Chapter 643: Sitting on the country and beauty (62)

But in this female country.
Men always admire femininity and beauty, but this is reasonable.
But Fu Yue still felt weird.
See how Wenxian looks like this, how to see how twisted.
Fu Yue stared at him so straightly that she almost wrote the words "Are you sick?" on his forehead.
Wen Xian: "..."
Come on, don't have to ask her whether he looks good like this.
Just look at this woman's reaction.
He looks like a ghost now, how spicy his eyes are.
Wen Xian has the urge to turn around and leave.
As soon as his footsteps moved, Fu Yue stopped him.
"stop--"
Wen Xian stood on the spot honestly, the smile on his face was also stiff, and the lips were pressed into a straight line.
Ru Mang on the back.
Fu Yue walked over, looked at Wenxian with an indescribable look, and said, "How did you make it like this?"
Wen Xian: "..."
Not for you yet?
Hehe, maybe my brain got water when I was bathing.
→_→
The beauty in Xueyi looked away, did not look at Fu Yue's eyes, and said lightly: "I didn't sleep well last night and my complexion was not good. That's why people helped me put some makeup on."
Fu Yue hummed thoughtfully.
I don't know if I believe it.
She continued to ask: "What are you doing here for me?"
Wen Xian was not ready to conceal his purpose of coming this time, saying: "I met someone in the Royal Garden."
Fu Yue: "?"
Wen Xian: "He looks very similar to me. I heard that he is your majesty's new favorite."
Fu Yue raised her eyebrows, "Yes."
She confessed very simply.
Wen Xian lowered his eyes, staring straight at her, and his lips closed together: "Why is it that he is so similar to me? Isn't your Majesty's move that I will be misunderstood?"
Fu Yue: "What's the misunderstanding?"
Wen Xian curled her lips slightly: "Misunderstanding, Your Majesty is pleased with me, so I found a substitute."
Fu Yue: "..."
Fuck, misguided.
Fu Yue tried to explain something: "You misunderstood, I really didn't mean it."
Wen Xian smiled: "Your Majesty doesn't need to explain, I understand."
Fu Yue: "..."
You understand a hammer!
Fu Yue raised her slender white porcelain fingers, pressed her thin lips slightly, straightened her face, and said, "Feng Jun is too worried, I favor He Shijun, just because his beauty is that Feng Jun is excluded from the harem. The only two candidates outside."
"As for why he is so similar to Fengjun, I can only say that it is a coincidence. People are similar. What's strange about this."
Wen Xian: "..."
I do not want to hear.
Wen Xian glanced at Fu Yue and said, "His looks are not as good as mine."
Although Fu Yue wondered why Wen Xian suddenly came up with such a sentence, she nodded and said, "Yes, Feng Jun is beautiful and unique in the world."
Wen Xian said naturally: "Then why should your Majesty retreat and be second."
Fu Yue: "?!"
Smelling the strings went through her mind.
This...is what she meant?
The female emperor stepped back slightly, and smiled at Wen Xian with a gentle but indifferent smile, shook her head and said: "A beauty like Feng Jun is really rare, but I can't stand it."
"I don't want to, one day in my sleep, I will die in the hands of the person next to my pillow."
Wen Xian's face turned pale.
He once wanted to kill her.
He couldn't deny this matter.
Fu Yue continued to add fuel to the fire, frantically testing on the edge of "death".
"What's more, I am very satisfied with He Shijun."