Chapter 1323: The wife wants to be a widow every day (8)

In such a dynasty, life is not worth at all.
Fu Yue wouldn't be intolerable to these people either.
as expected.
After hearing Fu Yue's words, the maid's movements stiffened in place, and her face instantly became ugly.
Yan Jun sitting by the window looked over.
His eyes were peaceful, and he saw that Fu Yue was so aggressive and domineering, without the slightest compassion.
Yan Jun sighed very shallowly, then put down the bamboo slips he held in his hand, gently brushed the dust on his shoulders with his white fingers, then stood up and walked in the direction of Fu Yue.
When the maid saw Yan Jun acting like this, her head lowered even lower, and her attitude could not be more respectful.
Yan Jun Xuebai took the initiative to pick up the wooden comb on the dressing table with her fingertips, and waved her other hand towards the maid who was kneeling on the ground, motioning her to go down.
The maid stepped back hurriedly.
Yan Jun stretched out a slender hand, gently gathered Fu Yue's three thousand green silks, and said, "Why should the princess embarrass a maid. Since she doesn't like the bun she combed, it will be a different person."
Fu Yue glanced at him, the narrow and long eyes had an unspeakable meaning.
"So? The prince wants to give me a haircut?"
Yan Jun gagged her with what she said yesterday.
"The princess said, since you and I are a husband and wife, then why don't you make hair for your wife?"
Fu Yue snorted coldly.
But obediently let Yan Jun make hair for her.
At this moment, sunlight came in from outside the window, and their shadows cast on the ground. From this angle, they were entangled like a pair of cross-necked mandarin ducks.
There is really a bit of unspeakable ambiguity of newlywed Yaner.
Of course, Fu Yue knew that all of this was an illusion.
"Prince enters the palace with me?"
Fu Yue said suddenly.
Yan Jun's slender fingers paused, and said: "I am unwell, so I won't accompany the princess into the palace. The princess is wise and can cope with it freely."
Fu Yue tugged at him with a smile.
"What if I insist that the prince accompany me?"
Yan Jun stared at her with black eyes and said nothing.
He had combed her hair and was about to go back.
But Fu Yue clasped her hand.
Her hands were very soft, and the touch of her fingertips on the skin caused a tremor. Taking advantage of Yan Jun's dazed effort, the woman's slender fingers were already attached to his fingers.
Stick tightly one by one.
In the end, the fingers clasped tightly.
Seeing that Yan Jun didn't refuse, I wonder if this person was stunned or didn't care at all. Anyway, the best thing Fu Yue can do is to keep an inch.
She took the opportunity to stand up, holding the young man's five fingers, and then took a step forward and hugged the opponent's waist.
The tips of Yan Jun's ears turned red.
He wanted to push Fu Yue away instantly, but he couldn't push away. Although his voice was still low-magnetic and nice, he was obviously stumbled.
"Gong, what does the princess do? The blue sky and the white sun, it is really bad for the image."
Fu Yue glared at him, but immediately laughed again. The slightly raised eyes were filled with a delicate and charming attitude, like a depraved fairy, beautiful but deadly.
"I am close to my husband, so how can it be rude?"
After speaking, Fu Yue's tone changed, and she was a little surprised.
"Ah, my husband's waist is really thin."
Yan Jun: "..."
Immediately afterwards, Fu Yue frowned again and said quietly: "It's not good to be too thin, and the husband is too weak. How can this be good."
Her tone gradually lowered.
Yan Jun: "..."