Chapter 1322： The wife wants to be a widow every day (7)

Wedding night.

It was quiet in the happy room.

A pair of young men and women sleep on the same bed and cover the same blanket, but they have different thoughts.

Fu Yue raised her eyes and saw the concentric knot hanging on the head of the bed.

Her eyes were in a daze.

Concentric knot...

The knot is a husband and wife, and there is no doubt about love.

The corner of her lips pulled out a faint arc of irony.

Husband and wife?

Ah.

A sneer.

This prince Yuan Xian was not as gentle and harmless as he was on the surface.

It was rumored that the prince Yuan Xian was very poisonous, and his life was not long before. When he was pouring him a drink, Fu Yue took the opportunity to get his pulse.

Yan Jun's pulse is disordered, strong and weak, but it is not as poisonous as the rumors, and he will die soon. Such an unclear pulse condition is more like an illusion created deliberately to cover something deliberately.

Fu Yue has a bold speculation.

Prince Yuan Xian, in fact, there is no problem with his body at all.

Over the years, is he conspiring something?

What kind of big situation is this planning?

She was secretly surprised.

Of course, Fu Yue recognized her own Sweetie at first glance, but she also felt the danger in this person at the first glance.

This person is by no means kind.

Fu Yue's heart was stunned immediately, leaving a few more thoughts.

***

The second day.

According to the usual practice, Yan Jun was going to take Fu Yue to the imperial palace to meet the new emperor of the Northern Liang Dynasty, but because of Yan Jun's special status, he did not have to visit his brother.

Yan Jun got up early and was well dressed, sitting by the window reading a book.

Fu Yue was softly awakened by the maid.

Now she was sitting in front of the dressing table with a composure, letting the maid help her groom her.

Seeing more and more hairpins on his head, the bun began to become heavier.

Fu Yue raised his hand and prevented the maid from making the next move.

She frowned and looked at her bun.

"Demolished."

The maid asked nerdyly, "Ah...huh? It was taken apart?"

She looked at Fu Yue's face and cautiously probed: "Is your Royal Highness dissatisfied with the hair combed by the servant?"

Fu Yue glanced at her, "Comb a simpler."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt dissatisfied, and simply ordered: "Forget it, you can simply tie up my hair with a red silk."

The maid hurriedly knelt down.

"His Majesty, this, this is not in compliance. You are going to the palace to meet your Majesty. How can you dress like this? This is a great disrespect to your Majesty!!!"

With that said, the maid kowtow directly to the ground.

The smile on Fu Yue's face has gradually disappeared.

She glanced at the maid who knocked her head and said, "Stop."

The maid just kowtowed her head and muttered, "Your Highness, you shouldn't be like this. Your Highness, forgive me..."

As long as Fu Yue didn't agree, she would always kowtow.

Fu Yue's eyes sank completely.

Is this threatening her?

Or is it that these maids are the spies arranged by the new emperor of Beiliang in Yanjun's Mansion?

"Ah."

The woman in the red dress is like a blazing fire. Although her face is delicate and beautiful, she reveals an unusual coldness.

Seeing that the maid had knocked out blood on her forehead.

She bends her lips unexpectedly.

"You keep kowtow, maybe I will agree when I am in a good mood."

The attitude is very bad.

A little maid dare to do this?

Kidnap her by threatening morality with your own life?

Fu Yue smiled.

Simply absurd.