Chapter 645： Sitting on the country and the beauty (64)

This is really humble.

When most women hear such words, they are afraid that they will be a complete mess.

But is Fu Yue an ordinary person?

The big guy is a big guy with no emotions.

She pushed away Wenxian who was holding herself expressionlessly, and said thoughtfully: "Wenxian, after all, you are the prince of the previous dynasty. You are not suitable for staying in my harem because of your emotions and reasons."

"I don't trust you, I'm afraid you also have resentment towards me."

"You, let's go."

Fu Yue still decided to give up revenge for Wenxian's assassination of her. Even if she no longer has a conscience, she can't be so frenzied that she can slam her on her feet.

That's too scumbag.

Therefore, Fu Yue thought about it, and now the best way is to listen to the strings and leave the palace to let everything end.

She does not kill him.

But I don't want to be entangled with him either.

Hearing this, Wen Xian's face turned pale, and his lips closed together, muttering: "You want to drive me away?"

The words whirled on the tip of the tongue for a long time.

Seeing the disheartened look of the beauty, even though Fu Yue felt a little guilty in her heart, she still maintained a noble and elegant image, nodded, and cold words came out from her thin lips.

"Yes, you are not fit to stay in the palace."

Wen Xian lowered his eyes: "I won't go."

Fu Yue: "..."

Brother, why are you doing this?

I am a scumbag!

Where there is no fragrant grass in the end of the world, why do you hang yourself on a tree with a crooked neck... Bah, a flower?

Is it a tiger?

Fu Yue tried to reason with Wenxian and brainwashed him: "Wenxian, I know what kind of feelings you want. What you want is a generation and a couple."

"I can tell you very clearly."

"I can't do it."

The man's curled eyelashes trembled for a few minutes, and his rouge-like lips moved. He raised his glazed eyes and looked at Fu Yue with a soft and ignorant vision, as well as an imperceptible grievance. .

"why?"

Fu Yue was choked by these words.

Is there any reason for this?

Because I am a scumbag, I am a faint lord who loves beauty, loves the new and hates the old, let's go!

Fu Yue continued to try to brainwash him, "Wen Xian, you are so beautiful, isn't it okay to go out of the palace to find a woman who agrees with you? Why stay in this harem, because of the sadness of the emperor. ..."

Wen Xian smiled slightly.

He raised his eyebrows toward Fu Yue, with starlight in his eyes, which made people suspect that he was looking at his own world.

Wen Xian said: "As long as you stay by my side, no matter how many men you will have in the future, no matter how many petals your heart is divided into, how many people you fall in love with...I don't care."

"I only want you."

Fu Yue: "..."

Well, brainwashing failed.

This baby is too hard-hearted!

She seems to have gotten into something terribly peachy.

(°ー°〃), froze

Wen Xian stretched out her hand to hug her, stretched out her slender fingers to smooth the folds of her clothes, and her drooping eyebrows were gentle and humble.

His fingers lightly placed her back.

The thin lips kissed the corners of her lips lightly, and a holy and pious kiss fell.

"I just want to stay with you."

Fu Yue's heart was shamefully shaken a little, although the expression in front of him did not move, but the eyes flashed through a bit of rush and unbearable.

Is she too scumbag?

Where Fu Yue couldn't see, inside Wen Xian's beautiful eyes, the clear and clean sight disappeared.

Ink black on the eyes.

It's dark.