"angry?"
He shook his head, "How could I be angry with you because of this, I dreamed that this would be an oolong, and now the dream has come true... It's great."
Wen Xian thoughtfully said: "I don't know if it's my illusion, but I found that your attitude towards me seems to be less resistant than before."
Fu Yue: "..."
Not your illusion.
it is true.
Ever since knowing that he is Tiandao, Fu Yue's attitude towards Wen Xian has become a little weird. From time to time, she would stare at Wen Xian's face in a daze, as if looking at someone through him.
Actually, Fu Yue was curious.
What kind of god is Tiandao, and how could she have anything to do with him.
In addition, they are not from the small world, Fu Yue may have a tearful mentality of fellow villagers meeting fellow villagers, and has an inexplicable sense of closeness to Wen Xian.
Suddenly thought of something, Fu Yue asked casually: "Where did you get those people in my harem?"
Seeing that Wen Xian's complexion began to sink again, Fu Yue immediately gave him a reassurance, and almost swore to the sky, "I'm just curious, there is no other meaning."
The corners of Wen Xian's thin lips hooked up.
"I let them go back to where they came from."
Fu Yue nodded.
This is also a good way.
These are also young people in the Mood for Love. It would be a pity to die in the palace forever. Originally, Fu Yue was also thinking about finding a time to release these people, but she was usurped before she had time to act.
Fu Yue: Hehe.
→_→
Wen Xian continued to say quietly: "Except for An Zixuan."
Fu Yue: "?"
Wen Xian: "I ordered him to be executed."
His tone was light and light, as if he was saying that he had crushed an ant to death.
Fu Yue was taken aback for a moment, then gradually frowned, her lips curled into an unknown arc, and the corners of her mouth were slightly depressed, obviously showing displeasure.
Wen Xian's heart sank.
"What? Are you reluctant to let him die?"
Fu Yue shook her head, she glanced at Wen Xian inexplicably, and said, "I don't want him, I just regret that he died so easily."
Wen Xian stretched his brows.
Youyou said: "Don't worry, his death will not be easy at all."
Fu Yue looked at the strange curvature of the beauty's mouth, felt a chill down her back inexplicably, and asked, "What do you mean?"
Wen Xian gently pinched her face.
"Don't ask, you are not suitable to know this kind of thing."
Fu Yue: "..."
This person seems to regard her as a little white flower in a greenhouse.
Fu Yue hesitated for a moment, but swallowed the words.
Just die.
Anyway, this person is not a good thing.
…
this evening.
Wen Xian wanted to live in Chaoyang Palace, but Fu Yue naturally disagreed.
What a joke.
Do you throw yourself into the wolf's den
Thus, such a strange scene appeared at the entrance of the sleeping hall of Chaoyang Palace.
Wen Xian: "I won't move you."
Fu Yue: "Hehe."
Wen Xian: "I'm serious."
Fu Yue: "Get lost."
During these days, the way Fu Yue and Wen Xian get along is very strange, they seem to be the same as before, but there seems to be an inexplicable ambiguity.
Like the ambiguity on the eve of love.
It is most charming when you are in love but not in love.
Wen Xian still failed to stay in Chaoyang Palace in the end, he walked away step by step, with obvious sadness flickering in his exquisite jet-black pupils.