Chapter 666： Sitting on the country and beauty (85)

"Does Lan'er want to kill me?"

Wen Xian murmured.

The morning sunlight came in through the window, and it seemed to have coated Wen Xian's face with a layer of golden light. He narrowed his eyes slightly, still staring stubbornly at Fu Yue.

Fu Yue tugged at the corner of her lips, "I can't wait to cut you."

The other party was silent.

The beauty's beautiful eyes dimmed for a moment, and finally said quietly: "I can't die. When I'm dead, you have to find those wild men."

Fu Yue: "..."

What **** is this person doing?

Wen Xian stretched out and held her hand, and then threw away the dagger in her hand, softly coaxing: "The dagger is dangerous. It's better for Lan'er to avoid such things."

Fu Yue glanced at him coldly.

She stopped because she didn't know how many eyeliners had been inserted by this person inside and outside the Chaoyang Palace.

If she kills Wenxian.

Believe it or not, she would be shot into a sieve by arrows.

"..."

So frustrated.

When the empress is like her, there is no one.

When Fu Yue's heart was broken, Wen Xian turned over and pressed her under her body, her slender and white five fingers propped on her side, her long black hair drooped down, and it was shiny and supple like silk. .

...

really.

Early morning is not a good time.

The flowers were torn too hard.

Fu Yue felt a sudden nausea. She slammed her head to avoid Wenxian's kiss. After pushing him away, she leaned on the bed and retched, but she couldn't vomit anything.

Wen Xian's beautiful face went black.

The slender fingers slowly clenched, the joints squeaked and creaked, and the thin lips were pressed into a straight line. He stared directly at Fu Yue, and his eyes flashed with imperceptible grievances.

how?

Disgust him?

Fu Yue, who didn't know what mess was thinking in Damei Wen's mind, succeeded in taking another pot.

Fu Yue only felt dizzy.

Shit, what's wrong with her?

Feeling that something was wrong with Fu Yue, her face was pale and unspeakable, her forehead was densely covered with cold sweat, and her whole body curled up into a ball, shaking, looking so pitiful.

Wen Xian's face changed suddenly.

He hurriedly stretched out his hand to wrap her shoulders, raising his voice outwards as if saying, "Teach you a doctor."

...

After a period of turmoil.

Fu Yue was lying on the bed, her face was pale, her eyes closed, and the light cyan under her eyes symbolized her haggardness, and the whole figure was like a delicate glass doll that shattered when touched.

The imperial doctor was trembling to her pulse.

Why was she trembling, because someone behind her was looking at her with a murderous sight.

This pulse condition.

The doctor's brows frowned, as if a little unbelievable.

Wen Xian's heart also raised, and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong?"

After determining what kind of pulse condition it was, the imperial physician's face was filled with joy, and he saluted Fu Yue and Wenxian, saying: "Happy event, great event, your majesty is happy!"

Fu Yue, who was clutching her lower abdomen: "?????!!!"

Wen Xian: "???"

The atmosphere fell into silence strangely, and even the joy on the face of the imperial doctor could not be maintained, and some conjectures gradually emerged in his mind.

What do your Majesty and Feng Jun mean?

Fu Yue reacted first. She flicked her sleeves, slapped her slap on the bed, and said, "It's absurd, how is this possible!"

Her tone was a little abnormally excited.

As for Wenxian, he has been petrified and turned into a complete sculpture.