The pain in the heart is nothing compared to the heartbroken extreme agreement.
Obviously you want to kill me, but I can't hate it anyway, why do you smile at me so gently...
His body fell limply, and his vision gradually blurred.
Raindrops buried everything.
Woke up in the middle of the night.
Wen Xian's long and slender fingers curled up, his lips were so white that there was no blood in them, thinking of the terrible dream just now, his nerves tensed up, and his mind felt a little aching.
He is not afraid of death.
But afraid of losing her.
Obviously, she has never kept this light like wind and snow, but it seems that she has lost her thousands of times...
Wen Xian laughed at himself.
The draped black hair fell softly to the ground, lustrous and supple like satin, even if it was covered with dust from the ground, it was obvious that the cleanliness was so serious, Wen Xian didn't care about it any more.
the next day.
Fu Yue really sent someone to the prison to bring Wen Xian back to Weiyang Palace, and also sent an imperial doctor to treat him well.
The queen's move caused quite a stir in the harem.
Many people are secretly speculating.
Does His Majesty's actions mean that this Feng Jun will return to favor
But after waiting tremblingly for two days, I didn't see the empress express anything. Ever since Wen Xian came out of the prison, Fu Yue didn't go to Weiyang Palace to see him once.
This made the people in the harem even more incomprehensible.
…
The days seem to pass by a few days.
today.
The Minister of the Ministry of Officials came to the imperial study to report the matter to Fu Yue. He rambled a lot of nonsense and didn't get into the topic until Fu Yue became a little impatient.
The Minister of the Ministry of Officials smiled hypocritically, bowed to Fu Yue and bowed his hands to salute, took out a thin piece of paper from his sleeve, and handed it to her respectfully.
"The old minister recommends someone to His Majesty."
The meaning of He Yuhua couldn't be more obvious, the empress' delicate brows were slightly frowned, and her lips were drawn into a straight line.
"No need."
The Minister of the Ministry of Officials bent his waist even lower, "The old minister is bold, please take a look at it and think about it before it's too late, Your Majesty!"
Fu Yue glanced at her coldly, but waved Li Fu over to pick up the paper, his lips opened and closed, and the words he spit out made people feel a little terrified, "He Shilang, your hand is too long, if this If people can't satisfy me, you have to worry about the black yarn on your head."
Li Fu hurried over, took the paper from He Yuhua's hand, and handed it to Fu Yue.
heard the words.
The servant minister's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help feeling a little flustered, but he quickly calmed down and said respectfully, "Your Majesty will know it after reading it."
Unfold that thin sheet of paper.
When Fu Yue saw this face clearly, her eyes shrank suddenly, and a flash of surprise flashed deep in her pupils.
Visible.
It was a beautiful young face with bright eyes and bright teeth, and every stroke was just right. Of course, what surprised Fu Yue was that this young man looked sixty to seven points similar to Wen Xian.
Especially between eyebrows and eyes.
Fu Yue was in a daze.
"..."
The female emperor's fair and beautiful face sank in an instant. She raised her eyes to look at He Yuhua, and caught a successful smile from the corner of the servant's mouth. Fu Yue understood this man's small thoughts.
He Yuhua's hand stretched out a bit.
A sharp coldness flashed across Fu Yue's eyes.
It's time to bang bang bang...
However, looking at the portrait again, some thoughts suddenly flashed through Fu Yue's mind, which made her swallow her words.