But in this feminist country.
Men already admire femininity and beauty, so Wen Xian's move is reasonable.
But Fu Yue still felt weird.
Seeing Wenxian like this, how to look at how twisted.
Fu Yue stared at him so directly, he almost wrote the words "Is there something wrong with you" on his forehead.
Wen Xian: "..."
Come on, don't ask her if he looks good like this.
Just look at the woman's reaction.
With his ghostly appearance now, how hot his eyes are.
Wen Xian had the urge to turn around and leave.
As soon as his footsteps moved, he was stopped by Fu Yue.
"stop-"
Wen Xian stood on the spot honestly, the smile on his face was also stiff, and his lips were pursed into a straight line.
It's like a light on your back.
Fu Yue walked over, looked at Wen Xian with an indescribable look, and said, "How did you make it look like this?"
Wen Xian: "..."
Not for you
Hehe, maybe my brain got flooded while taking a shower.
→_→
The beauty in snow clothes looked away, did not look into Fu Yue's eyes, and said lightly: "I didn't sleep well last night, and my complexion was not very good, so I asked someone to put on some makeup for me."
Fu Yue hummed thoughtfully.
I don't know whether to believe it or not.
She continued to ask, "What did you come to me for?"
Wen Xian didn't intend to hide his purpose of coming this time, and said, "I met someone in the imperial garden."
Fu Yue: "?"
Wen Xian: "He looks very similar to me, and I heard that he is His Majesty's new favorite."
Fu Yue raised her eyebrows, "Yes."
She readily admitted it.
Wen Xian lowered his eyes, stared straight at her, and opened and closed his lips: "Why is he so similar to me, isn't your majesty afraid that I will misunderstand you?"
Fu Yue: "What is the misunderstanding?"
Wen Xian slightly hooked his lips: "Misunderstood that His Majesty liked me, so I found a substitute."
Fu Yue: "..."
Fuck, misstep.
Fu Yue tried to explain something: "You misunderstood, I really didn't mean that."
Wen Xian smiled: "Your Majesty doesn't need to explain, I understand."
Fu Yue: "..."
You know a hammer!
Fu Yue raised her slender white porcelain fingers, pressed her thin lips slightly, straightened her face, and said: "Feng Jun is too worried, I do not favor him, it's just because his beauty is the only one in the harem except Feng Jun. The only other options."
"As for why he is so similar to Feng Jun, I can only say it's a coincidence. It's not surprising that people have similarities."
Wen Xian: "..."
I do not want to hear.
Wen Xian glanced at Fu Yue, and said, "His appearance is not as good as mine."
Although Fu Yue was puzzled as to why Wen Xian said such a sentence suddenly, she still nodded and said, "Yes, Feng Jun is unparalleled in the world for her beauty."
Wen Xian said very naturally: "Then why should His Majesty settle for second best?"
Fu Yue: "?!"
Wen Xian's words ran through her mind.
This... is what she meant, right
The empress took two steps back slightly, and showed a gentle but indifferent smile to Wen Xian, shook her head and said: "A beauty like Feng Jun is indeed rare, but I can't bear it."
"I don't want to die in the hands of the person next to my pillow one day in my sleep."
Wen Xian's face became a little paler.
He had wanted to kill her.
This is something he can't deny.
Fu Yue continued to add fuel to the flames, frantically testing on the verge of "death".
"What's more, I am very satisfied with He Shijun."