Good phrase "I just lost to you".

In front of his beloved, Wen Xian lowered his head for the first time, giving up his arrogance and throwing away his only remaining self-esteem.

I would like to bow down to you.

Although I don't want to admit it, Wen Xian really thinks so in his heart.

What a sea of blood feuds.

What the throne.

He didn't want either.

……

But from Fu Yue's point of view.

This man, her titular husband, was nothing more than an assassin who wanted to assassinate her, and she couldn't even tell if he was telling the truth or not.

Listen to what the strings say.

She didn't believe it.

It is also common for emperors to be suspicious.

Fu Yue half-squatted down in front of Wen Xian and looked at him with a smile, "Tell me, what should I do with you?" ”

Wen Xian: "Let Your Majesty dispose of it." ”

His expression was still faint, even if he clearly expressed his intentions, he didn't know what the reason was, but he still refused to say half a soft word to coax Fu Yue.

I don't want to explain, and I don't want to be soft.

This attitude made Fu Yue want to him very much!

But Wen Xian's attitude and tone are a little softer, don't be such a coffin face, Fu Yue may really be able to let him go with mercy.

As for now.

Fu Yue just wanted to kill him.

As the king of a big country, Fu Yue is well versed in the way of emperors, and naturally knows how to torture enemies.

Murder must be punished.

Breaking down his psychological defenses, destroying what he cherishes most in his heart, and smashing the softest corner of his heart is like cutting the last straw that cuts a person.

Watch him fall into the abyss.

Sit on one's hands.

To be honest, Fu Yue was tempted by her own thoughts.

Ahh

I really want to see the big beauty die or live for her.

Fu Yue stood up, put on her black cloak again, and before leaving, she stood at the door of the cell and threw down a sentence, "I will not kill you, nor will I abolish you, I will send someone to take you out of the prison tomorrow." ”

"As for the days to come."

"Smell the strings, you're so self-conscious."

After speaking, Fu Yue brushed his sleeves away, and the corners of his black clothes were fleeting.

If it weren't for the faint scent of ambergris in the humid air, Wen Xian would have thought that all this was just a dream for him.

Ji Lan didn't kill him? And let him go?

Doubts appeared on the man's fair and beautiful face, and a little disapproval flashed in his glass-like pupils.

What Ji Lan did this time...... It's really inadequate.

If you catch an assassin, how can you just let it go? Chopping the grass without removing the roots, the spring breeze blows and grows, how can she not understand such a truth?

But there's no denying it.

Fu Yue's decision made Wen Xian's heart uncontrollably appear a trace of secret joy.

She doesn't kill him?

Could it be because of a hint of reluctance?

Wen Xian didn't dare to have too many extravagant hopes, he thought that he would definitely die, he only had one humble wish.

Hopefully she doesn't forget him.

Uncontrollably cranky, a strange flush appeared on the man's fair and beautiful side face, incredibly beautiful, but against the pale complexion, there was a fragile and delicate beauty.

This evening.

Wen Xian had a dream.

In the dream, he and Fu Yue both stood on the city wall, there was no one around, it was raining heavily, the rain was very urgent, and the sound of the rain was particularly lonely in this autumn.

They were drenched all over.

She smiled softly and indulgently, but the dagger she held in her hand was deeply rooted in his heart.