"Does Lan'er want to kill me?"
Wen Xian murmured.
The morning sunlight came in through the window and shone on Wen Xian's face, which seemed to cast a layer of golden light on him. He narrowed his eyes slightly, still staring at Fu Yue stubbornly.
Fu Yue tugged at the corners of her lips, "I wish I could cut you."
The other party was silent.
The beauty's beautiful eyes dimmed for a moment, and finally said quietly: "I can't die, after I die, you will go to those wild men."
Fu Yue: "..."
What the hell is this guy doing
Wen Xian stretched out his hand to hold her hand, then threw away the dagger in her hand, coaxing softly: "Daggers are dangerous, it's better for Lan'er to avoid such things."
Fu Yue glanced at him coldly.
The reason why she stopped was because of how many eyeliners had been planted by this person inside and outside Chaoyang Palace.
If she killed Wen Xian.
Believe it or not, she will be shot into a sieve by arrows when she goes out.
"..."
It's so frustrating.
There is no one else to be an empress to her level.
Just when Fu Yue was thinking about it, Wen Xian turned over and pressed her under her body, her slender, white fingers rested on her side, her long black hair hung down, lustrous and smooth like satin .
…
really.
Early morning is not a very good time.
The flowers were torn too hard.
Fu Yue suddenly felt sick, she turned her head to avoid Wen Xian's kiss, and after pushing him away, she leaned over the bed and retched, but couldn't spit out anything.
Wen Xianjuemei's face suddenly went black.
The slender fingers clenched slowly, the knuckles creaked, and the thin lips were drawn into a straight line. He stared straight at Fu Yue, with an imperceptible grievance flashing in his eyes.
how
Think he's disgusting
Fu Yue, who didn't know what messed up Wen Damei's mind was thinking, succeeded in taking another blame.
Fu Yue only felt dizzy for a while.
Fuck, what's wrong with her
Feeling that something was wrong with Fu Yue, her face was unbelievably pale, and the corners of her forehead were covered with cold sweat, she curled up into a ball, trembling, looking pitiful.
Wen Xian's face changed suddenly.
He hastily stretched out his hand to wrap her shoulders, raised his voice and said as if to the outside: "Tell the imperial physician."
…
After a period of chaos.
Fu Yue was lying on the bed, her face was pale, her eyes were closed, the light blue color under her eyes symbolized her haggardness, her whole body was like a delicate glass doll, the kind that would shatter when touched.
The imperial physician was feeling her pulse tremblingly.
Why is it trembling, because someone behind her is looking at her with a murderous gaze.
This pulse.
The imperial doctor frowned, as if he couldn't believe it.
Wen Xian's heart also lifted, and he asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong?"
After confirming what the pulse was, the imperial physician's face was filled with joy, and he saluted Fu Yue and Wen Xian, saying: "Congratulations, great congratulations, Your Majesty is delighted!"
Fu Yue, who was clutching her belly: "???!!!"
Wen Xian: "????"
The atmosphere fell into a strange silence, and even the joy on the imperial doctor's face couldn't be maintained anymore, and some conjectures gradually emerged in his mind.
Your Majesty and Feng Jun, what do you mean by this
Fu Yue reacted first, she flicked her sleeves, slapped the bed, and said: "Absurd, how is this possible!"
Her tone was unusually excited.
As for Wen Xian, he has been petrified and turned into a complete sculpture.