Wen Xian didn't care how she yelled and scolded, he always had that neither salty nor indifferent look. He stood in front of the dragon chair, looking down at all the officials, his narrow and beautiful eyes were gloomy.
Someone knelt down, saluted Wen Xian very excitedly, knelt down fiercely, and said: "I implore the lord to ascend the throne, restore my Wen family's century-old glory, and kill Ji's little thief!!"
"I'll wait for the second!"
All the ministers and subordinates of Wen Xian's gang clamored for Wen Xian to be promoted to the ninth five position, and then executed Fu Yue.
Wen Xian was always indifferent until someone mentioned Fu Yue.
The man's pale and beautiful eyebrows were slightly raised, and his thin red lips opened and closed, and he uttered two words.
"presumptuous."
"Who allowed you to be so presumptuous? Your Majesty is just unwell, so I will take care of the government temporarily. I don't want you to think of replacing it... Damn it!"
Wen Xian's men: ""
Lord, what the hell are you talking about
We have planned and planned for so many years, isn't it just for this throne
You wake up! !
Those staunch loyal ministers: "?"
Slowly put out a question mark.
What is Wen's traitorous minister talking about? Could it be that this is a tactic to delay the attack? Just to let them relax their vigilance
Not right.
So why did he go to such trouble
As for the remaining ministers: "..."
Trembling, they were just a group of people eating melons.
Wen Xian stood there, glanced at Master Shi coldly, and continued to say in a calm manner: "You don't have to worry, I am not interested in your Ji family's country, and I will not betray Ji Lan. The owner of this mountain and river has always been It can only be her."
After speaking, the man in black walked away.
The corner of the ink-like clothes is pitch black, just like its owner, which makes people feel frightened.
Wen Xian's men: "???"
"What's wrong, my lord? Did he take the wrong medicine?"
"Does the Lord have any big plans?"
"I don't know either… "
Their words were interrupted by a hoarse voice.
"Don't even talk about it, my lord is obsessed with ghosts. He was fascinated by that woman, and his eyes and hearts are all about that woman, Ji Lan. How can he remember our great cause!"
The person who spoke was wearing a black cloak, which completely covered his face. His figure was hunched, and he gradually overlapped with the figure of the person in the dungeon at that time.
"Teacher, what should we do then?"
"My lord, what should we do?"
"..."
The face of the so-called teacher became more and more gloomy, his forehead twitched, and he said angrily, "How do I know!"
The Lord is a love brain.
There is a master who loves beauty but not country.
what can he do
Wen Xian turned back and went to Chaoyang Palace. Seeing Fu Yue staying inside obediently, he felt relieved a little, and a gentle smile appeared on his fair and beautiful face.
He walked over slowly.
Raising his hand to hold Fu Yue's thin shoulders, he held her in his arms, rubbed her tall nose against her side face, and muttered coquettishly: "Did Lan'er miss me?"
Fu Yue hummed obediently.
A pleasant smile flashed across Wen Xian's face, but as if thinking of something, his face sank again.
The devil stretched out his sinful hand towards the girl.
Temptation: "Lan'er, let's do something interesting, shall we?"