Seeing Wen Xian dodging, the Imperial Guards looked at the man who looked like a banished fairy with some embarrassment, and didn't dare to go up and forcefully detain him, then turned their heads and looked at Fu Yue with questioning eyes.
The empress waved her hand lightly, and a pleasant and indifferent voice sounded.
"Take him down."
Wen Xian didn't put up any resistance, he was arrested and obediently followed them down, which made the two imperial guards heave a sigh of relief, and secretly wiped the sweat off their foreheads.
This is a matter between His Majesty and Feng Jun.
As subordinates, the less they interfere, the better.
Feng Jun is so beautiful, such a stunning figure, even rough people like them can't help but blush, let alone His Majesty...
Now His Majesty was furious and ordered him to be imprisoned, but the matter between the husband and wife cannot be explained clearly in a few simple words.
Maybe someday His Majesty will forgive Feng Jun. If they offend him at this time, won't they be dead by then
so.
Can't offend, can't offend.
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Wen Xian's footsteps were a little vain, his face was ugly white, and his lips were a little blue, probably because of Fu Yue's palm.
Only those beautiful eyes were as black as ink, and there seemed to be a bit of sadness in them.
Before leaving, he stared at Fu Yue silently for several seconds.
Eyes are complicated.
Fu Yue never looked at him, her slightly pursed lips and gloomy face showed her impatience.
"Feng Jun, you'd better wait with me, don't make His Majesty angry..."
Still being urged by the two guards, Wen Xian walked away.
Wait until Wen Xian leaves.
Fu Yue, who was sitting on the chair, raised her eyes slightly, and the slight tingling sensation from her neck brought her back to her senses.
"hiss-"
The dagger just scratched her neck, it can be seen that Wen Xian really wanted to kill her, but he still couldn't do it in the end.
Fu Yue sneered, and said two words from her thin lips: "Idiot."
Can't even kill a person.
Although he scolded Wen Xian so much and scoffed at his actions, Fu Yue's mind was still quite confused at this time.
She doesn't seem to know how to deal with Wen Xian for the time being...
The severe pain in his hand was already numb, because Fu Yue was holding his fingers all the time, the speed of blood dripping slowed down, but the blood overflowed and deposited on his sleeves, the large area stained red was still shocking to watch.
Li Fu, who had just left, quickly led a group of people from the Tai Hospital in, and the momentum was so great that Fu Yue thought that he was about to die.
"..."
The old eunuch cried tearfully, stood beside Fu Yue, looked at her bloody hand, and murmured, "Oh, my lord, how painful this is, it hurts so much! Too much blood... If Old Feng Jun knew about it, he wouldn't be so heartbroken to death!"
Fu Yue's brain hurts from the noise.
"Shut up, why cry, I'm not dead yet!"
Li Fu's crying stopped abruptly: "..."
Your Majesty, this old slave cares about you! !
Why are you so fierce? ?
Fu Yue supported her head with her uninjured hand, slightly closed her eyes, and opened her other hand to allow the imperial doctor to clean the wound and apply medicine to bandage it.
The water in the basin below was soon stained red, which was shocking to watch.
Fu Yue's face was a bit tired, and the air pressure in her whole body was so low that the hands of the imperial doctor who bandaged her were trembling, for fear of offending the angry emperor.