Chapter 605 Sitting on the Land and the Beauty (24)

Fu Yue, who was sitting behind the desk, shook her hands and dropped the memorial she was holding. The word "draft" went around in her mind for a long time before she finally figured out what was going on.

She just wore it that day.

These ministers are forcing Lai Lai to talk about how they want her to be drafted and help the royal family...

Fu Yue had long forgotten about this matter.

Now the Minister of Rites suddenly mentioned this matter again. As an empress who was wise, powerful, elegant, and stunningly talented, it was certainly impossible for Fu Yue to refuse such a major event involving the royal family and the country. ~

The empress waved her slender hand.

The bright imperial edict was written in elegant and bold handwriting, showing the strength of the paper backing, and then stamped with a bright red jade seal, and a lazy voice sounded.

"Absolutely."

The Minister of Etiquette was very resolute in his work, and he immediately helped Fu Yue arrange the draft process clearly.

Previously, Ji Lan was so stubborn that she refused to be drafted for the sake of An Zixuan, a inferior man. She even had the idea of ​​abolishing the harem, which made a pedantic veteran like the Minister of Rites sigh with regret.

Tell me what's so good about that person surnamed An. With that face, he inherited the ordinary appearance of his prime minister's wife. He's so dull that he's not even as good as her new servant. I don't know how your majesty can do that. of? !

Fortunately, His Majesty is back to normal now! !

The Minister of Rites burst into tears with excitement, and Feng Feng Huohuo was ready to choose a few more charming and delicious men for His Majesty, who is wise, powerful, and magnificent...

Wash your eyes well!

As for An Zixuan, who was left by Fu Yue to Wen Xian's side, he stood there blankly like a wooden chicken, staring in the direction where Fu Yue had left.

Suddenly, An Zixuan turned his head again, stared at Wen Xian fiercely, and said, "His Majesty, did he sleep with you last night?"

Now that he and Wen Xian were the only two people left in the hall, An Zixuan had no worries about speaking, and he was not afraid of the nominal Feng Jun.

The beauty as cold as the moon glanced at him lightly.

He said: "I really can't figure out how your Majesty could have fallen in love with you before."

The tone was a bit mocking and a bit baffling.

An Zixuan: "???"

This hypocritical man is still a two-faced man!

Before, she didn't dare to say a word in front of His Majesty, pretending to be virtuous and virtuous. Now that Ji Lan has walked away and her true colors are immediately revealed, does she still have the guts to ridicule him? ? ?

Wen Xianshi stood up. He was very tall, almost a head taller than An Zixuan, the white-knuckled chicken. He looked down at him condescendingly and continued to stab his heart.

"You have an ordinary appearance. You are not worthy of being ranked in this harem full of flowers. Your temperament is far from gentle and graceful. You despise your Majesty and are arrogant because of your favor... You have no appearance, no talent and no virtue. What is your Majesty? What do you like about you?"

Wen Xian seemed to be really confused, looking at An Zixuan with his cold and beautiful eyes, with a hint of melancholy in his eyebrows.

He murmured to himself: "Could it be..." What you can't get is the best. Human nature is base. Sure enough, even the emperor is no exception...

After thinking about this, Wen Xian looked at An Zixuan with a somewhat normal look, but there was still a look of disgust that could not be concealed.

Having the same wife in name only with such a person...

This is simply an insult to him.

Wen Damei said that she was a little heartbroken and would not get better in a short time.