Wen Da Mei was suddenly mourned.

He sat down slowly, waved his hand at An Zixuan, his thin and beautiful lips opened, and he spit out a weak sentence: "You go quickly, I don't want to see you now." ”

As she spoke, Wen Xian Meiren's hand covered her forehead and stopped looking at the person in front of her.

His meaning couldn't be more obvious.

I really don't want to see you, you're standing here dirty my eyes.

An Zixuan: "......"

He was scolded and stunned by Wen Xian's slashing of his head and face.

Some doubts about life.

Is he really that bad?

No talent, no appearance, no virtue?

An Zixuan was half angry to death, and before he had time to go crazy, he was half-blasted out of Weiyang Palace by the palace attendants, and went out in a daze, and he floated to the imperial garden like a wandering spirit.

Angry and anxious.

In addition, it was noon at this time, the sun was poisonous, and the pale and dazzling sunlight illuminated so that people couldn't open their eyes at all, and the eyes were black for a while, and the steps were vain, and An Zixuan's white chicken body couldn't stand it at all.

He actually stepped into the pond, tripped over the railing, swayed, and finally fell headlong.

"Poof—"

What a big splash.

The ducks floating on the pond were stunned.

The fish in the pond spitting bubbles closed their eyes in fright.

The mouth and nose were soaked with water, and the overwhelming feeling of suffocation came to his face, An Zixuan was like a frog with cramped legs, fluttering twice, spitting out two sentences of "help" in his mouth, and finally sank to the bottom of the lake.

An Zixuan's eyes showed great fear and unwillingness.

Is this going to be the way he is going to die?

No, you can't—

The brain gradually became groggy and his consciousness gradually withdrew, An Zixuan closed his eyes unwillingly, and the movements of the struggle became smaller.

The lake gradually calmed down.

At this time, someone on the shore suddenly saw a black head in the pond, and the three souls were frightened, and exclaimed loudly: "Ah-dead man-help-"

An Zixuan, who is not dead yet: "......"

Bold, Hongu is not dead yet!

What kind of bullshit are you shitting this shitty minion?

The palace attendant on the shore screamed for a while, and finally attracted the Praetorian Guards, and for a while, An Zixuan was finally fished out.

At first glance, this person is an servant who has fallen out of favor.

The Praetorian Guard who went into the water to pick up An Zixuan was a little embarrassed, she hurriedly threw the person in her hand away, and retreated: "The last general didn't mean to offend An Shijun-"

An Zixuan, who fell and ate, still had a trace of breath: "......"

The Praetorian Guard, who was five big and three coarse, said that he would not send An Zixuan back to Yaohua Palace, and in the end, someone else called the palace attendants in An Zixuan's Palace, so he was dragged back.

How desolate and desolate it is.

The Tai Hospital was treated in a panic overnight, which barely saved An Zixuan's life as a white chicken.

Fu Yue heard that this person had fallen into the water.

didn't even give him a look, and waved his hand directly and said that he was busy with government affairs and had no time.

The palace people of Yaohua Palace were cold in their hearts.

As for An Zixuan, although he barely picked up a life, he launched a high fever and did not go away after a day and a night.

……

This afternoon.

Fu Yue invited Wen Xian to the imperial study with a holy decree, and discussed the draft with him, Fengjun.

The great beauty who does not eat the fireworks of the world is silent.

“……”

He was deceived by Li Fu, saying that His Majesty had something important to discuss with him.

Wen Xian was still wondering if Ji Lan had something to discuss with him.