Chapter 61: Indifferent male X mindful female (end of fifteen)

The doors and windows of the temple were closed tightly, and Ding's voice was particularly clear in his ears. Fu Xuan's pace was quick and he tightened his body. His eyes were full of strength, and he walked straight towards the curtain.
The people behind the curtain seemed to hear footsteps, and they were a little flustered, and they ran into something.
Getting closer and closer.
When Fu Xuan saw the two figures close together, he suddenly lost his mind and his brain became blank.
The curtain opened.
The man hurriedly opened the window and jumped off, leaving only one back. Fu Xuan chased after him, went to the window, and saw no one. The servants guarding outside heard the movement and looked back. Fu Xuan was in a rage, and they were shocked.
Kneeling on the ground, I heard the question, "Where did the man go!"
The people looked at each other, where was anyone.
Cen Simao leaned on the couch, looked at Fu Xuan's back, and laughed softly: "The emperor is confused, even a mosquito can't fly in in this temple, where is anyone?"
Fu Xuan turned back fiercely.
The clothes on her body were well dressed, except that the buttons on the collar of the neck were unbuttoned, revealing a whiteness and a mess of hair. Fu Xuan's eyes suddenly darkened, slamming, and closing the window.
Rushing to her, grabbing her hand, staring closely: "Who is it!"
Cen Simiao shouted painfully.
Fu Xuan grasped more and harder, her nails turned white, her brows were fierce, and she said sharply, "Who is that man? Say!"
She raised her eyes, her eyes were cold.
Fu Xuan could only hear the angry voice of Fu Xuan. Cen Simiao let him hold on to questioning, but didn't speak for a long time. When the sun rises to the highest point, the light outside becomes stronger and shines through the window.
Fu Xuan happened to be facing the light, and the whole person looked more gloomy.
Cen Simao suddenly said: "I'm hungry."
He stared for a while, his fists clenching tightly, his jaw tightening: "Why did you do that."
Cen Simiao softly said, "I'm hungry."
Fu Xuan's expression was a bit out of control, and the gloom in her eyes was fully exposed. She rushed over and pinched her neck: "Why did you do this to me!"
Hardened.
Cen Simao was unable to breathe, her eyes widened, and she felt very uncomfortable, like a fish out of water.
Fu Xuan's eyes were straight, and she was staring closely at her gradually distorted expression. Her hands were still working hard, her eyelashes trembled, reason returned gradually, and she let go of her hands instantly.
Cen Simiao collapsed to the ground, panting with a big mouth around her neck.
The matter must always be checked. In the next few days, the palace turned over, and the eunuchs did not let it go, and they were investigated one by one. Fu Xuan only said that something was lost in the temple. When he recalled the man jumping from the window, he shook a glance, which was a particularly blurred figure.
Cen Simiao had a hard time. Fu Xuan watched every day, and came to her in the early morning. Even if she left for a while, she could take it with her. If she couldn't, she would send someone to watch.
In short, Cen Simiao didn't leave anyone around.
She sighed.
The system asked her, "Why did you make Fu Xuan so dead-hearted? It's all done like this, and I haven't killed you yet."
Cen Simiao ignored it.
The system is getting stronger and stronger: "I think if you don't work harder and wait for a long time, it is estimated that the relationship will be deeper, when he will be more reluctant to start, the task will be handled."
"……"Really annoying.
As soon as the system said this, Fu Xuan came back in a hurry and went to the temple to find Cen Simiao first. Seeing that she was eating fruit, her eyes were loose, and her expression was not so sharp.
He walked over, Cen Simiao looked up and handed him the fruit.
Fu Xuan took one, then looked at Cen Simiao, she had turned her head and touched her with her elbow, Cen Simiao frowned. He raised his chin and motioned for another.
The plate with the fruit is nearby, even closer to Fu Xuan. Cen Simiao patted the back of his hand and asked him to take it by himself.
Fu Xuan frowned.
Cen Simiao eats there by himself, he doesn't move for a long time.
After a while, I touched her again.
Cen Simiao turned her head impatiently, and Fu Xuanmei felt a bit of grievance. She bit her tongue and stuffed it into his mouth.
