The deceived beauty Wen was unhappy, and the whole body was exuding low air pressure. He put the teacup in his hand on the table severely, making a sound.
The clear tea splashed out.
Fu Yue, who was selecting Mei Jiao Lang, put down the picture scroll in her hand, looked at him, raised her eyebrows and said, "Feng Jun looks not in a good mood, and his face is a bit ugly."
Fu Yue pretended to be thinking, falsely comforting: "The weather is getting hotter, but Feng Jun has a bad appetite today?"
Wen Xian: "..."
Why is my face so ugly, don't you have any compelling numbers in your heart?
The beauty tried her best to suppress the anger in her heart, and showed a perfect standard smile towards Fu Yue, with straight arcs and dark eyes, and the people who watched were hairy in their hearts: "So, what is the matter with your Majesty who came to me?"
Fu Yue rolled up a bunch of paintings in her hand, stuffed Wen Xian's arms, and naturally sent him: "There are too many portraits of beautiful women, I look dazzling, you help me pick them."
Wen Xian: "...I don't think this is appropriate."
The man's slender fingers squeezed the picture scroll in his hand, feeling a burst of heartburn inexplicably, as if some strange color appeared on the top of his head, the corners of his cherry red lips twitched.
Wenxian is sitting.
Fu Yue stood next to him, raised his hand and patted his shoulder, and said: "You look so good-looking. I believe your vision can't be wrong."
Wen Xian: "..."
As a result, a "couple" began a strange conversation.
Fu Yue picked one, looked up and down, and nodded slightly, "I think this young man from the Yan family is still a good choice, how do you think Fengjun?"
With that said, she naturally passed the portrait in her hand to Wen Xian.
Wen Xian took it silently, glanced at it, and said indifferently: "No."
Fu Yue: "?????"
Wen Xian raised his finger to the Mei Jiao Lang in the painting, and said indifferently: "Two eyes are one big and one small, the master is treacherous, and the wife is deceived. There is a small mole between his eyes and on the bridge of his nose. wife."
Fu Yue: "..."
Her Majesty the Empress was dumbfounded for a while, and finally silently struck a cross on the portrait, and then threw it away.
Fu Yue continued to pick: "How about this?"
Wen Xian frowned and shook his head slightly: "This person is still young... Your Majesty likes this?"
His eyes were a little hard to say, looking at Fu Yue's gaze seemed to be looking at a pervert.
"what about this?"
"The stature is too short."
"……what about this?"
"This person has a bad face."
Fu Yue: "..."
Did this person come to find the fault?
She slapped the thick dozen scrolls on the table, pulling the corners of her mouth, her majestic and gorgeous face was slightly displeased, "What do you mean by Fengjun, holding your nose and eyes upright? Do you have any opinion on me? ?"
Wen Xian's face was expressionless: "Your Majesty asked me to comment, not my volition."
Fu Yue: "...Continue on."
After finally choosing a satisfactory object, the empress squeezed the picture scroll in her hand, her blushing beautiful lips slightly curled up, "The eldest son of the Taifu family is innocent, talented, gentle tempered, and handsome... Feng Jun What do you think?"
Wen Xian took the portrait.
Fell silent.
The young boy in the portrait, with red lips and white teeth, sword eyebrows and star eyes, is not as delicate as a man from an ordinary female country. His eyebrows and eyes are a bit heroic, and his beauty is a bit dazzling.