Chapter 629: Sitting on the country and beauty (48)

Seeing Wen Xian dodging, several guards looked at the banished man with some embarrassment, and did not dare to go up and force him to hold him, and then turned to look at Fu Yue with questioning eyes.
The female emperor waved her hand lightly, and her mellow and cold voice sounded.
"Take him down."
Wen Xian didn't have any resistance. He grabbed his hands and followed them obediently. This made the two guards breathe a little bit and wiped off the sweat on their foreheads.
This matter between your majesty and Feng Jun.
As they do subordinates, it is better to mix them as little as possible.
Feng Jun is so beautiful, with such a stunning appearance, even these rough people can't help but blush, let alone your majesty...
Now his Majesty was angry and ordered him to be imprisoned, but the matter between the husband and wife can be said clearly in a few simple words.
It's not certain that your Majesty will forgive Feng Jun someday, if you offend him at this time, won't they be dead by then?
and so.
Can't offend, can't offend.
...
Wen Xian's footsteps are a little vain, his face is white and ugly, and the color of his lips is also a little blue. It may be because of Fu Yue's palm.
Only those beautiful eyes, dark as ink, seemed to be sad.
Before leaving, he stared at Fu Yue quietly for several seconds.
The look is very complicated.
Fu Yue never looked at him, her slightly pursed lips and dark face showed her impatience.
"Fengjun, you'd better wait with me, don't make your majesty angry again..."
Still urged by the two guards, Wen Xian moved away.
Wait until Wenxian is gone.
Fu Yue, who was sitting on the chair, raised her eyes slightly, and the slight tingling sensation from her neck made her look back.
"hiss--"
The dagger hit her neck just now, and it can be seen that Wen Xian really wanted to kill her, but in the end he couldn't make it.
Fu Yue sneered slightly, and her thin lips uttered two words: "Idiot."
Can't even kill one person.
Although he scolded and sneered at his actions, Fu Yue's mind was still quite confused at this time.
She doesn't seem to know what to do with Wenxian...
The severe pain in his hand was numb, because Fu Yue was always holding his fingers, and the blood dripping slowed down, but the blood spilled and deposited on the sleeves. This large red stained area was still shocking.
Li Fu, who had just left, soon led a group of people from the Taiyuan Hospital in, so powerful that Fu Yue once thought he was about to die.
"..."
The old was crying with tears, guarding beside Fu Yue, looking at her hand, and babbling in his mouth, "Ah my sire, it hurts so much. Bloody...If Lao Fengjun knew about it, he wouldn't be so distressed!"
Fu Yue's brain hurt by the noise.
"Shut up and cry, why are you crying? I'm not dead yet!"
Li Fu's cry stopped abruptly: "..."
Your Majesty, the old slave cares about you! !
What are you doing so fiercely? ? ?
Fu Yue supported his head with his uninjured hand, closed his eyes slightly, and opened his other hand to let the imperial physician clean the wound and apply medicine to bandage it.
The water in the basin below quickly turned red, and it was shocking to look at.
Fu Yue's face was a bit tired, and the air pressure around her body was so low that the hands of the imperial doctor who helped her bandage were trembling, for fear of angering the emperor under his anger.