Chapter 644: Sitting on the country and beauty (63)

Wen Xian was stunned.
His eyes stared at the empress in front of him blankly, and question marks appeared involuntarily in his mind.
very satisfied?
What satisfied him?
Appearance, temperament, or...what?
Wen Xian has always known that his temperament is of the unpleasant kind, not gentle or understanding, indifferent and uninteresting.
Except for this face.
No good.
Thinking of this, the man's and snow-like eyes dimmed a little, and a faint self-rejection emerged in his heart.
The man said to himself: "Your Majesty is very satisfied with him? What is satisfied with him?"
Fu Yue didn't feel the low pressure on Wen Xian's body at all, or she felt it but didn't take it to heart. She nodded and continued: "He Shijun is good everywhere, no matter his appearance or temperament, he is impeccable. How can I be dissatisfied with him?"
Wen Xian said quietly: "I heard that your Majesty called him for seven days?"
Fu Yue: "?"
Slowly type a greeting.
Seven days, what seven days?
Wen Xian continued to faintly said: "Seven days, can your majesty's body be eaten..."
Fu Yue: "!!!"
The girl understood it immediately.
This person actually drove with her? !
The female emperor raised her hand to cover her red lips, and coughed lightly, "Naturally, I am in my youth, so I can't help it."
Wen Xian sneered, and said quietly: "It seems that it's He Shijun can't."
Fu Yue: "..."
why.
Why did you come to a topic with colors while chatting?
Fu Yue lowered her face, raised her long and narrow peach blossom eyes and glanced at Wen Xian coldly, "That is He Shijun who knows how to control, and he considers me everywhere, so how can he be willing to toss me?"
There was a bit of resentment in the words of the empress.
After all, she had been worried about "sickness" for a long time.
It's a shame.
Hearing the accusation in Fu Yue's words, Wen Xian was taken aback at first, and the two situations appeared in his mind for a moment.
Delicate flowers.
At your fingertips.
He was severely ravaged.
Wen Xian's face blushed strangely, but when he thought that this flower had been spied on by others, it was even contaminated.
He couldn't help but wanted to kill that person.
Wen Xian approached Fu Yue step by step with a calm face, until he reached out to touch her, he could not stop, and said, "Your Majesty, today is fifteen."
Fu Yue: "?"
Huh?
After thinking about it in her head, she remembered that there was still love. The last time she was first time, she was drugged that day, and then she was with him logically.
So much so that Fu Yue forgot that there was such a thing.
"..."
A slender cold hand held her shoulder.
Wen Xian's tone was a bit temptation: "Your Majesty doesn't want to be so uncomfortable, right?"
Fu Yue took a step back, avoided Wen Xian's hand, and then reached out and patted his sleeves coldly, saying: "No, I can bear this pain. Compared to the next day or midnight, I might die. In your hand, I would rather resist the past."
Fu Yue walked outside Wen Xian's body.
But he didn't expect to be hugged by him.
The man's cold thin lips covered her, and a light kiss fell.
"sorry Sorry……"
Muttered lowly.
"I did want to kill you before. The thought I was instilled in my childhood was to overthrow your Ji family dynasty and regain this throne."
"But it's true to fall in love with you now."
"Even if it runs counter to my many years of belief."