Fu Xuan bent her eyes.
He reached out and embraced Cen Simiao, chin against her shoulder: "Would you like to be a queen?"
The tone was particularly gentle, and with a touch of affection, it sounded really affectionate and warmed up. Cen Simiao took a moment to glance and looked at him sideways.
Fu Xuan leaned over, the noses of the two were next to each other, and he smiled as he spoke: "The past is too bad, all forgotten, let's do it again."
Cen Simiao looked up at him.
Otherwise, let this task go.
After the system knew Cen Simiao's thoughts, it started to be anxious, and even half of the plug-ins were not considered, and hurriedly asked her: "What, what do you say?"
Cen Simao said again.
The system still couldn't believe it: "What do you want to do?"
She didn't say a word.
This is also impossible, the system is clear, shut down the webpage of the plug-in, call out the vase plug-in, and suddenly fell off, so angry that its data is almost chaotic.
Then put the crying bgm.
It snotted and cried: "How many worlds have we insisted on! How long have we struggled together! Have you been willing to plant here? Can you wake up!"
Cen Simiao got a headache from it: "I didn't mean to lie, but the key is that it's not difficult for you to be strong, you can see what he sees."
"It's useless to continue."
Discuss with the system: "Is there any other way?"
Hehe.
Cen Simiao is actually very anxious. Although the degree of favor has been brushed up and the tasks have been completed, the progress bar of Fu Xuan's counterattack is not full, and it is really annoying to stay here.
But now Fu Xuan can't kill her no matter how she looks.
The old palace lady who made clothes came to tailor her, and said she was going to prepare the queen's suit. She raised her eyebrows when she heard the words, looked at the pattern drawn on the paper, and chuckled.
Fu Xuan standing next to him: "What are you laughing at?"
She responded and shook her head: "Nothing."
The smile on Fu Xuan's lips converged, and the calm voice asked again, Cen Simiao was talking to the old palace girl, trying to close the waist, but did not hear what he said.
Fu Xuan's expression became faint at once, and she pulled over her with anger in her eyes. Cen Simiao was inexplicable, and the maid next to her knelt down in fright.
Keep hoeing to plead guilty.
Cen Simao has not responded yet, Fu Xuan stared at her: "What are you laughing at?"
A little bit shy.
Fu Xuan was getting more and more irritable, the anger between her eyebrows had been revealed, and her voice became louder: "I ask you, what are you laughing at?"
Cen Simiao narrowed her lips for a moment, and opened her mouth: "Suddenly remembering that when I was an emperor, it would be very interesting if you asked me to put on this suit."
The irritability between Fu Xuan's eyebrows was calmed down, her eyelids were calmed down, and after a while, her eyes were raised, her eyes were moist, and her mouth was smirking: "If you want to see, wait for the clothes to be sewn, I'll wear them for you to see . "
He is getting abnormal.
Since Fu Xuan regained the throne, he has never said the word "朕" to Cen Simiao. Even intentionally avoiding their identity.
Later, Cen Simiao was fastened to her side, and she could not wait to leave.
But at the moment, Cen Simiao was a little stunned, he was very serious and asked what she was thinking. If he couldn't answer, he would continue to ask, Cen Simiao wanted to lose his temper, but before he frowned, he became particularly irritable.
It looks like a person.
It took half a month to sew the Korean clothes, during which Fu Xuan was more anxious than her, and kept pushing. Cen Simiao calmed him, and Fu Xuanneng could be honest for a while, but it was even sharper in the blink of an eye.
Cen Simiao simply ignored him.
Fu Xuan froze, seeing her indifferent attitude, her eyelids dropped, holding a tea cup and taking a sip, then put down. Cen Simiao yawned and leaned on the couch for a while.
Thinking of waiting for him to wake up before coaxing him.
Gradually fell asleep, suddenly heard a loud noise, and instantly awakened, she sat up subconsciously, but felt that she could not move, turned her head and looked, lying in Fu Xuan's arms, being tightly pinched.
Just woke up, his eyes were dull.
Fu Xuan's eyes darkened, and he approached her to kiss her. Cen Simiao felt that something was wrong, and turned around to see a group of people taking off the bed.
