Chapter 591: Sitting on the country and beauty (10)

How good is this voice?
The clear and cold tone, with a sense of coldness that is rare in men in this world, so the coldness with the snow, makes people unable to think about him.
Fu Yue raised her eyes and looked over, her thick and curled eyelashes fanned open, her eyes fell over, she froze for a moment, and then immediately returned to an expressionless look.
The man you see right away.
She was slender and wore a simple snow-colored robe. His black hair was simply tied with a jade crown. The most eye-catching thing was the beauty that was almost immortal.
The nose is tall, and the eyebrows are slightly deep.
Wen Xian has a pair of quiet and peaceful eyes, and the pupils are extremely deep, and the thin lips lined with the light are more and more attractive.
He walked over without any haste, and continued to repeat the words just now, "If it's just because of the will of the father, your majesty doesn't have to come."
Wen Xian stood not far from Fu Yue, and did not bow. He just held a cat in his arms, teased the cat, and lowered his dark eyelashes. His attitude towards Fu Yue was extremely cold.
Fu Yue could tell.
The original owner and this person were afraid that they were married, and there was no feeling between them.
At this moment, Fu Yue had a little bit of vision for the original body.
Just looking at Fengjun's stunning beauty, he dumped the number of streets that An Zixuan didn't know. How could Ji Lan look at An Zixuan in the first place, and turned a blind eye to such a big beauty.
Hearing Wen Xian's words, Fu Yue raised her eyes and looked at him, "Since Feng Jun knows why I came here... then you should also know that I will not go against the wishes of my father."
Wen Xian hugged the cat's finger for a while, he glanced at Fu Yue, then lowered his eyes, and his thin lips closed together: "Yes, since this Weiyang Palace is here, your Majesty will do it yourself, and the Weichen will leave."
After speaking, Wen Xian turned and left.
The temperament of a beauty is just like his.
Cold and unkind.
She didn't give Fu Yue a half-hearted expression, as if she didn't care about her identity as the superior emperor of Qi country.
Fu Yue: "..."
She Fengjun is really cold-tempered, it can even be said to be weird.
Fu Yue was not angry either, after all, Wen Xian was just a stranger to her, and there was no need to be angry.
At this time, a question suddenly appeared in Fu Yue's mind.
Did Wen Xian participate in the murder of the original owner?
No wonder Fu Yue would doubt him. After all, even after the death of the original owner, she, the nominal Fengjun, had always lived well, as if she had not been affected by this dynasty change at all.
This is very abnormal.
Fu Yue's long eyelashes covered the indifferent killing intent that flashed under his eyes, and his slender fingers gently pressed Mo Yu's tabletop unhurriedly, thinking about something. Anyone who knows her knows what this action represents.
Since you can't make a decision at a time.
Fu Yue didn't get too entangled. She sat in Weiyang Palace for a while and then left, only to the door of Weiyang Palace.
She discovered one thing.
That is--
The door of Weiyang Palace was locked from the outside, and the people inside couldn't get out.
Fu Yue: "???"
The majestic eyebrows of the female emperor sank instantly, her face almost dripping with ink, "Presumptuous, who locked the door? Don't want your head?"
There was a trembling voice outside the palace gate.
"Your majesty calm down, this is Lao Fengjun's will, and the minions dare not defy it."