Wen Xian sat down on the ground, his beautiful and clean eyes swaying, his slender hand lightly pressed against his chest, and his face was so white that it was almost transparent. Watermark Ad Test Watermark Ad Test

He bent down.

Another mouthful of blood spat out.

Fu Yue looked at Wen Xian condescendingly, her narrow phoenix eyes had no emotion, she gracefully bent her long legs, raised her hand and pinched Wen Xian's chin, forcing him to meet her eyes.

"You want to kill me?"

"Your identity should be more than just my Fengjun, right?"

Aware of the pain and entanglement flickering in this person's eyes, there is hatred, there are inexplicable feelings, and it is extremely complicated...... At this moment, a lot of things flashed through Fu Yue's mind, and he blurted out a sentence.

"You have a grudge against me? Or are you not really a sniffer at all? ”

Jaw pinched.

There is no way to avoid it.

Wen Xian closed his eyes, his slender curly eyelashes rested on his delicate eyelids, casting a dense layer of shadow, and he hummed lightly.

It's an answer.

The corners of Fu Yue's lips gradually hooked up a cruel and vicious smile, "Smell the strings, your heart is happy." ”

This is a declarative sentence.

Fu Yue's tone was extremely determined, and Wen Xian really didn't refute it, but the pale lips were a little lighter, lined with the bright red on the lips, and it was a little weird.

"You lurked in the palace to kill me, but unfortunately you didn't expect to fall in love with me, so when you just started, you hesitated-"

"You had a chance to kill me, but unfortunately you relented. Smell the strings, you're really not a qualified killer......"

The empress's voice was rational and unwarm, and there was mockery and pity in her words.

Fu Yue stepped back, she crossed her arms, and her majestic and indifferent voice rose a few points.

"Someone, Praetorian Guard!"

With the empress's order.

Two swords-armed Praetorian Guards guarding the door broke down the door, "See Your Majesty." ”

Fart followed by a Li Fu.

Fu Yue: "......"

Why is he everywhere?

Seeing that Fu Yue's hands were dripping with blood, the blood was left behind, and the snow-white middle coat was dyed red, this scene was a little shocking.

Li Fuxiao's eyes widened, and the male duck's voice was almost broken, "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you, who killed a thousand knives did it!" ”

He pounced towards Fu Yue.

The empress's white forehead jumped suddenly, avoiding the minion of this drama spirit, "I'm not dead yet!" What are you crying about? ”

Li Fu shut up instantly.

As soon as his little eyes rolled, he saw Wen Xian sitting on the ground.

This beautiful Fengjun changed his unattainable image in the past, like a god who was pulled off the altar, fell into the mud, and fell to the ground in embarrassment, with blood stains on the corners of his mouth.

Li Fu: "??? ”

This, weren't Your Majesty and Feng Jun still in harmony last night?

Why do you have to die or live early in the morning?

Li Fu said tentatively, "This, what's wrong with this Fengjun......

The empress waved her hand lightly, ignoring Li Fu, her slightly lowered eyes, the tails of her eyes were raised, and the curvature was like the delicacy depicted by a paintbrush.

"Feng Jun is rebellious and intends to kill the king."

"Take him down, put him in prison, and imprison him first."

Li Fu: "!!??? ”

It's so exciting, he seems to be on the front line of eating melons!

The two Praetorian Guards immediately took the order to escort Wen Xian's arm, but he didn't expect to be dodged lightly, and the man's melodious voice sounded, "Don't touch me, I'll go myself." ”

He seems to be very repulsive to other people's touch.