Chapter 620： Sitting on the country and beauty (39)

The person lying on the bed was An Zixuan, who was already whitewashed. He was originally dressed brightly and specially smoked incense. He sneaked to Fu Yue's bedroom just to surprise her.

result.

After this, the dagger was pressed against his neck.

An Zixuan was almost frightened. He crawled to the ground and fell out of bed, crying pear blossoms with rain, his voice was crying, "Your Majesty, it's the minister, it's me..."

Fu Yue stood in front of the bed with a cold face.

She strode to the table and turned on the lamp, and the dim light instantly filled the room. Fu Yue also saw the man kneeling by the bed. This face was obviously An Zixuan's.

Hearing the cry, the guards who watched the night broke in.

Holding weapons in one hand.

The headed one knelt on one knee, clasped his fist and said, "Your Majesty, forgive me, it will be too late for help."

The majestic and gorgeous face of the female emperor was calm, and she waved her long sleeves.

Give an order.

Two strong guards set up An Zixuan, and two silver-white sharp knives were placed on his neck in a cross shape. A faint blood spilled on his white skin, and An Zixuan almost scared to urinate. Up.

"Your Majesty, I am Zixuan, please see who I am!"

An Zixuan cried and almost hiccup.

Fu Yue interrupted his crying impatiently and said, "I am not blind, I know who you are."

An Zixuan: "???"

The development of this script is different from what he imagined.

嘤嘤嘤.

Your Majesty, you are cold, you are ruthless, you are making trouble without reason!

The young man dressed only in a thin coat, with tears in his eyes, staring at Fu Yue faintly, his face was unabashedly disappointed, as if he was staring at a guilty man.

"..."

The corner of Fu Yue's mouth provoked a slightly cruel smile, the arc of blood, and the slightly strange beauty of the dim light.

During this period of time because of so many things, she didn't take the initiative to trouble An Zixuan, this person actually dared to hit her gun.

Simply, seeking a dead end.

Pidian Pidian came late, and he knelt down in front of Fu Yue with a thud, crying with a sense of rhythm.

"Your Majesty, the servant protector is not strong enough to let this assassin stray into your majesty's palace!! The servant should die!"

An Zixuan's eyes stared.

What assassin?

What is your minion fart?

An Zixuan just wanted to refute, but when he saw the silver blade on his neck, his whole body was wilted.

Saw Li Fu's performance of this drama.

Fu Yue almost laughed, trying her best to suppress the corners of her mouth, with a strange expression on her face. Fortunately, her face was beautiful enough, otherwise it would definitely be a disaster.

The empress raised her hand to her lips and coughed slightly.

"Li Fu."

Her voice was a little harder, with a slightly warning tone.

Li Fu immediately wiped away his tears, and stood beside Fu Yue with his waist, turning his face faster than turning a book, like a dogged man...Bah, a loyal villain who protects the Lord.

Fu Yue said quietly: "Li Fu, what is the charge for someone invading the emperor's palace."

Li Fu immediately regained the image of the smiling tiger. His face turned into a chrysanthemum with a smile on his white powdered face. He pinched the drake's voice and said, "Invading your Majesty’s palace, this is a sin of disrespect. Put to death."

After hearing the word execution.

An Zixuan trembled, leaning on the icy ground, looking at the high empress with teary eyes, "Your Majesty, you can't do this to me—"