heard the words.
The corners of Fu Yue's lips twitched strangely.
Sassy, too sassy.
Why didn't she find this man so flirtatious before
"You presumptuous—"
It took a long time for Fu Yue to hold back these three words.
Wen Xian carelessly pursed his lips, stretched out his hand to put down the clothes he held in his hand, lowered his eyelashes, and said: "I have done a lot of presumptuous things, Your Majesty, stop pretending, you are not scary at all with your stern look. "
"On the contrary, it makes me want to commit more crimes."
When her thin lips uttered these words, Wen Xian slightly bent her eyes.
His expression was slightly innocent.
Fu Yue: "???!!!"
What the fuck are you talking about
Isn't this the world of queens
Why is there such a skinless, shameless man
Fu Yue once doubted life.
Did she come to a fake female queen world
If the world deceives me—
I still have to face all the storms with a strong face and a smile.
Oh~
The noble and glamorous Empress snorted coldly, and threatened darkly: "Aren't you afraid that I will punish you?"
Wen Xian replied calmly: "For what crime?"
Fu Yue: "..."
Yes, on what charge
Could it be that I was shamed by my little wife who couldn't get out of bed so I became angry from embarrassment
Her Majesty's face turned green.
This is absolutely impossible!
She glanced at Wen Xian gloomily, then picked up the clothes he had just placed beside the bed, and directly changed into them without shy away from anything.
Wen Damei, who was caught off guard and forced to accept a wave of visual benefits: "!!"
The tips of her white ears turned slightly red.
The long and slender jade fingers curled up slightly, and then slowly clenched, as if suppressing something.
After Fu Yue changed her clothes and got out of bed, she walked past Wen Xian without looking sideways, without giving him a look, and her walking posture was a little unnatural.
"Where is your Majesty going?"
Wen Xian's voice is gentle, low and magnetic, like a touch of unmelted snow on the branches in early spring, lingering in Fu Yue's ears.
"I'm going to see He Shijun...'s cat."
Under Wen Xian's murderous gaze, Fu Yue changed the subject and his tone gradually weakened.
Wen Xian's calm face eased a little, and he walked forward naturally, stretched out his hand to wrap around Fu Yue's slender waist, and said: "What's so good about his cat? If your majesty likes cats, I have one too." one."
"Let's go and see it."
Fu Yue was forcibly taken away by Wen Xian holding her waist.
"..."
presumptuous!
You are my little sweet husband, do you know that
What are you doing now
I want to revitalize my wife!
Her Majesty, who was full of resentment, was reluctantly dragged away.
…
As for He Luo in Guanju Palace on the other side.
He was just sitting in front of the window, wearing only a thin piece of clothing, his face was a bit haggard, his eyes were looking outside, his face was sad, and he was about to become a looking stone.
The attendant took a coat and put it on He Luo, and persuaded softly: "The master has been waiting for His Majesty all night, and he has not closed his eyes all night, how can he bear it? You should go and rest for a while, if Your Majesty knows She will feel bad..."
He Luo smiled wryly twice.
Distressed
Everyone in the harem said that he had been favored as soon as he entered the palace, but who knew what the emperor's favor looked like in the eyes of outsiders.
He Luo shook his head at the attendant, then raised his slender arm and turned it around, revealing a little bit of brightly colored Shougong sand on it.