There was a dead silence in Weiyang Palace.
The attendant couldn't help raising his head to look at Wen Xian. After seeing his appearance clearly at this time, his body shook violently, and then immediately lowered his head.
The beauty in snow was expressionless.
Veins popped up on his long, fair fingers, and the teacup he held in his hand was broken, with traces of blood mixed in it.
The attendant tremblingly began to persuade: "Feng Jun, this Majesty is a woman after all, and there are three thousand beauties in the harem. It is only natural to summon the Empress. Don't take it too seriously..."
"go out."
A cold voice sounded, quenching the coldness like ice and snow.
The attendant slipped away with a sigh of relief.
Wen Xian sat on the spot for a long time, motionless, his whole body seemed to be frozen into an ice sculpture, and he murmured: "What should be done?"
"No, Ji Lan, I'm willing to fight with you, but that doesn't mean there can be a third person between us."
He shook the pieces of the teacup in his hand, took a handkerchief and wiped it casually, and just pressed it on the wound, as if he didn't feel the slightest pain, without frowning.
…
Yaohua Palace.
An Zixuan had already bathed, scented and washed, and was lying on the bed, wearing a gauze as thin as a cicada's wings, and posing in a charming pose.
Fu Yue, who just came here hungry to prepare dinner, was lured to An Zixuan's bedroom by the attendants in a daze.
Then I saw the hot-eyed scene in front of me.
"..."
The corners of Fu Yue's lips twitched, she turned sideways, raised her hand against her lips, coughed lightly, and said, "I haven't had dinner yet, An Shijun put on your clothes first... Don't catch a cold."
finished.
Fu Yue turned around and left, as if there was a ghost chasing her behind her. She walked very fast, and almost failed to maintain her cool and noble image.
An Zixuan who was thrown on the bed: "..."
With a resentful face, weeping.
Although he was full of resentment, An Zixuan put on his clothes obediently and went out to have dinner with Fu Yue, and did not act like a demon anymore.
Fu Yue's meal was tasteless.
There is no other reason.
It was just because there was a man sitting across from him who kept making gestures and winking at her and thought he was very attractive.
The empress paused while holding the chopsticks, her fair forehead twitched, and a forced smile appeared on her beautiful face.
Fu Yue: "..."
She endured.
An Zixuan continued to wink at her.
Fu Yue: "..."
It's fine if this person looks like Chang Wenxian, she is still reluctant to accept this, after all, a beauty cannot be let down.
But this An Zixuan looks really plain.
How dull is it
…wouldn’t get up if she was a man.
_?☆
After eating.
Fu Yue took a handkerchief and wiped the corners of her lips gracefully, drooping her curled eyelashes, and said, "Is Zixuan going to report something to me today?"
By her such a reminder.
An Zixuan instantly remembered his main purpose for today. Just as he was about to speak, he looked at several attendants around him, cleared his throat, and said with airs: "You guys go down first, my palace and His Majesty have something important to do. talk over."
The attendant withdrew as promised.
An Zixuan hurriedly took out the pile of letters from a hidden compartment, and presented them to Fu Yue respectfully.
Fu Yue raised her eyebrows.
He raised his long white fingers to pinch these letters, and flipped through them, looking at ten lines at a glance.
She flips through quickly.
The more Fu Yue watched, the more amazed she became, until after reading it, her expression became slightly complicated.