Chapter 651: Sitting on the country and beauty (70)

Fu Yue still couldn't understand.
When did this person run over?
What do that gang of Yulin army do?
And the guards, is it too comfortable for everyone to live, even if someone sneaks into her bedroom?
...
The flowers were torn a bit hard.
As a result, Her Majesty the Empress spent another day in the morning gorgeously.
The courtiers are used to it.
Understand, understand, they all understand~
There are two if there are two, three if there are two... Your Majesty, this is the early addiction!
Sure enough, this head cannot be opened.
The ministers cleaned up and went back to each house, each looking for each mother, and by the way, they hypocritically babbled a few words among their colleagues.
Chaoyang Palace.
flower:"……"
The flower of the harp: "..."
Go down with a hoe.
The whole flower trembled.
Accepting the devastation in the violent storm, the delicate petals became more and more red, and the flowers tremblingly stretched out the branches to avoid the hoe, but it was a pity that they touched this cold touch.
Suddenly there was no love.
The flowers lay flat.
"..."
When Fu Yue was awake again, she had already changed her clothes, and her body was lightly refreshed, except for her body, which was not very comfortable, especially her weak waist.
Opened his narrow eyes.
What you can see is the sharp and angular side face of Wenxuan, and the sunlight shone in finely, as if it had coated him with a golden halo, holy like an immortal.
Fu Yue: "..."
Shit banter.
She had never seen such a banished immortal so contaminated with the world!
See her awake.
Wen Xian put down a book in his hand, turned his head and smiled at her slightly, with a gentle voice, giving people the illusion of time being calm.
"Lan'er is awake?"
As he said, he came over and stretched out his hand to help Fuyue up.
Fu Yue quickly flinched her eyes and hands, avoiding these white and slender hands, but it was a pity that she was involved in a certain place, and she wrinkled her narrow and delicate eyebrows in pain.
Fuck.
This dog man!
Wen Xian's hand froze in midair.
He didn't feel embarrassed, Shi Shiran put his hand back and put it inside his sleeve, "It's getting late, and it's time for your majesty to get up for dinner, and I will serve your majesty to change clothes."
Fu Yue refused.
She stretched out her hand to help her forehead, "I want to be quiet, you go away!"
Wen Xian was silent for two seconds.
Quietly came: "Who is Jingjing?"
Fu Yue stared at Wenxian with a murderous look.
Wen Xian's indifferent eyes paused for a moment, he turned his head naturally, and said, "I'll help your Majesty get a dress."
Then, left.
Fu Yue: "..."
She turned her face.
He buried his head in the soft quilt.
I recalled frames after frames of blushing heartbeat...
Fu Yue shook his head, threw away the waste in his head, and then frowned fiercely. The narrow peach blossom eyes became dangerous in an instant.
Smell the strings.
Contempt your lord.
Sins are not forgiven!
When Wen Xian came back with the clothes in his hand, he saw his majesty staring at him badly, and the beauty smiled slightly, and leaned forward without fear of death.
"What did your Majesty look at me like this?"
Fu Yue held the airframe and glanced at him noble and coldly, "Wenxian, you know, your behavior yesterday was a crime."
Wen Xian blinked his eyes, a look of regret flashed across his eyes, his lips closed and he muttered, "Did you commit a crime..."
suddenly.
The beauty curled her lips thoughtfully, and said, "The taste of this crime is wonderful, but it really makes me want to stop--"