Chapter 1320： The wife wants to be a widow every day (5)

Fu Yue stepped forward, and Feng eyes glanced at the person lying on the soft couch, then snorted with care.

"The prince doesn't know that he is married today?"

Her voice is cold.

Yan Jun put down the slips he was holding, raised his cold white fingertips against his thin lips, and coughed slightly. His eyes were as clean as Leng Yue, and there was no emotion inside.

The visitor was dressed in a red wedding gown, and Yan Jun easily guessed her identity.

Princess Nanchu, Chu Yunke.

This is the newlywed wife who should have married him now.

Yan Jun glanced at Fu Yue and lowered his eyelashes.

"Princess forgive me."

Scanning the attendants around his eyes, Yan Jun said lightly: "Go down."

The attendants naturally left the room obediently, leaving space for the newlyweds.

The room instantly became deserted.

It was already the Spring Festival, but the silver carbon was still burning in the room, which showed how weak the bones of this prince Yuan Xian was, and he was so chilling.

"It was not my intention to marry you."

Fu Yue stared at him, "But you never refused."

Yan Jun looked away: "For me, marrying anyone is the same."

What this said was as if she was just a gift given to him by the Emperor Beiliang at will. It doesn't matter if she likes it or not, anyway, just plug it in the backyard as a decoration.

Seeing Fu Yue staring at him meaninglessly, his face was definitely not pretty.

Yan Jun's tone eased a little.

"You and I haven't worshipped the world, and haven't drunk the wine together. It's not a formal husband and wife. I believe the princess also understands my situation. After I die, the princess can choose another husband.

Fu Yue stared at him for a few seconds and laughed.

"The prince is generous."

Of course, Yan Jun would not consider Fu Yue's words to be praise.

But he doesn't care.

Fu Yue looked at the legendary Prince Yuan Xian in front of him for a while.

He feels like a fairy who has fallen into the world, his eyes are flat and unwavering, although he is in the red dust, he is not contaminated by the worldly disturbances.

Bai Ru Lengyu's skin is even more flawless, and a pair of ink pupils are black and bottomless.

His eyebrows are not gentle, but they are not indifferent, but a sense of alienation is revealed everywhere.

Fu Yue laughed suddenly.

She really wanted to tear the man's indifferent mask to see what kind of heart was hidden under the mask.

She arrived in front of Yan Jun in the blink of an eye, with a steady pace and as light as a yan, she could be seen as a martial artist.

Yan Jun was not surprised, or in other words, he didn't think he needed to pay attention to this kind of thing.

Fu Yue glanced at Yan Jun who was lying on the bed. She turned her head and took the Heyu wine on the table, poured two glasses, and drank one by herself.

Another cup--

Fu Yue took it to Yan Jun.

The meaning is self-evident.

Yan Jun just glanced at the cup lightly and said, "There is no need to drink."

Fu Yue's eyes were faint: "Do you drink it yourself, or do you want me to feed you?"

"..."

Yan Jun seemed to be taken aback for a moment, but immediately turned his head away, not paying attention to Fu Yue anymore.

Obviously he was married today, but he didn't wear a wedding robe, just plain clothes.

Fu Yue howled and let out air-conditioning.

She didn’t talk nonsense with Yan Jun, she stepped forward to the collapse, stretched out her white jade fingers, and violently pinched Yan Jun’s chin and snapped his head back. She held the wine glass in her other hand and went towards him Fill your mouth.

Yan Jun was choked and coughed. A glass of wine is barely finished.

Fu Yue clapped her hands and said quietly.

"Toast and not eat fine wine."

Yan Jun: "..."

Because he coughed too badly, his white jade cheeks were all flushed abnormally.

It is estimated to be angry.