Seeing Wen Xian looking at him, He Luo hesitated for a moment before walking over and bowing to Wen Xian, "See Feng Jun."
Wen Xian just glanced at him coldly.
After a hmm.
He left in a hurry without any intention of talking to him.
Also, according to Wen Xian's temper.
It was not easy for him to hold back from cutting this person.
He Luo looked at the direction Wen Xian left with a sense of loss, and when he thought of His Majesty's attitude towards him, a bitter self-mockery emerged in his heart.
Your Majesty doesn't even want to touch him...
But if you think about it carefully, yes, there is Fengjun Zhuyu in front.
How could His Majesty take a fancy to his willow appearance
He Luo suddenly smiled again.
The boy's beautiful eyes were reflected in the light golden sunlight, and the fundus of his eyes was soft.
He shouldn't expect too much.
His Majesty is now willing to pamper him on the surface.
Enough is enough, really.
…
Fu Yue in Chaoyang Palace on the other side.
She sneezed uncharacteristically, and fell silent.
One last sentence.
"Someone must be scolding me!"
The boss didn't even know how much love debt he had incurred.
But even if you know.
She must have thought very unconscionably.
Sure enough, it is also a mistake to look too good~
Fu Yue is stealing half a day's leisure, spending time with parrots in her own palace.
This little fellow came from a foreign country.
Very spiritual.
It's fun.
This parrot is also very beautiful. The tail of the feathers is colorful, bright in color, soft to the touch, and feels very good.
Fu Yue was immersed in the pleasure of stroking the parrot.
She named this parrot Fatty, because it has a round head and a very cute head. When you touch its head, its eyes will narrow into a slit, as if it is smiling.
Fu Yue snapped her fingers at Fatty.
"Come on, call Your Majesty to listen."
The colorful parrot glanced at her, then moved his eyes noblely and coldly.
I don't want to talk to her.
Fu Yue: "... I want to eat roasted birds."
The parrot's fur was all blown up, its head made a big turn, and immediately turned to Fu Yue, uttering two strange words from its mouth.
"Beauty~"
Fu Yue: "!!"
Unexpectedly, this dead bird is quite discerning.
The boss was instantly delighted.
She swells.
While Fu Yue was playing with the bird, Li Fu ran in again, yelling, "Your Majesty, Feng Jun is out to see you."
"Look—"
Fu Yue's movement of stroking the bird paused.
There was a little silence for a while.
The empress's indifferent and pleasant voice sounded: "Let him in."
Four words without the slightest emotion.
This made Li Fu silently light some wax for Wen Xian in his heart.
Feng Jun, Feng Jun.
Good luck to you.
…
As soon as Wen Xian went in, he saw the scene of Fu Yue playing with the parrot, his eyes were a little dazed, and he was a little greedy for the peace at this moment.
He stopped involuntarily.
Black and white eyes stared quietly at Fu Yue.
Fu Yue turned her head away, she just wanted to stab Wen Xian a few words, but when she saw Wen Xian's face, the words stuck in her throat.
Her expression became extremely strange.
What kind of big pineapple is this guy doing
Makeup? Makeup!
Hahahahahahahahahahaha.
The corners of Fu Yue's beautiful lips twitched, and they were about to bend into a weird arc, but she pressed them down again.
Hold back, can't laugh.
If you laugh out loud at this time.
It's really weird.
In all fairness, Wen Xian's appearance is still good-looking, not at all worse than usual.
Just a little girly.