Chapter 661: Sitting on the country and beauty (80)

"Has Lan'er not found it?"
An ominous premonition emerged in Fu Yue's heart. She secretly found out that her internal strength was completely sealed, and she couldn't lift the strength at all, and her whole person was soft.
Her heart sank suddenly.
"You drug me?"
Wen Xian smiled faintly: "Lan'er found out too late, it's too late."
"In the kind of tea that you love to drink, I have been drugged by me. It has accumulated over time, and the effects of the drugs should be onset now."
His tone suddenly stopped, "But Lan'er don't worry, this medicine is harmless to the body. It's just a little method I used to keep you from leaving me..."
When she said this, Wen Xian's thin lips lightly brushed Fu Yue's side face, leaving a touch like a dragonfly.
Fu Yue: "..."
So, the reason for her overturning was the peach blossom debt she incurred?
As a big man who can bend and stretch, Fu Yue forcefully resisted the impatience in his heart and tried to reason with Wenxian, "I never said to leave you, Wenxian, you will only make me hate you even more."
No one would willingly be imprisoned.
Let alone an emperor who was originally aloof.
It is not easy for her to hold back this person now.
Of course, it was mainly because he couldn't kill him.
So angry!
The beauty and the snow-like eyes dimmed for a moment, and murmured: "Do you hate me... it doesn't matter, as long as you stay by my side forever, it doesn't matter if you hate me."
"I like you enough."
He completely ignored the first half of Fu Yue's sentence.
Because Wenxian didn't believe it.
He didn't believe that Fu Yue would not leave him.
Fu Yue: "..."
Gradually irritable.
Fu Yue looked around, and now her Chaoyang Palace was completely surrounded by Wenxian faction, not even a fly could fly in, let alone escape.
Fu Yue also tried to summon his own dark guard.
But in the end, there was no response.
Fu Yue understood in an instant.
Wen Xian is a thoughtful person. Since he has decided to rebel, how could he reveal such a big omission according to his temperament.
She can now be said to be hard to fly.
"..."
Fu Yue sat by the bed, she coldly glanced at the beauty in Xueyi not far away, her eyes were cold and bitter, she pointed at the door: "Wenxian, I don't want to see you, you get out of here!"
She is so angry that she has forgotten to call herself me.
Wen Xian didn't care about Fu Yue's cold face, and persuaded him in a good voice, "You haven't eaten for a day. It's not good for your health, be good, don't have trouble with your body..."
An idea suddenly popped up in Fu Yue's mind.
So, because this person likes her so much, that he has turned her into prison?
Although the reason is very fucking.
But Fu Yue found that she couldn't find a better explanation.
"..."
A cold color passed across his eyes.
The female emperor turned over her slender and white hand, and took out a sharp dagger from her sleeve. This dagger was worn close to her body all the year round to prevent accidents.
Fu Yue raised the dagger.
In Wenxian's stunned eyes.
He pressed the dagger against his neck, the sharp blade touched the delicate skin, and a blood stain was quickly drawn.
"Stop it!"
This was the first time Fu Yue saw Wenxian's gaffe.
The snow-clad man raised his hand, his eyes gradually turning red, he forcibly suppressed the emotions in his heart, and opened his lips to persuade.