Chapter 636: Sitting on the country and beauty (55)

A good sentence "I just lost to you".
In front of the beloved, Wen Xian bowed his head for the first time, abandoning his arrogance, and abandoning his little self-esteem.
I would surrender my head for you.
Although I don't want to admit it, Wen Xian really thinks so.
What a hatred.
What throne.
He didn't want it.
...
But from Fu Yue's perspective.
This man, her titular husband, was just an assassin who wanted to assassinate her, she couldn't even tell whether this person was telling the truth or not.
Wen Xian said.
She doesn't believe it.
It is common for emperors to be suspicious.
Fu Yue squatted down in front of Wen Xian and looked at him with a faint smile, "You tell me, what should I do with you?"
Wen Xian: "Let your Majesty handle it."
His expression is still faint, even if he clearly expresses his intentions, he doesn't know the reason, but he still refuses to say soft words to deceive Fu Yue.
I don't want to explain, and I don't want to accept it.
This attitude made Fu Yue want to him!
However, Wen Xian's attitude is a little softer, don't have such a coffin face, Fu Yue might really let him go with compassion.
As for now.
Fu Yue just wanted to kill him.
As the emperor of a great country, Fu Yue knows the way of the emperor and naturally knows how to torture the enemy.
Killing must be condemned.
Breaking his psychological defenses, destroying the most cherished things in his heart, and smashing the softest corner of his heart, it is like cutting a person's last straw.
Watching him fall into the abyss.
Stand by.
To be honest, Fu Yue was tempted by her own thoughts.
Yeah, so excited, so excited.
I really want to see the big beauty die and live for her.
Fu Yue stood up and put on her black cloak again. Before leaving, she stood at the door of the cell and threw a sentence, "I will not kill you, and I will not destroy you. I will send someone to pick you up tomorrow." The prison."
"As for the days to come."
"Wenxian, you can do it yourself."
After speaking, Fu Yue flicked away, the black corners of clothes vanished in a flash.
If it weren't for the faint smell of ambergris in the humid air, smelling the string would really think that all of this was his dream.
Ji Lan won't kill him? Want to let him go?
Doubts appeared on the man's fair and beautiful face, and disapproval flashed in his glazed eyes.
What Ji Lan did this time... is really wrong.
I have caught an assassin, how can I just let it go? How could she not understand the reason why the spring breeze blows and regenerates?
But it is undeniable.
Fu Yue's decision made Wen Xian uncontrollable a trace of secret joy.
She won't kill him?
Could it be because of a trace of reluctance?
Wen Xian didn't dare to have too many extravagant hopes. He thought he was bound to die before, and he only had a humble wish.
I hope she will not forget him.
Uncontrollably thinking wildly, the man's white and beautiful side face showed a strange blush, which was incredibly beautiful, but with a pale complexion, there was a fragile exquisite beauty.
This evening.
Wen Xian had a dream.
In the dream, he and Fu Yue both stood on the city wall. There was no one around. It was raining heavily, and the rain was very fast. The sound of the rain seemed particularly lonely in this autumn.
They were soaked all over.
She smiled softly and indulged, but the dagger in her hand penetrated deeply into his heart.