Cen Smiao pursed her lips.
Suddenly felt itching around his neck, Fu Xuan was holding his forehead, like a child.
Cen Simiao's eyes were delicate, and it was estimated that the world would not last long.
Unsurprisingly, when sleeping at night, Cen Simiao always dawned all night, and suddenly woke up at midnight, with Fu Xuan's arms around his waist, sleepy eyes, and rolled over.
Facing Fu Xuan exactly, he opened his eyes without the slightest pajamas.
Cen Simiao was startled, and she suddenly felt sleepless.
In turn he coaxed her: "How did you wake up, obediently, and sleep well?"
Where could Cen Simiao be able to sleep, Fu Xuan was holding her tightly, and she kept saying, "Good, sleep well, I'll be with you here. Don't be afraid, I will protect you."
Cen Simiao closed her eyes and felt him caressing her face.
This state has continued. The court clothes have been prepared. Fu Xuan has not returned since she left in the early morning. The palace girl sent her clothes and looked especially luxurious.
Cen Simiao stroked the cloth.
No dragon robe looked domineering.
She sat down, put her clothes aside, didn't pick it up to try it on, and looked at the window. The weather was especially good. Cen Simiao exhaled and called the system.
The system has been particularly sluggish recently: "You're embarrassed, what are you looking for?"
Cen Simiao frowned.
When Fu Xuan walked into the temple, he saw the waiter waiting outside, his eyebrows tightened, and the waiter quickly said, "My mother is taking a bath and I am not used to serving people."
He pushed in the door.
Hearing the sound of water, he walked over, Cen Simiao was snorkeling in the tub, and he bent his eyes: "How come I think of taking a bath now, I just washed it last night."
Her eyebrows were flirtatious and her voice was clear: "Although the weather is cold, there is still sweat on her body, and she is very tired and crooked."
Fu Xuanyu water, gently across her skin, especially smooth. His eyes were getting darker and he kissed her neck. Cen Simiao was slightly itchy by his kiss and laughed softly.
The two fought for a while, clenching their hands on Cen Simiao's shoulders.
She whispered in pain.
Jiner was getting heavier and he turned to look at him, annoyed with an eyebrow, and Fu Xuan looked a little crazy, staring at her side waist. The finger marks above are especially noticeable.
It's not his.
Cen Simiao's eyelashes trembled, and he uncomfortably patted him, then ducked aside. Fu Xuan's throat tightened, her expression agitated, and her lips were ruthless: "Who the is that? I want to kill him."
Cen Simiao was silent.
Fu Xuan suddenly let go of the hand that held her shoulder, turned to draw the sabre on the wall, and looked around like crazy in the temple, nothing.
He turned back and looked at Cen Simiao: "Where is he?"
Cen Simiao did not speak.
Fu Xuan pointed at her sharply with a sword, her body trembling, her voice was particularly excited: "Are you worthy to me! I hollowed out my mind to you, for fear of cold, you are far away from me, but also afraid of heat, you don't care. If you accept everything, exchange That's it! "
Cen Simiao looked up at him: "But I don't want these."
Fu Xuan's irritated eyes turned red, and the sword pressed against her chest: "You say it again."
She whispered, "I don't want ..."
The sword stabbed into the heart, and suddenly blood splattered, and Fu Xuan's clothes were stained with blood, and the water in the bath bucket gradually turned red. Cen Simao's words did not finish, she fell into the bathtub and lost her breath.
Fu Xuan stayed in place, her eyes looked straight, her eyes were dull, and after a while, she suddenly smiled. Brow his eyes, throw the sword in his hand, blood splashed on his face, his expression was especially gentle.
He walked over and hugged Cen Simiao's soft body, stroking her face with his hands, and his voice was very pampered.
Go and kiss her, her lips have turned pale.
Fu Xuan whispered, as if she was afraid to disturb her: "You sleep well, just stay with me for a lifetime."
The man in his arms did not refute. He smiled even more happily: "Really obedient."
Seeing the dress next to him, I took it in my hand and looked at Cen Simiao: "Come, I'll put it on for you."