Chapter 600: Sitting on the country and beauty (19)

It didn't take long.
The door opened from the inside, and a fragrant and cold fragrance came out, which was an intoxicating cold fragrance.
Even a slave Li Fu couldn't help but be stunned for a few seconds. After seeing the appearance of the incoming person, a flattering smile immediately appeared on his face, and his body bowed even lower.
"The slave Li Fu sees Fengjun, it's too early, I wonder if your majesty has gotten up yet?"
He asked tentatively.
Wen Xian turned his eyes slightly, and glanced at the inner chamber where there was no movement. His lips were closed and his voice was cold and cold, "I'll call her."
With that, the beauty in Xueyi turned and walked inward.
Naturally, Li Fu couldn't follow without a wink. He sneaked a glance at Wen Xian's back, and a touch of surprise appeared in his eyes, which could not dissipate for a long time.
This beauty is really like an immortal.
Such a clear and cold temperament, calm, and admirable to look at, this is what a country's phoenix should have.
Compared with the one outside, it is really the difference between Yunni.
I don't know what your Majesty thought before. With such a beautiful woman alone, she actually fell in love with the pretentious man An Zixuan.
Li Fu was broken in his heart.
Humph ╯^╰.
As for An Zixuan, who was waiting outside Weiyang Palace, his face was blue and white, and the eyes of the palace attendants who came and went to see him seemed to be humiliating and mocking. An Zixuan was trembling with anger. Several people scolded heads, but still cheeky and refused to leave.
In the past few days, seeing the warmth of the people in the palace, An Zixuan realized one thing. Without the emperor's favor, he is a grass that can be trampled on in the palace.
He touched his face, now the sun is poisonous, the hot sun is shining, and the makeup that he has painted on his face has been tanned. The sweat is mixed with the smell of powder, which is very tiring.
An Zixuan's heart clicked.
He was now embarrassed, without the slightest grace and coldness in the usual days, if Ji Lan saw it...I don't know if she will dislike him.
If Fu Yue knew what An Zixuan was thinking.
She must chuckle.
Then threw a rotten egg at him.
What a toad wants to eat a swan fart!
How can I be thought of by ordinary people like you? ?
At this time, Her Majesty the Empress is still not awake.
She lay quietly on the soft big bed, her sharp eyebrows were not as sharp as usual. At this time, she seemed a little behaving and fell asleep deeply.
Wen Xian stood by the bed.
He bent down, his long crow-green hair fell down, and his slender, white fingers held Fu Yue's shoulders and shook slightly.
"Your Majesty, wake up, it's late."
The sound is as cold as a piano.
Fu Yue muttered, as if he was awakened by some dissatisfaction.
She turned her face.
Not moving anymore.
The head was buried tightly in the pillow, long hair like satin draped over the back, and a slender wrist stretched out from under the quilt. The white one was almost transparent, and the blood vessels could be clearly seen with dense traces on it.
It shows that someone did a good thing last night.
Wen Xian: "..."
Young man's thin lips were pursed, fearing that Fu Yue would be suffocated by himself, he raised his hand to pull at her, using his fingers to pull Fu Yue's head from the pillow.
Her Majesty still closed her eyes and allowed the other party to hold her head.
Really...too tired...