Seeing Wen Xian dodge, several Praetorian Guards looked at this fairy-like man with some embarrassment, and they didn't dare to really go up and forcibly escort him, and then turned their heads to look at Fu Yue with inquiring eyes.

The empress waved her hand lightly, and her melodious and cold voice sounded.

"Take him down."

Wen Xian didn't have any resistance, he was restrained, and followed them very obediently, which made the two Praetorian Guards breathe a little sigh of relief and secretly wiped the sweat from their foreheads.

This is a matter between His Majesty and Feng Jun.

As subordinates, the less they are involved, the better.

Feng Jun is so beautiful, so stunning, even these rough people can't help blushing when they look at it, let alone Your Majesty......

Now His Majesty is angry and orders him to be imprisoned, but where can the matter between this husband and wife be explained in a few simple words.

Maybe His Majesty will forgive Feng Jun one day, if they offend him at this time, won't they die by then?

So.

Can't offend, can't offend.

……

Wen Xian's footsteps were slightly vain, his face was white and ugly, and the color of his lips was slightly blue, probably because of Fu Yue's palm.

Only those beautiful eyes, as black as ink, seemed to have a little sadness in them.

Before leaving, he stared at Fu Yue quietly for several seconds.

The look is complicated.

Fu Yue never glanced at him, her lips pursed slightly and her face sank, showing her impatience.

"Fengjun, you better wait with me, don't provoke Your Majesty to anger again......"

Still urged by the two guards, Wen Xian walked away.

Wait until Wen Xian is gone.

Fu Yue, who was sitting on the chair, raised her eyes slightly, and the slight tingling sensation in her neck brought her back to her senses.

"Shhhh

The dagger just now was cut into her neck, which shows that Wen Xian really wanted to kill her, but he still didn't succeed in the end.

Fu Yue sneered lightly, and spit out two words on her thin lips: "Idiot." ”

You can't even kill a person.

Although he scolded Wen Xian so much and sneered at his approach, Fu Yue's mind was still quite chaotic at this time.

She didn't seem to know what to do with Wen Xian for the time being......

The sharp pain in his hand was numb, because Fu Yue was always holding his fingers, and the speed of blood dripping down was slowing down, but the blood spilled down and deposited on the sleeves, and this large piece of red was still shocking to watch.

Li Fu, who had just gone out, quickly led a group of people from the Tai Hospital in, and the momentum was so great that Fu Yue thought that he was about to die.

“……”

The old eunuch cried with tears in her eyes, stood beside Fu Yue, looked at her bloody hand, and muttered in her mouth, "Ah, my majesty, how much it hurts, so much blood...... If Lao Fengjun knew about it, he wouldn't be distressed to death! ”

Fu Yue's brain hurt from the noise.

"Shut up, cry what are you crying, I'm not dead yet!"

Li Fu's crying stopped abruptly: "......"

Your Majesty, the old slave cares about you!!

What are you doing so fiercely???

Fu Yue supported his head with the uninjured hand, closed his eyes slightly, and spread out his other hand to allow the imperial doctor to clean the wound and apply medicine to bandage it.

The water in the basin below quickly turned red, and it was shocking to look at.

Fu Yue's face was a little tired, and the air pressure around her whole body was very low, so that the imperial doctor's hand that helped her bandage it trembled, for fear of angering the angry emperor.