He is unwilling to enter the harem, sharing a woman with so many men, and living a life of intrigue and unrest, which is unacceptable to him.

Coming to participate in the draft this time is just a holy decree, and Chu Xiange has even thought about how to make himself unsuccessful.

Although his mother repeatedly persuaded him that His Majesty was so graceful, she was definitely a lover worthy of being entrusted with her life.

Chu Xiange has always scoffed.

However, now, when he saw this rumored Her Majesty the Empress, although her face was mostly covered by the crown, he could not see it really, and his heartbeat strangely missed half a beat.

That's when it happened.

The empress's cold and sharp gaze looked over, through the crown, and looked coldly, looking at each other.

Chu Xiange's breath suffocated.

He didn't know how to react for a while, and looked at Fu Yue blankly, his beautiful and clean star eyes slightly rounded.

Fu Yue casually swept Chu Xiange's eyes, but he didn't pay too much attention to it, and his first reaction to this young man was-

It's not bad-looking, it's a little familiar.

Nope.

The empress lazily looked away, and looked boredly at the beautiful young men in front of her who were performing their talents in order.

At first, I was still in high spirits.

But after turning over and over again, Fu Yue soon lost interest, and she even thought: Forget it about this draft, this group of warblers and Yanyan is not interesting, she is not interested in them at all.

Fu Yue is a big guy with Yan control.

To be honest, there are a lot of outstanding looks in this group of beautiful boys, such as the one who stared at her just now...... But it seems to be a little bit off, so it's better to smell the strings.

At least the guy who smelled the strings really looked to her liking.

Be aware of what you're thinking.

Fu Yue hurriedly stopped the strange thoughts in his head.

Why did she compare Wenxian to them?

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Just when Fu Yue was thinking about the feasibility of canceling this draft, a sharp eunuch duck voice came from outside the main hall.

"Feng Jun has arrived—"

This voice is so magical.

Stunned, Fu Yue was frightened, and the whole person was awake, she lifted her eyelids and looked at the person standing at the door of the main hall.

Not only Fu Yue, but also the beautiful women standing in the entire Wuji Palace, all looked at Wen Xian who was belatedly late.

Just one glance.

Everyone's eyes were amazed for a long time.

There are all kinds of sights.

There are amazing, there are jealous, there are complex, and there are self-ashamed ......

This time, Wen Xian did not wear the snow-colored clothes that he wore every day, but changed into an ink-colored palace dress, which was even whiter, and the man's skin was lined with a bit of coldness, but it was even more difficult to take his eyes off.

There is a bit of evil around his body, and the melancholy and pale between his eyebrows and eyes adds to his style of a sick beauty.

Peerless sorrow.

Fu Yue was also stunned, and stopped playing with the jade wrench.

Wen Xian who changed his dress...... Also good-looking.

When the words came to his lips, he suddenly turned around, and Fu Yue smiled at Wen Xian and said, "Feng Jun is here, just right, let's choose for me." There are so many beauties in this, I'm really dazzled! ”

Wen Xian glanced at her coldly, sat down on the phoenix seat slowly, and saluted Fu Yue out of love, and hummed.

glanced at the warblers and swallows that filled the hall.

Wen Tsundere's poisonous tongue loves to pierce the knife string again, and said cool words: "Your Majesty is really a blessing." ”