Chapter 626： Sitting on the country and beauty (45)

Wen Xian opened the door of the sleeping hall.

Slender fingers were placed on the door frame like cold jade, and they were tightened a little bit. As soon as I entered, I smelled a warm fragrance, and I couldn't tell what it was.

But I only feel intoxicated by the smell, which is also mixed with the emperor's exclusive ambergris, rich and fragrant.

The man’s beautiful and clean eyes flashed for a few minutes, he walked in slowly, and what was greeted was the dragon bed with the gauze curtain down, and the beauty of Miaoman could be vaguely seen inside. posture.

The female emperor's low voice was a little hoarse.

"Why is it so slow?"

Wen Xian: "..."

He didn't answer, even his footsteps stopped, the expression in his eyes was a bit heavy.

This woman... is ridiculous!

Behind the veil, Fu Yue stretched out a slender and fair hand, probably because the temperature on her body was too high, the skin of her hand was slightly pink, and the trimmed nails were round and lovely, and the fingertips were there. Redness.

"come……"

The female emperor's melodious voice sounded again, seeming to suppress the pain.

Wen Xuan did not move.

Through the veil, Fu Yue could only vaguely see a slender figure standing there, she knew that she was a beauty, even though she was a stranger... she couldn't care much anymore.

No solution.

She will definitely die.

Fu Yue didn't know that she was running like a **** the road to death. She couldn't even pull the kind that didn't even need slippers.

"Why do you just stand there? Didn't Li Fu teach you how to serve others? Come over—"

The empress's tone was slightly impatient.

Suppressed displeasure.

Those beautiful and slender hands pinched the veil, then slowly let go, and stretched out softly in the direction of hearing the string.

The action was inexplicably soft and well-behaved.

Wen Xian Ying's thin red lips pressed tightly, and the anger in his heart grew stronger.

He walked in the direction of the bed step by step, reached out and put on the slender hand, curled eyelashes hanging slightly, covering the unidentified look under his eyes.

The feeling of tentacles.

Obviously hot.

The temperature on Fu Yue's body was so frightening that Wen Xian was slightly stunned. He squeezed her wrist with his backhand, and slightly lowered his veins.

Have you caught the spring breeze?

No wonder.

Wen Xian looked at the delirious woman on the bed with a complicated expression, hesitated for a moment, it was really only a short moment.

He raised his hand and touched the soft cloth of the collar.

...

"You look a bit like smelling strings."

The empress's long peach blossom eyes suddenly stared straight at the man in front of her, her red lips closed and she uttered a specious sentence.

Wen Xian: "..."

His face darkened for a moment.

Co-authoring this woman is still not sober, thinking he is a wild man who doesn't know where he is?

Slightly choked.

Wen Damei's clean eyes were slightly ruthless.

...

Fu Yue felt as if she had a dream. She was like a small boat floating on the rough sea. She didn't know where to drift, but she was always at a loss.

Every wave should pass by.

Even if Fu Yue tried his best to stop it, even if he was tired and sweaty, the boat never stopped, but instead moved faster and faster.

It may be due to her physical fitness. She was a little seasick and her eyes turned black. When I stumbled and stood up, my brain was hypoxic for a moment, and it was colorful in an instant.

She finally fainted directly on the boat.

Until the next day I woke up.

Fu Yue still couldn't figure out why she couldn't stop the boat.