Wen Da Meiren, who was deceived, was unhappy, and the whole person exuded low pressure, and he put the teacup in his hand on the table fiercely, making a lot of noise.

The clear tea spilled out.

Fu Yue, who was choosing Mei Jiaolang, put down the picture scroll in his hand, looked at him, raised his eyebrows and said, "Feng Jun doesn't look very good, and his face is a little ugly. ”

Fu Yue pretended to think about it, and comforted him with hypocrisy: "Now that the weather is gradually getting hotter, Feng Jun is here today because of his bad appetite?" ”

Wen Xian: "......"

Why is my face so ugly, don't you have anything in your heart?

The beauty tried her best to suppress the anger in her heart, and showed a perfect standard smile towards Fu Yue, the arc was straight, her eyes were dark and heavy, and the people who looked at it were furious: "So, what is the matter with Your Majesty looking for me?" ”

Fu Yue gathered the pile of paintings in his hand, stuffed them into Wen Xian's arms, and sent him as a matter of course: "There are too many portraits of beauties, I am dazzled, you help me pick and choose." ”

Wen Xian: "...... I don't think it's appropriate. ”

The man's slender fingers pinched the scroll in his hand, and he felt his heart plugged for a while, and there seemed to be some strange color on the top of his head, and the corners of his cherry lips twitched.

Wen Xian is sitting.

Fu Yue stood next to him, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said, "You are so good-looking, I believe in your vision, you can't be wrong." ”

Wen Xian: "......"

So, a "couple" begins a bizarre conversation.

Fu Yue picked one, looked it up and down, and nodded slightly, "I think this little son of the Yan family looks quite outstanding, what do you think, Feng Jun?" ”

As she spoke, she naturally handed over the portrait in her hand to Wen Xian.

Wen Xian silently took it, looked at it twice, and said indifferently: "No." ”

Fu Yue: "???? ”

Wen Xian raised his finger and pointed at the beautiful Jiaolang in the painting, and said indifferently: "The eyes are big and small, the lord is treacherous, and he is a wife." There is a small mole between the eyes and above the bridge of the nose, which will also disturb his wife. ”

Fu Yue: "......"

Her Majesty the Empress was stunned for a moment, and finally silently made a cross on the portrait, and then threw it away.

Fu Yue continued to pick: "How about this?" ”

Wen Xian frowned and shook his head slightly: "This person is still young...... Your Majesty likes this? ”

His eyes were a little indescribable, looking at Fu Yue's gaze as if he was looking at a pervert.

"Where's this?"

"Too short."

“…… What about this? ”

"This man's face is not right."

Fu Yue: "......"

Is this man here to find fault?

She slapped the thick dozen scrolls on the table, the corners of her mouth pulled down, and her majestic face was slightly displeased, "What does Feng Jun mean by this, picking his nose and eyes?" Do you have any opinion about me? ”

Wen Xian's face was expressionless: "Your Majesty asked me to give my opinion, not my own volition." ”

Fu Yue: "...... Keep going. ”

Finally picked a satisfactory object, the empress pinched the picture scroll in her hand, and her crimson and beautiful lips were slightly upturned, "The eldest son of the Taifu family is innocent, talented, gentle, and outstanding...... What does Feng Jun think? ”

Wen Xian took the portrait.

fell silent.

The young man on the portrait, with red lips and white teeth, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, is not as delicate as a man in the ordinary female kingdom, with a bit of heroism between his eyebrows and eyes, and his beauty is a little dazzling.