She really thought An Zixuan was just some ordinary palace attendant.
When he came in, Fu Yue was still puzzled for a moment, why this palace attendant was sitting, the shelf was not small.
The female emperor's delicate and white face was a little heavy, and she seemed to be in a bad mood for no other reason.
It's just that the anger hasn't subsided yet.
Fu Yue: "Is there anything Fengjun wants to discuss with me?"
Wenxian cherishes words like gold: "Nothing."
Fu Yue: "..."
Seeing that Fu Yue had completely ignored him, An Zixuan's heart shook, thinking she was still blaming him for what he had done before, tears quickly appeared in An Zixuan's eyes.
No one thought of it.
An Zixuan rushed towards Fu Yue, drilled into her arms, and sounded with a crying voice: "Your Majesty, you are so cruel! The minister knows it is wrong, do you know that you will never see you again? Am I..."
Fu Yue didn't pay attention, and was hugged by this person, "?????!!!"
Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I doing?
Also, where did this dog come from?
The tea cup in Wen Xian's hand fell.
The cup fell to the ground, cracking and shrieking.
He looked at the two people in front of him, his gentle and clean eyes gradually narrowed, and his lips opened to remind him: "Your Majesty, pay attention to the image."
Fu Yue recovered, pushed An Zixuan away, and directly pushed him to the ground. She stood up awkwardly, patted her sleeves, her expression was unabashedly disgusting, her cold and majestic voice Sounded.
"Presumptuous, who gave you the courage to lose appearance in front of me, crying and crying, acting like this, without any training."
"Fuck me!"
An Zixuan was scolded and forced.
Fu Yue glanced at An Zixuan's face, only then barely recognized who this person was, the shameless **** man who killed Ji Lan in the original plot.
Thinking about this.
Fu Yue's face became even more ugly. She stared at An Zixuan's eyes, sank quickly, and asked coldly: "Who allowed you to come to Weiyang Palace to disturb Fengjun?"
Wenxian who was suddenly named: "..."
He raised his delicate eyebrows, glanced at Fu Yue, his eyes flashed a little bit of interest, slightly curled his lips and stared at Fu Yue and An Zixuan with interest.
Fu Yue took off the robe she was wearing, and threw it to Li Fu not far away, revealing Miao Man's figure, and said: "It's dirty, throw it away for me."
An Zixuan's face flushed.
What does Ji Lan mean? ?
This dress was touched by him, so she thinks it is dirty?
What does Ji Lan mean?
An Zixuan was wronged: "I didn't want to disturb Feng Jun, I'm here to talk to your Majesty..."
Fu Yue said that she was an unsentimental female emperor, and she stunned and went back: "I have nothing to say with you."
The female emperor's dark eyes fell on An Zixuan's body, and then she glanced at Wenxian, who was eating melons leisurely, and said, "If I have anything else, I will leave first. If you have anything to do, just ask Fengjun. After all, I was yesterday. Stayed with him all night."
Wen Xian: "..."
An Zixuan: "..."
Fu Yue patted her sleeves and left. Li Fu hurriedly chased after him, shouting: "Your Majesty--you wait for the slave--"
Fu Yue turned around and went to the Imperial Study Room, and then a little **** greeted her, saying that the Book of Rites had been waiting for her in the Imperial Study Room for a long time.
The noble and elegant empress stepped forward, and then was told that the draft process had been roughly set, just waiting for Fu Yue to make an order.
Hearing this, Fu Yue was stuck for a moment.
Draft...show?