Chapter 1375: The wife wants to be widowed every day (60)

Yan Jun rubbed his temples with a headache, his eyes closed, his eyelashes trembled like a butterfly with wings spreading out, his pale face added a fragile beauty to him.
He smiled bitterly.
How can it be?
...How could she be alive, how could she be.
Yan Jun coughed suddenly. He coughed fiercely. His pale fingertips pressed against his thin lips, and a trace of blood was winding on his beautiful fingertips. He carelessly wiped off the blood stains on his lips, as if he hadn't put it at all. In mind.
Obviously he is less than thirty years old, and his long hair has several strands of silver.

What is the luckiest thing in the world?
It's nothing more than reuniting after a long time, and regaining the lost.
During the meeting between the two countries, the envoy sent by Nan Chu to Beiliang was the famous regent princess Chu Yunluo.
Fu Yue hadn't seen Yan Jun for several years.
She never expected that Yan Jun would change so much.
The handsome young man, just like the stunning beauty of the past, years did not add a mark to his face, but his hair like splashing ink was dyed with silver threads.
When Fu Yue looked at him, Yan Jun's eyes fell on the Zhaoyang Princess.
However, with just a glance, I can't remove it anymore.
Fu Yue seemed to have not noticed this person's scorching eyes. She stood up, walked towards the emperor of Beiliang who was in the high position, bent over to salute, and then raised the wine glass in her hand, "Zhaoyang see Emperor Yan, long heard Da Ming, it’s better to see."
The phoenix eyes under the woman's mask are extremely beautiful, long and sharp, almost exactly the same as those in Yan Jun's memory.
Yan Jun always stared straight at her.
It seemed to be immersed in my own thoughts for a while.
Until the beside him reminded Yan Jun cautiously, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty?"
Yan Jun suddenly recovered, reluctantly retracted his eyes, suppressed the emotions deep in his eyes, and said: "The princess is very present."
As he said, he also raised his slender fingers, held the white jade cup on the table, and drank Fu Yuejing's wine with great respect.
...
The visit to Beiliang this time was obviously a meeting between the two countries, but in fact it was just a banquet related to marriage.
Yan Jun stared at Fu Yue the whole time.
Fu Yue could be regarded as seeing what Ru Mang felt like on his back.
"..."
See Yan Jun again.
It's night time.
Fu Yue opened the door of the post station and saw a familiar slender figure standing straight in front of the window.
Hearing the movement of the door being pushed open, the man also happened to turn his head.
A pair of eyes black as Moyu looked at her--
Fu Yue raised her eyebrows: "How come Emperor Yan is here, but this palace is really flattered."
Yan Jun looked at her without speaking, but stared at her with straight eyes.
a long time.
"Yun Ke...long time no see."
Seeing that Yan Jun had directly broken her identity, Fu Yue stepped in, reached out and closed the door by the way, and then stepped forward to Yan Jun.
"Emperor Yan"
Before Fu Yue could say anything, she was shocked by the scene in front of her.
Standing in front of her, the arrogant emperor raised his hand and lifted his robe. He actually bent his knees towards her, and then reached out to hold a corner of her clothes.
Fu Yue's pupils shrank.
Did Yan Jun kneel down toward her?
"...What are you doing."
Fu Yue frowned and wanted to leave, and Yan Jun hugged her waist directly from behind.
He said, "Don't go."
The voice was soft, but trembling.