Chapter 598 Sitting on the Throne and the Beauty (17)

"Your Majesty is really working too hard on weekdays. In order to continue the glory of our great Qi Dynasty, under your majesty's wise leadership, our great Qi is rich in resources and people, creating an unprecedented peaceful and prosperous age... We are really ashamed and can't Share your Majesty’s worries.”

"Your Majesty is still young and can take up the burden of my work. I really admire you. Now that you are feeling unwell, please take care of your body..."

The ministers' rainbow farts were so loud that the little eunuch who came to deliver the order couldn't help but feel ashamed. Looking at these wolf-like ministers, an awkward yet polite smile appeared on his face.

Got busy.

As for Fu Yue on the other side.

She hasn't woken up yet.

Wen Xian had put on his clothes early, sat by the window and looked at the scenery in the distance. He had returned to his cold and immortal demeanor, without any shadow of the intense love last night.

He didn't know what he was thinking.

Just in a daze.

Wen Xian's eyes were very deep, staring quietly at a certain place in the air. Maybe his eyes were a little hazy, and the ends of his eyes were shaped like peach blossoms. Looking at him like this, he looked a bit affectionate.

He seemed to be struggling with something.

The darkness rolling in his eyes was suppressed tightly by him.

The corners of his lips that had just been raised dropped again.

Wen Xian lowered his eyes and looked at his palm. He didn't know when a hosta in his palm had been crushed to pieces, and blood gradually oozed from his palm.

The young man laughed at himself.

What's there to be confused about?

His mission was destined from birth...

The Empress’ stay at Weiyang Palace.

The news spread throughout the harem overnight.

Everyone was shocked, knowing that even if His Majesty favored anyone, even Lord An Gui... No, the current Lord An, His Majesty had never stayed in his bedroom!

what does that mean--

Of course, this Feng Jun, who has little presence in the harem, has won His Majesty's favor!

When An Zixuan, who lived in Yaohua Palace, heard about this, he was so shocked that he immediately broke the tea cup in his hand. He asked his attendant several times, "How is it possible? Are you sure that His Majesty stayed at Weiyang Palace last night?" ?”

The attendant lowered his head and nodded.

An Zixuan murmured in disbelief: "Impossible, this is impossible. Ji Lan clearly told me that she would not touch a finger of the men in this harem..."

An Zixuan shook his head, a look of resentment gradually appeared in his eyes, "Sure enough, why did I believe what this woman Ji Lan said..." She was indeed not as good as Ali.

Just when the word Ji Lan came out of An Zixuan's mouth, the attendant standing next to him looked a little darker.

Secretly made a note to An Zixuan in his heart.

Calling His Majesty by his first name is disrespectful.

An Zixuan was so angry that he couldn't eat. He rubbed his sore knees again, and the resentment in his eyes became a little darker. He stood up without taking a few bites of food.

"I'm going to find your Majesty."

The attendant who was deserting: "???"

After realizing what An Zixuan was talking about, the attendant's face became a little confused, and he hesitated to persuade: "Master, Your Majesty is still staying in Weiyang Palace. It is not appropriate for you to go to His Majesty at this time. Bar?"

The attendant almost blurted out the words "no eyes".

An Zixuan didn't care at all. He ordered arrogantly: "Your Majesty is just angry with me for the time being. As long as I go and give in to Your Majesty, she will forgive me immediately. What do you, a slave, know? Who is that Wen Xian?" thing……"

Attendant: "..."

hehe.

The cannon fodder is going to die. . .

Good night