Chapter 617: Sitting on the country and beauty (36)

Originally, Fu Yue thought the draft was quite interesting. Looking at the faces of Bai Shengsheng and the flowers and bones, she didn't mind adding a few servants to the harem.
But then think again.
She is not a person of desire.
The inclusion of these people in the harem is nothing more than a decoration, just as there are a few beautiful vases in the palace.
This is really nothing to her.
But for this group of young people in the Mood for Love, it was a ruined life.
Fu Yue fell into silence.
She suddenly regretted why she agreed to the draft.
It might be... I was dizzy at the time.
No, it was the old-fashioned man in the book of rituals who cheated on her!
It's definitely not her fault!
Fu Yue's criterion is.
She can't be wrong, she can't be wrong.
Could the boss be wrong?
impossible.
...
Fu Yue is indeed not a good person.
She is selfish, she is cold, she is sensitive and suspicious.
Because she is the one abandoned by the common people, no one is qualified to ask her to have any kindness to this world, but even if she falls into the darkness, Fu Yue still clings to a piece of pure land in her heart. This is her bottom line.
She will not take the initiative to harm anyone.
The common people have never treated me kindly, so I watched everything in the world with cold eyes, without being contaminated by the dust.
...
The female emperor above the high position lightly opened her lips, "Everyone, go back."
Although it's a little tricky
But Fu Yue didn't feel guilty at all, and comfortably enjoyed the rights that she should have as an emperor.
Isn't she the emperor?
What's the matter with a little bit of willfulness, she didn't do anything hurtful.
Compared to other emperors, she couldn't be better.
Fu Yue successfully brainwashed herself.
Gangster-like pleasure (^ω^)
Disappointedly, everyone left the Promise Hall one after another. The slender and graceful figures left, and many of them turned their heads frequently, seeming reluctantly.
Fu Yue smiled solemnly.
People can't see the joy, anger, and majesty.
The hall soon became empty and everyone was gone--
No, there is one left.
After seeing who the person was, Wen Xian's lips just curled up, and the icy eyes fell on the person coldly.
The melodious voice sounded.
"Why doesn't the son leave?"
Wen Xian stared at Chu Xiange.
Coldly snort from the bottom of my heart.
When he saw the portrait of this man for the first time, he felt that this man was really unpleasant.
Oh, sure enough.
Hearing Wenxian's opening, Fu Yue also looked over, just to see the Chuxiange that was lingering, and his eyes were a bit puzzled.
Chu Xiange walked straight in the direction of Fu Yue, and finally stopped under the white jade steps. He directly knelt down and saluted Chu Xiange respectfully.
"See Your Majesty."
Fu Yue gave a hum, and raised her hand to signal him to flatten.
Fu Yue looked at this familiar face, but couldn't think of where she had seen it. She turned her head and talked to Wen Xian casually: "This person is familiar, but I can't remember it."
Wen Xianliang whoosh: "Imperial study room, portrait."
The tone was very jealous.
Of course, Wen Damei absolutely didn't realize how sour her tone was now.
With five simple words, Fu Yue suddenly realized.
The female emperor raised her slender jade-like fingers, and smiled and pointed in Chu Xiange's direction, "I remember, you are the son of Chu Taifu's family."
Chu Xiange's beautiful starlight brightened, and two dimples appeared on her white cheeks, "Yes, your majesty actually remembers me? Xiange was flattered."