Wen Xian was taken aback.
His eyes stared blankly at the empress in front of him, and question marks involuntarily appeared in his mind.
very satisfied
What are you satisfied with him
Appearance, temperament, or... what
Wen Xian has always known that her temperament is not pleasing, not gentle, not understanding, dull and boring.
Except this face.
Nothing.
Thinking of this, the man's snow-like eyes dimmed a bit, and a faint self-loathing emerged in his heart.
The man said to himself: "Your Majesty is very satisfied with him? What are you satisfied with him?"
Fu Yue didn't feel the low pressure on Wen Xian's body at all, or she felt it but didn't take it seriously, she nodded and continued: "He Shijun is good everywhere, no matter his appearance or temperament, he is impeccable. How can I be dissatisfied with him?"
Wen Xian said quietly: "I heard that His Majesty summoned him for seven days in a row?"
Fu Yue: "?"
Say hello slowly.
Seven days, what seven days
Wen Xian continued to say quietly: "Seven days, can your majesty's body bear it..."
Fu Yue: "!!"
The girl understands in seconds.
This man actually drove with her? !
The empress raised her hand to cover her red lips, coughed lightly and said, "Of course, I'm in my prime, why can't I bear to talk about it?"
Wen Xian sneered, and said quietly: "It seems that He Shijun can't do it."
Fu Yue: "..."
Why.
Why do you get to the topic of color while chatting
Fu Yue lowered her face, raised her long and narrow peach eyes and glanced at Wen Xian coldly, "That's He Shijun who knows how to control himself. He thinks about me everywhere, so why is he willing to torment me?"
The Empress felt a little resentment at these words.
After all, she had been brooding over the matter of "seasickness" for a long time.
What a shame.
Hearing the meaning of the accusation in Fu Yue's words, Wen Xian was taken aback for a moment, and the two scenes flashed in his mind instantly.
Delicate flowers.
within reach.
was trampled by him.
Wen Xian's face blushed strangely, but when he thought that this flower had been peeped by others, and even contaminated.
He couldn't help wanting to kill that person again.
With a sullen face, Wen Xian approached Fu Yue step by step, until he could touch her with his outstretched hand, then he barely stopped and said, "Your Majesty, today is fifteen."
Fu Yue: "?"
aha
After thinking about it in her mind, she remembered that there is such a thing as love Gu. Last time in the first day of junior high school, she was drugged that day, and then she was with him naturally.
So much so that Fu Yue forgot about this.
"..."
A slender, cold hand grasped her shoulder.
Wen Xian's tone was somewhat seductive: "Your Majesty doesn't want to be so uncomfortable, does he?"
Fu Yue took a step back, dodging Wen Xian's hand, then stretched out his hand and patted his sleeve indifferently, and said, "No need, I can bear the pain. Compared with the possibility of dying in the next day or in the middle of the night In your hands, I would rather resist the past."
Fu Yue bypassed Wen Xian's body and walked out.
But he didn't expect to be hugged by him.
The man's cold thin lips covered her lips, and he dropped a shallow kiss.
"sorry Sorry… "
He muttered to himself in a low voice.
"I really wanted to kill you before. The idea I was instilled in since I was a child was to overthrow the dynasty of your Ji family and take back this throne."
"But it's true that I'm in love with you now."
"Even if it runs counter to my years of belief."