Just when the attendant thought he was going to die, Wen Xian spoke slowly, and said two words with thin lips: "Get down."
The attendant withdrew as if pardoned.
It wasn't until he left the main hall of Chaoyang Palace that the attendant heaved a sigh of relief. He raised his sleeve and wiped the dense cold sweat on his forehead, and let out a foul breath.
Feng Jun is really scary.
Thinking of the woman who has always been aloof and now reduced to this state, the attendant felt a little pity for Fu Yue from the bottom of his heart.
Feng Jun's desire to control is too strong.
This kind of love is suffocating.
…
Wen Xian put down the chopsticks in his hand, and the chopsticks collided with the plate and made a moderate sound.
The surrounding palace servants trembled violently.
What happened to Feng Jun
After a long time, a cold and clear voice sounded.
"Let's all go down."
When only Wen Xian and Fu Yue were left in the hall.
A smile appeared on Wen Xian's face.
He lowered his eyelashes, holding a bowl in his hand to put soup in it, and chatting with Fu Yue, "Today's soup is stewed by myself, Lan'er will like it."
Fu Yue hummed obediently.
Wen Xian's eyes were lost for a moment, and his heart seemed lost, he murmured: "If only you were really so good..."
System 677 in space: […]
Tongzi, who was holding God's script, secretly thought it was bad.
Lord Tiandao made a big death on this plane! !
He actually forcibly suppressed the host's consciousness, causing her to fall into a deep sleep. At this time, if the host regains his memory... the picture is so beautiful that Tongzi dared not look at it.
Therefore, System 677 tried to awaken Fu Yue's consciousness.
once.
twice.
…
System 677 gave up.
The big guys play as they please, and they won't accompany them for a little bit!
It doesn't deserve it!
On the throne room.
Wen Xian changed into a black robe, his hair was tied up with a jade crown, his face was extremely pale, and his appearance was so outstanding that people couldn't take their eyes off it.
Midnight is like ink, and the moonlight is windy and frosty.
He is tall, tall and tall, standing in front of the dragon chair, his aura is no longer the usual indifferent and peaceful, but almost sharp and aggressive.
Wen Xian looked at the kneeling officials, and opened his lips and said, "What do you want from me?"
The ministers looked at each other in blank dismay.
They already knew that this man was the prince of the previous dynasty, the only bloodline of the Wen dynasty.
From the beginning, this group of ministers would rather die than submit, and finally they were frightened by Wen Xian's subordinates' threats to their family members. Now they are all like quails, not daring to complain.
Except for a few loyal ministers who were still cursing over there.
"Wen Xian, you are a traitorous official, His Majesty treats you well, but now you are actually committing a crime from the bottom to the top, you are a big treason, you bastard!!"
"My lord Zhang, why bother with this kind of remnants of the previous dynasty? We are loyal to His Majesty and will never submit to you. We would rather die than surrender! Now we will splatter three feet of blood to repay the kindness of the late emperor!"
As he said that, a strong-tempered minister held a jade wat in his hand and slammed straight into the pillar. This posture had a certain death mentality.
"Master Shi!!"
Wen Xian frowned slightly, and he waved his hand in the direction of the minister.
Immediately, a hidden guard went up to save the minister with a wink.
This minister named Master Shi was rescued and fell to the ground hard, she was still glaring at Wen Xian.
"You traitor! Damn it!"