Wen Xian: "......"

The sentence that Fu Yue asked was very heart-wrenching, she didn't even know her husband's name, if it weren't for Wen Xian's lack of feelings for her, she would have to faint when she heard this.

The attendant next to him heard this.

I almost laughed out loud.

was stunned by him, and his body trembled like a sieve.

The snow-clad man lightly opened his thin lips, glanced at Fu Yue coldly, and said, "I'm Wen Xian." ”

Fu Yue didn't feel that there was anything wrong with what she just asked, she nodded to indicate that she knew, and after throwing down a sentence, she walked towards the palace.

"Good name."

Wen Xian: "......"

He also raised his steps and followed behind Fu Yue unhurriedly, always maintaining a distance, looking extremely distant.

*

After bathing and washing.

Fu Yue wiped her hair slowly, thinking about Wen Xian in her mind, and her subordinates were not serious, and she accidentally ripped off two strands of hair.

Wen Xian's identity is relatively mysterious, and there is no description in the original plot at all, as far as Fu Yue knows, in the entire capital of Qi State, there is no aristocratic family with the surname Qi.

There are rumors in the palace that Feng Jun of the current dynasty was from a humble background, but because he saved the life of the first emperor back then, he made a marriage contract with Ji Lan, the princess of the dynasty.

Wen Xian's age is a few years older than Ji Lan, and in this era of female superiority and male inferiority, this situation is still relatively rare.

Fu Yue didn't think that Wen Xian's identity would be simple, how could her mother, the former king of Qi Kingdom, let a young man she had never met become the future Feng Jun because of a life-saving grace, this was too unreasonable......

The emperor has always been suspicious.

This makes it impossible for Fu Yue not to doubt Wen Xian's true identity.

In addition, Chu Ning has also been matching Ji Lan and Wen Xian, and his attitude is still so resolute, which once again aroused Fu Yue's suspicions.

Is a Fengjun from a civilian background worthy of their help again and again?

……

Fu Yue's long inky hair had been wiped half-dry, slightly wet, and fell down obediently behind her back, and a few strands stuck to her fair forehead, adding a bit of softness to her face and neutralizing the heroic spirit between her eyebrows.

That's when it happened.

The door to the dormitory creaked open.

The beauty who comes by the moonlight is as holy as a high immortal, and the beauty of smelling the strings is a kind of beauty that is not contaminated with the world, and people can't bear to blaspheme.

He looked straight at him.

The line of sight is shallow, like a breeze of fine snow.

Fu Yue, who was only wearing a thin middle coat: "......"

Fu Yue stood up instantly, stepped on the cold ground with bare feet, frowned, raised his hand and slightly pulled up the open collar, and said, "Why did Feng Jun come in without knocking on the door?" ”

Wen Xian glanced at her sideways and said, "You won't let me in if you knock on the door." ”

Fu Yue: "......"

That's a good point.

That's what she can do.

Fu Yue hugged his arms, looked up at the unparalleled man in front of him, and said with a tired expression: "So, it's so late, is there something wrong with Feng Jun coming to me?" ”

Hearing the strings, the words are like gold, and said: "Naturally." ”

He stepped up and walked unhurriedly in the direction of Fu Yue, unexpectedly, raised his hand to hold her white wrist.

The slender five fingers strained slightly.

Fu Yue: "??? ”

As if seeing Fu Yue's doubts, Wen Xian took the initiative to explain.