Fu Yue still couldn't figure it out.
When did this person run over
What do those imperial guards eat
And the hidden guards, don't they live so comfortably that they can't even find someone sneaking into her bedroom
…
The flowers were torn a bit hard.
Thus, Her Majesty the Empress skipped another morning in a magnificent manner.
The courtiers were used to it.
Understand, understand, they all understand~
If there is one, there will be two, and if there is two, there will be three... Your Majesty is already addicted!
Sure enough, this head cannot be opened.
All the ministers packed up and went back to their respective houses, each went to find his own mother, and by the way, babbled a few words hypocritically among his colleagues.
Chaoyang Palace.
flower:"… "
The wilted flower: "..."
A hoe goes down.
The whole flower trembled.
Enduring the devastation in the storm, the delicate and teary petals turned redder, and the flower tremblingly stretched out its branches to avoid the hoe, but it was a pity that it touched the cold touch.
Immediately there is nothing to love.
The flowers lie flat.
"..."
When Fu Yue woke up again, she had already changed her clothes, and her body was lightly refreshed, except that her body was not very comfortable, especially her sore and limp waist.
Open the long and narrow eyes.
What you can see is Wen Xian's sharp-edged profile, and the sunlight shone in finely, as if coating him with a golden halo, holy like an exile.
Fu Yue: "..."
Shit of banishment.
She had never seen such a banished fairy who was so tainted with the world!
See her awake.
Wen Xian put down the book in his hand, turned his head and smiled at her, his voice was gentle, giving people the illusion of quiet time.
"Is Lan'er awake?"
As he said that, he came over and stretched out his hand to help Fu Yue get up.
Fu Yue shrank back quickly with quick eyes and hands, avoiding the pair of white and slender hands, but it was a pity that she was involved somewhere, and she frowned in pain, her narrow and delicate eyebrows.
Hold.
This damn dog man!
Wen Xian's hands froze in mid-air.
He didn't feel embarrassed at all, Shi Shiran took his hands back and put them in his sleeves, "It's getting late, it's time for Your Majesty to get up and eat, I'll help His Majesty change."
Fu Yue refused.
She put her hand on her forehead, "I want to be quiet, you go away!"
Wen Xian was silent for two seconds.
Youyou said, "Who is Jingjing?"
Fu Yue stared at Wen Xian with murderous eyes.
Wen Xian's indifferent eyes paused for a moment, he turned his head naturally, and said, "I'll help His Majesty get a piece of clothing."
Then, go away.
Fu Yue: "..."
She turned around.
Buried his head in the soft quilt.
In my mind, I recalled frame after frame that made people blush and heartbeat...
Fu Yue shook her head, shook the waste out of her head, then frowned fiercely, and her long and narrow peach blossom eyes instantly became dangerous.
Wen Xian.
Despise the king.
No sin is forgiven!
When Wen Xian came back with the clothes in his hand, he saw his majesty staring at him unkindly, the beauty smiled slightly, and approached her fearlessly.
"Why is Your Majesty looking at me like this?"
Putting on airs, Fu Yue cast a noble and cold glance at him, "Wen Xian, you know, what you did yesterday was a crime."
Wen Xian blinked his eyes, a look of regret flashed across his eyes, he opened and closed his lips, and murmured: "Is it wrong..."
Sudden.
The beauty hooked her lips thoughtfully, and said: "The taste of this offense is wonderful, but it really makes me want to stop—"