Chapter 614 Sitting on the Throne and the Beauty (33)

He didn't want to enter the harem, share a woman with so many men, and live a life of intrigue and unrest, which was unacceptable to him.

Participating in the draft this time was just a decree that could not be violated. Chu Xiange had even thought about how to make himself unsuccessful.

Although his mother repeatedly tried to persuade him, telling him how charming and graceful His Majesty was, she was definitely a beloved person worthy of being entrusted to him for the rest of his life.

Chu Xiange has always been scornful.

However, now, when he saw the rumored Her Majesty the Queen, although her face was mostly covered by the crown, he could not see her clearly, and his heartbeat strangely skipped half a beat.

at this time.

The empress's cool and sharp gaze looked over, through Mianqi, and looked over coldly, their eyes facing each other.

Chu Xiange's breath suddenly suffocated.

He didn't know how to react for a moment. He stared blankly at Fu Yue, his beautiful and clean starry eyes slightly widened.

Fu Yue glanced at Chu Xiange casually without paying much attention. Her first reaction to the young man was——

He looks pretty good and looks a bit familiar.

Gone.

The empress lazily looked away, looking boredly at the beautiful young men in front of her who were performing their talents in order.

I was still very excited at first.

But after going through the same thing over and over again, Fu Yue soon lost interest. She even thought: Forget about this draft, these group of Yingying Yanyans are not interesting, and she has no interest in them at all.

Fu Yue is a big boss with good looks.

To be honest, there were quite a few outstanding young people among this group of beautiful boys, such as the one who was staring at her just now... But it seemed that he was just not interested enough and might as well be Wen Xian.

At least the guy Wen Xian looks really to her liking.

Realize what you are thinking.

Fu Yue hurriedly stopped the strange thoughts in her mind.

Why would she compare Wen Xian with them?

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Just when Fu Yue was thinking about the feasibility of canceling the draft, a sharp eunuch's drake voice came from outside the hall.

"Fengjun has arrived——"

This voice is so magical.

Fu Yue was so frightened that she suddenly woke up. She opened her eyelids and looked at the person standing at the door of the hall.

Not only Fu Yue, but also the beautiful ladies standing in the Wuji Hall all looked at Wen Xian, who had arrived late.

Just one glance.

Everyone's eyes were full of surprise that could not dissipate for a long time.

There are all kinds of sights.

Some are amazing, some are jealous, some are complicated, some are ashamed...

This time Wen Xian did not wear the snow-colored clothes he wore every day, but changed into a dark palace dress. The color was more white, and the man's skin was made a bit cold, but it was even more difficult to take away. Eyes.

There was a bit of evil lingering around him, and the melancholy and pale look between his eyebrows gave him the air of a sickly beauty.

Unparalleled sadness.

Fu Yue was also stunned and stopped playing with the jade ring.

Wen Xian, who has changed her attire... looks good too.

The words suddenly turned around, and Fu Yue smiled at Wen Xian and said, "Fengjun is here, just in time, come and choose for me. There are so many beauties, I am really dazzled. !”

Wen Xian glanced at her coldly, sat down on the phoenix seat slowly, and bowed to Fu Yue out of emotion, and said hum.

He glanced at the warblers and swallows in the hall.

Wen·Xian, the arrogant and poisonous tongue-loving knives, went online again and said sarcastic words: "Your Majesty is so beautiful and blessed."