The servant covered his lips for a moment.
There was undisguised surprise in his eyes.
"Master, what is this?"
He Luo nodded at the attendant, affirming his guess, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, his expression was calm, and he said: "Yes, it is what you think, these days, His Majesty has indeed called me every day Sleeper, but... she never touched me."
The attendant's eyes turned red instantly, and he bit his lip to comfort He Luo, "Your Majesty has gone too far, how could she treat you like this?"
This is for a servant.
what a shame...
There was no resentment on He Luo's face, he raised his hand to touch his face, and said in a daze, "Qingzhu, tell me, do I look a lot like Feng Jun?"
The attendant named Qingzhu's eyes trembled, and he subconsciously denied: "Why did the master say that, you are yourself, how can you be like anyone? Stop thinking about it..."
He Luo: "I didn't believe it at first, but His Majesty treated me like this, which really doesn't allow me to think too much."
"The people in the harem say that the only reason why I am favored is because I have a face similar to Fengjun's. After all, I am just a substitute..."
He Luo couldn't help the tears from the corners of his eyes.
Muttering: "I stole all of this, I stole it..."
The pale sunlight shone in and fell on the young man's beautiful side face, so piercing that he could barely open his eyes. The sun was clearly warm, but it shone coldly in his heart, which also seemed to herald his fate for the rest of his life.
The rest of my life was bleak.
Fu Yue was dragged by Wen Xian to Weiyang Palace.
Then it was buckled down.
"..."
Wen Xian brought his cat over, stuffed it into Fu Yue's arms, and said, "Don't Lan'er like cats?"
"Touch it."
Fu Yue: "..."
The corners of her lips twitched, she was shocked by Wen Xian's coquettish manipulation.
The noble and majestic empress is holding the cat in her hand.
Almost froze into a stone sculpture.
Fu Yue tried to reason with Wen Xian, she put the cat in her hand on the ground, patted Ruyu's palm, and said, "Wen Xian, you have to know that I am the emperor, you can't force me to do what I don't. favorite thing!"
Wen Xian seemed to think for a moment.
He hesitated and opened his mouth, "What aspect is His Majesty talking about?"
Fu Yue: "??!!"
She was taken aback for a moment.
After reacting, his face darkened instantly.
What kind of rubbish is in this man's head
Fu Yue stretched out two slender fingers and pinched the center of her brows, "What I mean is... I am the emperor, right?"
Wen Xian nodded, but did not refute.
Fu Yue continued: "Then what I said is the imperial decree?"
Although Wen Xian hesitated for a moment, he continued to nod.
Fu Yue: "Then leave me alone!"
Wen Xian: "No."
Fu Yue: "..."
After the identification, the brainwashing failed.
Fu Yue smiled but said: "Feng Jun, I think you are a bit rebellious."
Wen Xian laughed hypocritically: "Your Majesty, although there are differences between monarchs and ministers, I am also your husband. As a husband, what's the point of giving some advice to my wife?"
Fu Yue: "..."
It seems to make sense.
etc.
The empress suddenly frowned her delicate and long eyebrows, and her tone was slightly unfriendly.
"Didn't I say before that I would be separated from you?"
"Don't change the subject for me!"