The young man's starry eyes looked through the portrait, and the affection of the peach blossom eyes almost made people indulge in such tenderness.

Fu Yue muttered casually: "Ah, the son of the Taifu family is only seventeen years old this year, one year younger than me, it's good to be young......"

Six years older than Her Majesty the Empress, Wen Da Beauty, who is already twenty-four this year: "......"

There was a deep silence.

Inexplicably piercing the heart.

Wen Xian did a very childish thing, he picked up the portrait, placed it next to himself to compare, his thin lips closed one by one, and he was calmly stating a fact.

"Your Majesty still thinks this person is good-looking?"

Fu Yue: "......"

She looked at Wen Xian, and then at the little boy of the Taifu family, and the corners of her eyes twitched strangely, "It's not as good as Feng Jun." ”

Fu Yue was sincere in what he said.

No matter how beautiful a person is, when he arrives in front of Wen Xian, he can't help but be overshadowed, and there is no scum left by his almost immortal beauty.

Hearing the strings, he hummed without being salty, and he accepted Fu Yue's praise modestly, and his cold and pleasant voice sounded.

"This is the first draft since His Majesty ascended the throne, so naturally you have to be careful, these ...... lest you be chosen to tarnish your majesty's eyes. ”

"Just like An Guijun before—"

Wen Xian glanced at Fu Yue sideways, and continued: "I haven't figured it out until now, how could Your Majesty favor such a person before, it was mediocre, and you can't find it if you throw it in the crowd." ”

Fu Yue also took this somewhat weird sentence, and her gorgeous voice was like a pleasant piano sound, "Then Feng Jun thinks that a standard should be set?" ”

Smelling the strings, he snorted.

Fu Yue: "Who is the standard?" ”

Wen Xian lightly put down the portrait in his hand, rolled up his snow-colored sleeves, curled his eyelashes to cover his dark eyes, and said, "I." ”

Fu Yue: "......"

The corners of her mouth twitched, and she said quietly: "If Feng Jun is against my draft, you can say it directly." ”

Wen Xian's face straightened, and he glanced at Fu Yue a little inexplicably, raised his white chin slightly, and said, "I don't have this intention, Your Majesty doesn't want to defile people's innocence at will." ”

Said the same as the truth.

Fu Yue almost believed him.

She narrowed her narrow peach blossom eyes, and there was a bit of unkindness in her eyes.

This man really wants to make trouble!

She and Wen Xian really don't get along!

After a thoughtful glance at Wen Xian, the empress suddenly bent the corners of her lips, and she handed Wen Xian all the stacks of scrolls, "I suddenly thought that there were still many folds that had not been approved, so I bothered Feng Jun to pick out a few for me." ”

Wen Xian: "......"

I don't really want to promise how to break?

With a fair and beautiful face, he took over these portraits, and looked at them casually, with a casual posture, like picking cabbage...... No, picking cabbage is not as casual as him.

Fu Yue silently reminded him, "Feng Jun has to help me take a good look, but don't be the last one and can't pick it out, which will make me wonder if you are here to make trouble." ”

Wen Xian, who just had this idea: "......"

His gaze blurred inexplicably, and the corners of his lips pursed.

Fu Yue walked back to the back of the table slowly, took a random book, and looked at it slowly, with ten lines at a glance, his white fingers pinched a slender pen, and he was making annotations seriously, his eyes were faint.

Her Majesty the Empress said that she was in a good mood right now.

As for picking a beautiful woman on the side, his brows furrowed even more.

He's not good at all.