The pain of the heart is not comparable to the ultimate consent of a broken heart.
Obviously you want to kill me, but I can't hate it. Why do you smile at me so tenderly...
The body fell softly, his vision gradually blurred.
The raindrops buried everything.
Woke up in the middle of the night.
Wen Xian's slender fingers curled up, and his lips were so white that he was not half bloody. Thinking of the terrible dream just now, his nerves tightened, and his mind was a little painful.
He is not afraid of death.
But afraid of losing her.
Obviously, I have never kept this light like the wind and snow, but it seems to have lost her thousands of times...
Wen Xian laughed mockingly.
The draped ink hair fell softly to the ground, lustrous and smooth like silk, even if the dust on the ground was stuck on it, the obsessiveness was so serious, I didn't care about it anymore.
the next day.
Fu Yue really sent someone to Tianlao to bring Wenxian back to Weiyang Palace, and sent an imperial doctor to treat him well.
This move of the Empress caused a lot of trouble in the harem.
Many people are speculating secretly.
Does your majesty's move mean that Feng Jun is going to be favored again?
However, after waiting tremblingly for two days, the Empress did not say anything. Since Wen Xian came out of the prison, Fu Yue has not visited him in Weiyang Palace.
This makes the people in the harem even more incomprehensible.
...
The days seem to be flat for a few days.
This day.
The assistant minister came to the Imperial Study to report the matter to Fu Yue, but he drew a lot of messy delays in not entering the subject until Fu Yue became slightly impatient.
The staff officer smiled hypocritically, bent over and bowed his hand towards Fu Yue, took out a thin piece of paper from his sleeve, and handed it to her respectfully.
"The old minister recommends one person to your majesty."
The meaning of He Yuhua couldn't be more obvious, the female emperor's delicate brows slightly furrowed, her lips drawn into a straight line.
"No need."
The assistant minister bent his waist lower, "The old minister is brave, it's not too late to ask your majesty to check it out and think about it again!"
Fu Yue glanced at her coldly, but waved his hand to let Li Fu pick up the piece of paper, his lips closed together, and the words he uttered made people a little bit timid, "He Shilang, your hand stretched too long, if this If people cannot satisfy me, you should worry about the black yarn on your head."
Li Fu ran over, took the paper in He Yuhua's hand, and handed it to Fu Yue.
Hear the words.
The staff minister's heart jumped fiercely, and he couldn't help but feel a little flustered, but he calmed down quickly, and respectfully said: "Your Majesty will know it after seeing it."
Unfold the thin sheet of paper.
When Fu Yue saw this face clearly, her eyes shrank abruptly, and her pupils flashed in surprise.
Visible to the eye.
It is a beautiful young face with bright eyes and white teeth. Every stroke is just right. Of course, what surprised Fu Yue was because this young man looked six or seven points similar to Wen Xian.
Especially between the eyebrows.
Fu Yue was in a daze.
"..."
The female emperor's white and beautiful face sank in an instant, she raised her eyes to look at He Yuhua, and caught the triumphant smile at the corner of the staff servant's mouth, and Fu Yue understood this person's careful thinking.
He Yuhua's hand stretched a little longer.
There was a sharp icy cold across Fu Yue's eyes.
It's time to beat and beat...
However, looking at the portrait again, some thoughts suddenly flashed in Fu Yue's mind, causing her to swallow the words.