Prime Minister An's eyes stared directly at his son, as if he was staring at an enemy who did not share the sky.

Die with a grievance or everlasting regret.

An Zixuan was startled by his mother's eyes, and he subconsciously hid behind Fu Yue, "Your Majesty, cutting the grass does not remove the roots, the spring breeze blows and grows again...... An Cheng conspired against each other, don't spare her henchmen! ”

An Zixuan is indeed ruthless.

Not to mention that he killed his wife, he also wanted to take advantage of the situation to kill his old lover Fu Li.

Fu Yue raised delicate eyebrows.

"Henchmen?"

Baiguan looked at this scene, and he couldn't help but feel deep worry in his heart, afraid that the fire would burn on his body. After all, just now in that situation, they did not stand up in front of His Majesty, and they all chose neutrality for the sake of Mingzhe's self-preservation, which is really disloyal.

An Zixuan was ruthless: "Yes." ”

"As far as the courtiers know, General Fu's family and my mother have a close personal relationship—"

The voice landed.

At this time, the overall situation was settled, and the blade in the hands of the current emperor was directed at those disloyal and unrighteous ministers, and one family after another was uprooted.

The wrist of a young emperor.

Iron-blooded and fierce.

As for Fu Li, who successfully usurped the throne in her previous life, she was just cannon fodder in this life, and she didn't even know until she died, where she angered the emperor.

The wings of the butterfly stir.

Everything has changed.

*

Just when Fu Yue thought that everything was settled.

Sudden mutations.

She was usurped!

Her palace is under control!

Even, even she herself was under house arrest in Chaoyang Palace.

Fu Yue, who had just woken up: "......"

She just slept a little.

How did he get usurped???

Which bastard did it?

Until a certain snow-clad figure appeared in front of her-

Wen Xian walked to Fu Yue with unhurried steps, he naturally raised his hand to wrap his arms around her waist, and said, "Why don't you sleep for a while, aren't you sleepy when you get up so early?" ”

Fu Yue stretched out his hand and pointed to the locked door, as well as the soldiers guarding the door, and asked, "Wen Xian, what do you mean by this?" ”

Wen Xian changed the topic, "Lan'er is hungry, I made chicken soup stew in the imperial dining room, do you want to drink some first?" ”

As he spoke, he opened the food box on the table, took out a bowl of chicken soup from it, and handed it to Fu Yue.

Fu Yue raised his hand and knocked over the bowl of chicken soup, and his willow eyebrows were upside down, "I'm asking you, didn't you hear it?" ”

The bowl fell to the ground, and the sound of breaking rang out.

The soup spilled all over the floor.

The smile on Wen Xian's face gradually dissipated, his eyebrows and eyes condensed, as if covered with a layer of ice and snow, his fingers gently stroked Fu Yue's side face, and his tone was gentle: "Just like Your Majesty saw, you are under house arrest by me." ”

said.

The man laughed lowly, his voice seductive and hoarse, "Your Majesty can't imagine that whether it is the former dynasty or the harem, I have placed a lot of people. ”

Fu Yue: "......"

Damn, the boat capsized in the gutter.

She didn't see that this person was so yin?

A touch of coldness uncontrollably appeared in the bottom of his heart, mixed with killing intent, and unabashedly appeared on his face.

Fu Yue stepped forward violently, stretched out his slender and white hand, pinched Wen Xian's slender neck, and said word by word: "You are looking for death." ”

The strength of her hand was gently removed.

The whole person was hugged by Wen Xian, Fu Yue's head was gently and forcibly pressed against his chest, and the sound in his ears was like a demon's whisper, pleasant.