Does Lan'er want to kill me? ”

Wen Xian muttered.

The early morning sunlight shone in through the window, shining on Wen Xian's face, which seemed to coat him with a layer of golden light, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, still stubbornly staring at Fu Yue.

Fu Yue tugged at the corners of her lips, "I can't wait to rip you." ”

The other party was silent.

The beauty's beautiful eyes dimmed for a moment, and finally said faintly: "I can't die, if I die, you will go to those wild men." ”

Fu Yue: "......"

What kind of bullshit is this person playing?

Wen Xian reached out to hold her hand, then threw away the dagger in her hand, and whispered: "The dagger is dangerous, it's better for Lan'er to have less contact with this kind of thing." ”

Fu Yue glanced at him coldly.

The reason why she stopped was because she didn't know how many eyeliners had been planted by this person inside and outside the Chaoyang Palace.

If she kills Wen Xian.

Believe it or not, when she goes out, she will be shot into a sieve by arrows.

“……”

It's so embarrassing.

When the empress reaches her point, there is no one.

Just when Fu Yue's heart was broken, Wen Xian turned over and pressed her under him, her slender and white five fingers were propped up at her side, and her long ink-colored hair hung down, shiny and soft like silk.

……

Really.

Early morning is not a good time.

The flowers were torn too hard.

Fu Yue suddenly felt a wave of nausea, she turned her head sideways to avoid Wen Xian's kiss, and after pushing him away, she leaned over the bed and retched, but couldn't vomit anything.

Wen Xian's beautiful face turned black violently.

The slender five fingers slowly clenched, the bones creaked, the thin lip flap was pursed into a straight line, he stared straight at Fu Yue, and a little imperceptible grievance flashed in his eyes.

How?

Think he's disgusting?

Fu Yue, who didn't know what mess was going on in Wen Da Mei's mind, successfully carried another pot.

Fu Yue only felt dizzy.

, what's wrong with her?

Feeling that something was wrong with Fu Yue, her face was pale and unspeakable, the corners of her forehead were densely covered with cold sweat, and the whole person curled up into a ball, trembling, looking so pitiful.

Wen Xian's face changed suddenly.

He hurriedly reached out and grabbed her shoulder, raised his voice and looked outward, as if to say, "Pass on the imperial doctor." ”

……

After a period of chaos.

Fu Yue was lying on the bed, her face was pale, her eyes were closed, the light cyan under her eyes symbolized her haggardness, and the whole person was like a delicate glass doll, the kind that would break when touched.

The Imperial Doctor was trembling and taking her pulse.

Why is she trembling, because someone behind her is looking at her with a murderous gaze.

This vein.

The Imperial Doctor's brows furrowed, as if in disbelief.

Wen Xian's heart also lifted, and he asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong?" ”

After determining what kind of pulse this was, a touch of joy appeared on the imperial doctor's face, and he saluted Fu Yue and Wen Xian, and said, "Happy event, great joy, Your Majesty is happy!" ”

Fu Yue, who was holding his lower abdomen: "???!!! ”

Wen Xian: "???? ”

The atmosphere fell into silence strangely, and even the joy on the face of the imperial doctor could not be maintained, and some conjectures gradually appeared in his mind.

Your Majesty and Feng Jun, what do you mean by this?

Fu Yue reacted first, she flicked her sleeves, slapped her on the bed, and said, "Ridiculous, how is this possible!" ”

There was something unusually agitated in her tone.

As for Wen Xian, he has been petrified and turned into a complete sculpture.