Chapter 602： Sitting on the country and beauty (21)

Li Fu was completely humbled, and it was not that he deliberately made this look, but facing the legendary Feng Jun who was not favored, he was a little bit confused.

Let alone put on airs, he didn't dare to look directly at Feng Jun's quiet and peaceful eyes. They were too clean and indifferent.

Wen Xian raised his narrow eyes slightly, and looked over coldly, "An Shijun?"

He doesn't seem to understand who this person is.

Li Fu's body became more rickety, and he smiled, "It's the one from Yaohua Palace, the An Guijun who was rejected by your Majesty the other day, he has now been demoted."

Wen Xian put the book on the table, with his wrist propped on his head, his eyes closed, his eyelashes curled up like a fan, and he said: "What is he here for... forget it, let him in."

Li Fu originally wanted to persuade Wenxian to hang An Zixuan outside, but when he met this person's clean and beautiful eyes, he felt that his mind was too nasty and despicable.

The **** went out angrily.

An Zixuan, who had been waiting outside for a long time, was about to explode a long time ago, and the anger in his heart almost rose to a high point. At this time, watching Li Fu slowly walk over, resisting the urge to slap and fan up, he still squeezed out a smile. .

"How about, did Feng Jun let me in?"

Li Fu grumbled and flicked the whisk on his arm, "Please, An Shijun."

It may be that An Zixuan was too slow to walk. He urged with some dissatisfaction: "Feng Jun is waiting inside. You can hurry up."

An Zixuan grasped the point. At this time, he didn't care about the attitude of the eunuch, and asked hurriedly: "Fengjun? Wen Xian? What about your Majesty, where did you go down?"

Li Fu rolled his eyes, "Your Majesty is overworked and unwell. He hasn't gotten up yet."

This is too suggestive.

Anyway, An Zixuan understood in an instant, his face flushed, and he couldn't help cursing Wenxian shamelessly in the bottom of his heart. He was so charming and shameless to seduce Your Majesty.

He picked up the handkerchief, wiped the sweat from his face, and walked in with his head upright.

An Zixuan is quite confident in himself.

This Feng Jun has always been unfavored, and he wanted to be sure of his ugly appearance, otherwise why would your Majesty dislike him so much.

That's right, even though he has been in the palace for so long, An Zixuan has never seen this legendary Fengjun, or in other words, few people in the entire palace have seen Wenxian's appearance.

How low-key is Feng Jun?

Never attend various banquets, let alone save time in the morning and twilight. It is said that he stayed in bed all year round, as if there was no such person in the entire palace.

Soon we arrived at the main hall.

After An Zixuan entered, his eyes were instantly attracted by the person sitting on the main seat.

The man sat in the snow-pigmented shirt, his hair was loosely erected with a jade crown, and the dress was simple to the extreme. Upon closer inspection, the cuffs of the snow-clothed shirt were still embroidered with intricate dark patterns.

Wen Xian was propping his head with his hands. From the angle of An Zixuan, he couldn't see his specific appearance. He could only see clearly. His skin was very white. From a distance, it seemed to be covered with snow. The cold.

An Zixuan stood there blankly, and did not bow, but looked at Wenxian without blinking. He looked a little embarrassed at this time, like a funny clown.

Hearing the sound, Wen Xian put down his hand and turned his face slightly.

This stunning face is like a fairy.

It was exposed to An Zixuan's eyes without warning.