Chapter 589: Sitting on the country and beauty (8)

When His Majesty mentioned An Shijun, his eyes were clearly cold disgust, except for ridicule, there was no trace of affection.
It's a real disgust.
From then on, Li Fu probably understood.
This Shijun An is nothing more than an abandoned son. Maybe your majesty’s favors for him before are all false. For example, in order to stabilize the forces of Prime Minister An’s party, and then find the right opportunity to uproot them
Li Gonggong's heart inevitably showed his admiration and deep fear for Fu Yue.
Secretly: The emperor, really ruthless.
At any rate, he was the one he loved and held in his hand. His Majesty said that he would turn his face when he turned his face, and he would turn his face when he said that he disliked him, leaving no trace of affection.
This old eunuch's brain is really big.
With just one look in Fu Yue's eyes, he could make up so many things.
...
As for Fu Yue on the other side.
She stayed in the imperial study room, sitting on the icy throne, writing one name after another on the paper, some of the names were crossed, and some were circled.
With one stroke, the fate of a family was determined.
Relying on the golden finger of knowing the plot, Fu Yue wrote down the names of the courtiers who had betrayed Ji Lan in the previous life, thinking about finding something to kill a few by the first in two days, and then exile a few more.
Anyway, any existence threatening her throne must die.
I would rather kill three thousand by mistake than miss one.
The corners of the female emperor's thin lips were slightly bent, and her eyebrows were as cold as a layer of ice and snow. She looked down at the snow-white slender fingers, as if they were not stained at all.
Fu Yue dropped her eyelashes slightly.
The original body is a benevolent gentleman, and she doesn't want to do some things, huh... she is not a good person.
These clean hands will be stained with blood sooner or later.
Outside there was a little bent over and trot in respectfully, "Slave, see Your Majesty, Lao Fengjun invites you to visit Cining Palace, saying that there is something to discuss with you."
To be honest, when he heard the words Lao Fengjun, Fu Yue paused for three seconds, but she didn't realize who this person was.
She, her father?
Empress Feiyan's lips twitched fiercely like a peach blossom, and she waved her hand at random to signal that she knew, "You go down first, go and tell your father, I will go back to Cining Palace for dinner tonight, and now there is no setback Finished approval."
The little retired respectfully.
Fu Yue tried to remember what her father was like in the original, but unfortunately this person is a background board in the original plot.
She really didn't think of it.
"..."
When I went to Cining Palace for dinner in the evening.
Fu Yue finally saw what her biological father was like. She was a little relieved when she saw that this person looked normal, not like the delicate and delicate man in the general female respect.
She didn't want to call him dad to a man with heavy makeup and pretentiousness.
This is too much.
The picture is too beautiful to watch.
Ji Lan's father was a man of outstanding appearance. The beauty of the original body was inherited from her father. Even if he was slightly older, his appearance was not reduced. His temperament was mild and moist, and the few fine lines on the corners of his eyes symbolized the years. trace.
After seeing his daughter coming, Chu Ning's eyes became more loving, "Lan'er is here, sit down, dinner is ready."
Fu Yue nodded.
After dinner, Chu Ning wiped the corners of her lips with a handkerchief, and tentatively opened her mouth, "Lan'er, for my father, I know you don't like Xian'er, but he is your husband after all..."