Hearing the strings, he was stunned.

His eyes stared blankly at the empress in front of him, and question marks involuntarily appeared in his mind.

Satisfied?

What is satisfied with him?

Looks, temperament, or ...... What the?

Wen Xian has always known that his temperament belongs to the category of unpleasant, not gentle, not understanding, and boring.

Except for this face.

Nothing.

Thinking of this, the man's gentle eyes dimmed a little, and a faint self-loathing appeared in his heart.

The man said to himself, "Your Majesty is very satisfied with him? What is it that satisfies 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, whether it is his appearance or temperament, he is impeccable, how can I not be satisfied with him?" ”

Wen Xian said quietly: "I heard that His Majesty summoned him for seven days in a row? ”

Fu Yue: "? ”

Say hello slowly.

Seven days, what seven days?

Wen Xian continued to say quietly: "Seven days, can Your Majesty's body be able to eat......

Fu Yue: "!! ”

The girl understood in seconds, and immediately understood in seconds.

This guy actually drove with her?!

The empress raised her hand to cover her red lips, coughed lightly and said, "Naturally, I am in the prime of my youth, so why can't I say it." ”

Wen Xian sneered, and said quietly: "It seems that He Shijun can't do it." ”

Fu Yue: "......"

Why.

Why do you get to the topic of color when you talk about it?

Fu Yue lowered his face, raised his narrow peach blossom eyes and glanced at Wen Xian coldly, "That's He Shijun who knows how to be temperate, he thinks about me everywhere, how can he be willing to toss me?" ”

The empress was a little resentful when she said this.

After all, she has been haunted by the "seasickness" incident for a long time.

It's a shame.

Hearing the accusation in Fu Yue's words, Wen Xian was stunned for a moment, and the situation of those two times instantly appeared in his mind.

Delicate flowers.

At your fingertips.

Ravaged by him.

Wen Xian's face turned strange red, but the thought of this flower had been peeped at by others, and even stained.

He couldn't help but want to kill the man.

Wen Xian approached Fu Yue step by step with a calm face, and it was not until he reached out that he could touch her that he could not stop and said, "Your Majesty, today is fifteen." ”

Fu Yue: "? ”

Aha?

After thinking about it in her mind for a while, she remembered that there was such a thing as a love Gu. Last time I was on the first day of junior high school, she happened to be drugged that day, and then she was with him naturally.

So much so that Fu Yue forgot that there was such a thing.

“……”

A long, cold hand gripped her shoulder.

Wen Xian's tone was a little tempting: "Your Majesty doesn't want to be so uncomfortable, right?" ”

Fu Yue took a step back, dodged Wen Xian's hand, and then reached out and patted his sleeve coldly, and said, "No need, I can still endure this pain." Rather than die at your hands the next day or in the middle of the night, I'd rather fight it. ”

Fu Yue bypassed Wen Xian's body and walked out.

But I didn't expect to be hugged by him.

The man's cold, thin lips covered her lips and dropped a shallow kiss.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry ......"

A low mumble.

"I really wanted to kill you before, and the idea I was instilled in since I was a child was to overthrow your Ji family's dynasty and regain this throne."

"But it's also true that I'm in love with you now."

"Even if it is contrary to my beliefs for many years."