Chapter 651 Sitting on the Land and the Beauty (70)

Fu Yue still couldn't figure it out.

When did this person come over?

What do those imperial guards do for food?

And what about the secret guards? Are their lives so comfortable that they can't even find someone sneaking into her bedroom?

…

The flower was torn a bit too hard.

As a result, Her Majesty the Empress spent another morning in court gorgeously.

The courtiers were used to it.

I understand, I understand, they all understand~

If there is one, there are two, and if there are two, there are three... Your Majesty is addicted to spending time in court!

Sure enough, this head cannot be opened.

The ministers packed up and went back to their respective homes, each looking for his own mother, and by the way, he started to talk hypocritically among his colleagues.

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Chaoyang Palace.

flower:"……"

The withered flower: "..."

Go down with a hoe.

The whole flower trembled.

Being tortured in the violent storm, the delicate petals turned redder and redder. The flower tremblingly stretched out its branches to avoid the hoe, but unfortunately it encountered this cold touch.

Suddenly I was beyond love.

The flower lay flat.

"..."

By the time Fu Yue woke up again, she had already been changed and her body felt light and refreshing, except that her body was not very comfortable, especially her sore and weak waist.

Open your narrow eyes.

What is visible to the eye is Wen Xian's angular profile. The sunlight shines in in small pieces, as if it has given him a golden halo, making him as holy as an immortal.

Fu Yue: "..."

Bullshit bastard.

She has never seen such a secularized immortal!

Saw her awake.

Wen Xian put down the book he was holding, turned his head and smiled at her, his voice gentle, giving people the illusion that the years are peaceful.

"Lan'er is awake?"

With that said, he came over and stretched out his hand to help Fu Yue up.

Fu Yue quickly shrank back, avoiding the pair of fair and slender hands. Unfortunately, they were involved somewhere, and she furrowed her narrow and delicate eyebrows in pain.

grass.

This damn dog man!

Wen Xian's hand froze in mid-air.

He didn't feel embarrassed at all. Shi Shiran took his hands back and put them in his sleeves. "It's getting late. It's time for Your Majesty to get up and have a meal. I'll help His Majesty change his clothes."

Fu Yue refused.

She put her hand on her forehead and said, "I want to be quiet, please go away!"

Wen Xian was silent for two seconds.

Youyou said: "Who is Jingjing?"

Fu Yue stared at Wen Xian with a murderous look.

Wen Xian's indifferent eyes paused for a moment, then he turned his head naturally and said, "I'll go get some clothes for Your Majesty."

Then, walked away.

Fu Yue: "..."

She turned over.

He buried his head in the soft quilt.

In my mind, I recall frames of scenes that made people blush and heartbeat...

Fu Yue shook his head and shook away the waste in his head, then frowned fiercely, and his narrow peach blossom eyes instantly became dangerous.

Wen Xing.

Contempt your Majesty.

Sin cannot be forgiven!

When Wen Xian came back with the clothes in his hand, he saw his Majesty staring at him with evil eyes. The beauty smiled slightly and approached her without fear of death.

"Why is Your Majesty looking at me like this?"

Fu Yue held her airs and gave him a noble and cold look, "Wen Xian, you must know that your behavior yesterday was a crime."

Wen Xian blinked his eyes, and a look of regret flashed across his eyes. He opened and closed his lips and murmured: "Is it wrong..."

Sudden.

The beauty curled her lips thoughtfully and said: "The taste of having sex is so wonderful, it really makes me want to stop -"