Chapter 1120： My Gentle Tyrant (2)

Since receiving the plot.

Fu Yue stayed in this world for three full months, no **** happened, no random events were triggered, except for her maids and dad, she had never met anyone.

Counting the days, it was almost two months before the Emperor Dog ordered her to enter the palace.

Fu Yue withered instantly.

She actually wanted to go to Gongdou to have fun. Gongdou was a bit interesting while she was guaranteed that she would not be killed. A group of women were fighting over there. To be honest, Fu Yue was really eager to try.

This dynasty still has serious restrictions on women. The official ladies usually do not go out of the gate. It is easy for the girls to go out and play and even go to the night market after a few days of the Spring Festival.

Fu Yue was alive again in an instant.

Shangyuan Festival, night market.

This look is the scene that definitely triggers the plot! !

Don't ask her why she speaks in this tone, because she played a lot of orange light games in her previous life, and she hasn't slowed down yet.

...

Fu Yue wore a veil, for no other reason, this face was too inviting, only a pair of eye-catching eyes appeared.

Eyebrows are naturally affectionate, and a pair of glorious eyes, when quietly staring at people, it is easy for people to fall into such a tender country.

Fu Yue didn't go out to play this time, she was to trigger the plot.

But I don't know if God is antagonizing her, let alone encountering some important people, she hasn't even encountered the vulgar drama of ordinary bullies who rob civilian girls.

Fu Yue: "..."

Never encountered such a **** thing.

Gan!

Just as Fu Yue was preparing to go back home, a low-magnetic, melodious male voice suddenly came from behind her.

"Girl stay."

Fu Yue paused, "!"

Is the plot here? !

She Shi Shiran turned around, raising her glaze-clear eyes.

Look at people.

Hey, even if she was used to seeing all kinds of beauties, she was still amazed by this person in front of her.

That was a noble and elegant boy brother, with a very good appearance, dark hair, slightly pale complexion, and his lips were stained with rouge. The most beautiful pair of black eyes were slightly melancholy, slightly tinged. Divide overcast.

It was a bit more gorgeous than the original Lin'an first beauty.

Oh, the plot didn't come, her sweetheart came.

Although she said so from the bottom of her heart, Mian Fuyue certainly had to pretend not to know her.

"What's the matter with the son?"

The other party raised his hand.

Fu Yue lowered her eyes.

What was held by these delicate jade-like hands was a handkerchief, plain white and soft fabric, with a small Chinese character on the corner.

Fu Yue recognized it as hers.

But she couldn't figure out why it would fall, she obviously put it away...

"The girl's handkerchief fell off."

This person's tone was cold, it seemed that he simply picked up the girl's handkerchief and returned it back. After saying such a short sentence, he stopped speaking.

The young man took the long finger of the handkerchief and handed it forward, as if to signal her to take the handkerchief quickly.

Fu Yue took the handkerchief and thanked him softly.

The young man glanced at her lightly, hummed softly, turned and left.

Fu Yue: "...Huh?"

Is this gone?

She subconsciously said: "The son stays."

The man turned his head and glanced at her coldly, there was no emotion in the Moyu-like pupils, and his thin red lips opened slightly.

"What's the matter?"

Fu Yue bent her eyebrows towards him, her eyes were beautiful like stars.

Bright and innocent.

"Dare to ask the son's name?"