Wen Xian should have finished bathing, with a rich and fresh fragrance on her body, and the fragrance of moisture enveloped her whole person, and her brain stopped spinning for a moment.

Fu Yue blinked in a trance, looking at the man holding her, the other party's beautiful side face was angular and angular, and the lines were almost cold and hard.

There is no feminine grace at all that women respect the men of the world.

Wen Xian's eyes were too cold, and in these eyes, Fu Yue couldn't see a trace of affection, some were just business-like calm, not half distracted.

The brain suddenly cleared.

Fu Yue's slender and white hand was raised, stopping Wen Xian's movements, "There's no need, it's just a Gu poison, this hurts...... I can bear it. ”

The corners of the woman's pretty lips curled into a mocking smile, and her curled eyelashes drooped.

What is this pain?

She's been used to it a long time ago.

Maybe the comfortable days have passed for too long, and she was caught off guard by a sharp pain just now, and she actually lost her temper.

After hearing the string's movements, the eyes that looked at Fu Yue flashed a little shallow incomprehension, and it was fleeting, and the lips closed one by one.

"Why is Your Majesty so stubborn, why should you be stubborn when you can avoid it...... Today, I can't help Your Majesty to say no, Weichen promised his father, and tonight, he will take good care of His Majesty. ”

"Your Majesty is so uncomfortable, how can Weichen stand by and watch?"

The beauty smiled with crooked eyebrows.

Innocent and innocent like a little white rabbit.

Fu Yue: "......"

Why can you be so rigid as a male pet in the world of women?

Still calling himself a micro-minister?

There are no rules!

Besides, don't you want to, can you still overlord the bow?!

After going through the thoughts he had just thought, Her Majesty the noble and elegant Empress fell into a deep silence.

He, like, really, could.

“……”

Obviously, he was also poisoned by Gu poison, but he looked like he was fine, which made Fu Yue can't help but have a conjecture in his mind.

Could he not have been poisoned at all?

In other words, this poison was simply made by Wen Xian to harm her, in order to seize her throne.

Her Majesty the Empress entered the play very quickly.

She quickly adapted to the identity of the emperor, and everyone looked like they were trying to seize her throne, and her suspicions were serious to a certain extent.

Fu Yue's eyes gradually became dangerous.

Think, kill him.

It's a hundred.

Even Wen Xian felt it, he lowered his eyes slightly, and saw the shallow killing intent in the empress's eyes that had not yet dissipated.

Wen Xian thought for a moment, and instantly understood why Fu Yue suddenly wanted to kill him, and the corners of his mouth slightly hooked a curvature.

The slender beauty turned over and sat up, he raised his hand and pulled down his clothes slightly, revealing a section of the back of his shoulder, porcelain white, which was a touch of white that seemed to be soaked in coolness.

The most striking thing is that on his back, there is a light red, delicate flower, so lifelike that it seems to be able to bloom in an instant, so look at it.

There's a weird and weird aesthetic.

Fu Yue: "??? ”

Persuasion fails, this person wants to be seduced now?

Seeing Fu Yue's indescribable eyes, Wen Xian strangely understood her thoughts.

“……”

She seems to be a little different from before.

Wen Xian opened his lips and explained, a little helpless.

"Doesn't Your Majesty feel a little familiar with this mark?"

Fu Yue stared at him coldly and didn't say anything.

The noble and cold eyes have said it all.