Chapter 633： Sitting on the country and beauty (52)

Just like now.

Fu Yue sat in the imperial study room writing the memorial, and suddenly lost his mind. The wolf pen in his hand was left in place for a long time, and the ink stained a large part of the memorial.

She looked down at the dirty memorial.

"..."

Take the pen to the table.

There was a quiet noise.

The body of the surrounding attendants suddenly shrank, and their heads were buried lower, for fear that Fu Yue would find someone to give up for no reason.

Fu Yue was thinking about Wenxian.

She didn't know why Wenxian wanted to kill her, or why he stopped at the last minute.

The phrase "Your heart is pleased with me" was also deceived by Fu Yue.

The result was beyond Fu Yue's expectations.

I didn't expect Wen Xian to really like her.

The female emperor's long and narrow eyes flashed with a complex look and shallow doubts.

If Wen Xian really wanted to kill her.

Fu Yue understood very well that she could not escape.

Just put a layer of poison on the dagger, or don’t feel soft when smelling the string, and pierce it down while she is not awake—

She will definitely die.

This is where Fu Yue is puzzled.

Rather than saying that Wen Xian was assassinating her, it was better to say that he seemed to be completing a formalistic task, and he was still very unconcerned.

Like a play house.

Fu Yue: "..."

She had some guesses.

Is it possible that Wenxian is a member of a certain killer organization and had to complete the task of killing her, but because he fell in love with her, he still couldn't do it?

I feel that this explanation pales a bit, too far-fetched.

With this idea.

Fu Yue went to the jail alone.

...

Jail.

It was late at night, and a pale moon hung alone in the sky, a small corner of it was obscured by clouds, and the thick ink sky was calm and strange.

The moonlight shone lightly.

Through the small window of the cell, it spilled on the numb and gray faces of the prisoners.

The inside of the jail was very dark, the long corridor could not see the end, and there was a faint fire in the distance. Looking closer, it was a fire burning in front of the cell.

Cold and humid environment.

Wen Xian was locked in a fairly tidy cell by himself. He was sitting on a clean straw mat with his back leaning against the wall, his eyes closed, and his lips were faintly bloodless.

Because there is no Fu Yue's will.

The jailer in the jail didn't make him embarrassed, but served him with delicious and delicious food every day. On the contrary, he heard the chopsticks. The food delivered every day didn't move a few chopsticks, and his expression was obviously haggard.

I had received Fu Yue's palm abruptly before.

Fu Yue didn't tell him to pass the imperial doctor to him, and Wenxian's injury kept dragging on like this.

Wen Xian never said a word.

It's like begging to die.

At this time, the jailers outside all fainted there, lying upright there, one by one.

Feel something is wrong.

Wen Xian's curled eyelashes moved slightly and opened slowly. Those eyes were always clean and beautiful, but they lost their former brilliance, but they looked like a dead heart.

He saw the man in black standing in his cell. The other party was wearing a pure black cloak. He could only see that his figure was a little rickety, and the whole person almost seemed to be hidden in the dark.

The man in black glanced at the medicine he had sent to Wen Xian, and he didn't move at all, a bit hated that iron can't become a steel track.

His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and a little shrill. It was unexpectedly difficult to describe, some familiar, and unfamiliar.

"Master, what's wrong with you now?"