Why do you have to die so early in the morning
Li Fu tentatively said, "Well, what happened to Feng Jun..."
The empress waved her hand lightly, but ignored Li Fu, her eyes were slightly lowered, with the tails of the eyes raised, and the arcs were as delicate as those drawn by a paintbrush.
"Feng Jun is rebellious and intends to kill the king."
"Take him down, into the prison, and lock him up first."
Li Fu: "!!!???"
It's so explosive, he seems to be on the front line of eating melons!
The two imperial guards immediately ordered to hold Wen Xian's arm, but he dodged it lightly, and the man's melodious voice sounded like a fairy, "Don't touch me, I will walk by myself."
He seems very repulsed by other people's touch.