Chapter 663: Sitting on the country and beauty (82)

Just when the attendant thought he was dead, Wen Xian slowly spoke, and his thin lips uttered two words: "Go down."
The attendant retreated like a pardon.
The attendant breathed a sigh of relief until he left the main hall of the Chaoyang Palace. He raised his sleeve and wiped the dense cold sweat on his forehead, exhaling a sigh of foul breath.
Feng Jun is really terrible.
Thinking that the woman who had always been aloof has now fallen to this way, the attendant's heart actually raised a touch of pity to Fu Yue.
Feng Jun's desire to control is too strong.
This kind of love is suffocating.
...
Wen Xian put down the chopsticks in his hand, and the chopsticks collided with the plate and made a sound.
The surrounding palace attendants trembled fiercely.
What happened to Fengjun?
For a long time, a cold voice sounded.
"Go all down."
When there were only two people left in the main hall, Wenxian and Fu Yue.
A smile appeared on Wen Xian's face.
He lowered his eyelashes, holding a bowl in his hand to put soup in it, and Bian said to Fu Yue, "I made the soup by myself. Lan'er will like it."
Fu Yue hummed obediently.
There was a momentary loss of consciousness in Wen Xian's eyes, and he felt a sense of loss in his heart. He murmured, "If only you were so behaved..."
System 677 in the space: [...]
The Tongzi holding the God script secretly said that it was not good.
Lord Tiandao is a big death on this plane! !
He actually forcibly suppressed the host's consciousness, causing her to fall asleep. At this time, if the host recovers his memory... the picture is too beautiful, and Tongzi said he dare not look at it.
Thus, the system 677 tried to awaken Fu Yue's consciousness.
once.
twice.
...
System 677 gave up.
What they want to play and how to play among the big brothers, it will not be accompanied by a small ruler!
It is not worthy!
Jinluan Temple.
Wen Xian changed into a black robe, and his hair was tied with a jade crown. His face was extremely pale, and his appearance was extremely protruding, which made people unable to move his eyes.
The midnight is like ink, the moonlight is windy and frosty.
He is very tall, with a long body standing in front of the dragon chair, and his whole aura is no longer the indifferent and peaceful in the usual days, but almost sharp and pressing.
Wen Xian looked at Baiguan who was kneeling down, and asked, "What can I do?"
The ministers looked at each other.
They already knew that this man was the prince of the previous dynasty, and the only bloodline of the Wen Dynasty dynasty.
From the beginning, these ministers would rather die than surrender. Finally, they were frightened by Wenxian's subordinates' threats to their whole family. Now they all look like quails, and they dare not complain.
Except for a few loyal officials, they were still cursing there.
"Wen Xian, you chaotic courtier, your majesty treats you very well, now you are actually committing a crime, a big rebellion, you bastard!!"
"Master Zhang, why bother with this kind of remnants of the previous dynasty, I am loyal to your Majesty, and will never succumb to you. We would rather die than surrender! Now I will splash three feet of blood to repay the grace of the first emperor!"
With that said, a strong-tempered minister holding the jade wat in his hand, he slammed straight toward the pillar. This posture was mortal.
"Master Shi!!"
Wen Xian frowned slightly, and he waved in the direction of the minister.
Immediately, the dark guard went up to save the minister with a wink.
The minister named Master Shi was rescued, and then fell to the ground severely, she still glared at Wenxian.
"You wait for the rebel! Damn it!"