Chapter 1347: The wife wants to be a widow every day (32)

Fu Yue looked at Yan Jun with complicated eyes, her lips opened, as if she wanted to say something, but she held back, and finally dropped her thick eyelashes and chose not to say a word.
No explanation.
Yan Jun walked slowly, and when he was three feet away from Fu Yue, he stopped.
Asked in a very soft voice.
"Don't explain? Yun Ke."
The man's voice was still gentle, but Fu Yue could hear the trembling hidden under the calm.
He was scared.
Also, begging.
"As long as you explain, I believe whatever it is, Yun Ke, tell me this is just a misunderstanding."
"As long as you explain."
Yan Jun repeated it again, the pleading meaning of these words was already very heavy.
The white bamboo beside him can't wait to get under the ground.
She is just a little maid.
Will your Majesty kill her(;'?????`)
Bai Zhu tremblingly raised his head and took a look at Yan Jun. Then, she saw that the emperor of their Northern Liang high above, for the first time in front of others, his eyes were red.
Your Majesty, are you crying?
"..."
Yan Jun grasped Fu Yue's shoulder, his fingers gradually tightened, the joints were white, and the star-like beautiful eyes flashed stubbornly and somewhat wronged.
"You all go down."
His voice rang again.
The court ladies and eunuchs were pardoned, and all of them fled and left the hall. Before Bai Zhu quit, he looked at Fu Yue and Yan Jun with some worry.
She has a hunch.
The contradiction between your majesty and empress this time is estimated to be very big...
Forget it, this is not something she can do as a little palace lady.
There were only two people left in the hall.
The newly married couple are facing each other in pairs.
The atmosphere gradually became serious.
Fu Yue knew that this was a good time.
Yan Jun misunderstood her.
Perhaps, she can use this to propose... and leave.
Thinking of this, Fu Yue took the initiative to speak: "Your Majesty wants to hear my explanation?"
She walked to the table and took the initiative to pour a cup of tea for Yan Jun, then looked back at the young emperor not far away, and smiled.
"Your Majesty, come here."
"I will explain to you one by one."
Yan Jun had an inexplicable urge to escape, but he still resisted it, his Adam's apple rolled a little, and he walked slowly over, then lifted the black dragon robe and sat down on the chair.
His black eyes stared directly at Fu Yue, waiting for her answer.
Fu Yue looked back calmly.
Word by word: "In my heart, you are the emperor of Beiliang and my husband."
"But it's just that."
Yan Jun's pupils shrank, his voice was a little dumb: "...what do you mean?"
Fu Yue looked away.
"Yan Jun, I have never regarded you as my lover."
"In other words, I don't love you at all."
Almost ruthless.
The tea cup in Yan Jun's hand was almost crushed by him, but it was only a moment, and he quickly returned to his usual appearance.
He stared at Fu Yue's eyes and slowly said these two words: "It's okay."
"I can wait for you to fall in love with me for a lifetime. I'll wait."
Fu Yue laughed suddenly.
"But, what if I don't want to wait?"
Yan Jun's lips pressed tightly in an instant.
"It was not my intention to marry you at the time. After Nan Chu was defeated, I was helpless and pro-Beiliang. We made a mistake at the beginning."
"Now you have ascended the throne, and the poison on your body has been resolved."
"Yan Jun, you don't need me anymore."