Chapter 660: Sitting on the country and beauty (79)

Prime Minister An's eyes were staring straight at his son, as if he was staring at a stranger.
Do not look down.
An Zixuan was taken aback by the look in his mother's eyes, and he subconsciously hid behind Fu Yue, "Your Majesty, cut the grass but don't remove the roots, the spring breeze blows... "
An Zixuan was indeed cruel.
Not to mention the death of my old mother, but also wanted to take advantage of the situation to kill the old lover Fu Li.
Fu Yue raised delicate eyebrows.
"Party feather?"
Looking at this scene, Baiguan couldn't help but feel deep worries in his heart, fearing that the fire would burn himself. After all, in that situation just now, they did not stand up and stand in front of His Majesty. They all chose to be neutral in order to protect themselves, which is indeed unfaithful.
An Zixuan was cruel: "Yes."
"As far as the ministers know, General Fu's family and my mother have a very close personal relationship—"
The voice fell to the ground.
At this time, the overall situation was settled, and the blade in the hands of the current emperor was directed at those unfaithful and unrighteous officials, and one family after another was uprooted.
The wrist of the young emperor.
Hard and fierce.
As for Fu Li, who succeeded in usurping the throne in the previous life, this life was just a cannon fodder who didn't even play the game. She didn't even know where she angered the emperor.
The wings of the butterfly are fanning.
Everything has changed.
Just when Fu Yue thought all the dust had settled.
Abnormal changes occur suddenly.
She was usurped!
Her palace is under control!
Even she herself was placed under house arrest in Chaoyang Palace.
Fu Yue who just woke up: "..."
She just slept.
Why was it usurped? ? ?
Which did it?
Until a certain snow-clothed figure appeared in front of her--
Wen Xian walked to Fu Yue in a slow and slow pace. He naturally raised his hand to put his arms around her waist, and said, "Why don't you sleep for a while? Aren't you sleepy when you wake up so early?"
Fu Yue pointed at the locked door, and the soldiers guarding the door, and questioned: "Wenxian, what do you mean?"
Wen Xian changed the subject, "Is Lan'er hungry, I asked the Yushan Fang to stew chicken soup, should I drink a little first?"
With that said, he opened the food box on the table, took out a bowl of chicken soup from it, and handed it to Fu Yue.
Fu Yue raised his hand and knocked over the bowl of chicken soup, her eyebrows were erected, "I'm asking you something, didn't you hear it?"
The bowl fell to the ground, and the sound of breaking sounded.
The soup splashed all over the floor.
The smile on Wen Xian's face also gradually disappeared, and his eyebrows were condensed, as if covered with a layer of ice and snow. His fingers gently touched Fu Yue's side face, and he said softly: "Just like your majesty saw you I'm under house arrest."
Talking.
The man laughed lowly, his voice seductive and muffled, "Your Majesty can't think of it, no matter the front or the harem, I have placed a lot of manpower."
Fu Yue: "..."
Fuck, the ship capsized in the gutter.
Didn't she see that this person was so dark?
A cold feeling emerged from the bottom of my heart uncontrollably, mixed with killing intent, unabashedly surfaced on his face.
Fu Yue stepped forward fiercely, stretched out a slender white hand, pinched Wen Xian's slender neck, and said word by word: "You are looking for death."
The strength in her hand was gently removed.
The whole person was held by Wenxian, Fu Yue's head was gently and forcefully pressed against his chest, and the sound in his ears sounded like a devil's groan, pleasant to the ear.