Chapter 1120 My Gentle Tyrant (2)

Since receiving the plot.

Fu Yue stayed in this world for three full months, and nothing happened. No random events were triggered. Apart from getting to know her maids and her father, she never met anyone else.

Counting the days, there were still almost two months before the dog emperor issued an order to summon her to the palace.

Fu Yue withered instantly.

She actually wanted to have some fun in a palace fight. It was a bit interesting as long as she was guaranteed not to be killed. A group of women were fighting over there. To be honest, Fu Yue was really excited to try it.

This dynasty still had relatively serious restrictions on women. Official ladies generally stayed at home. After a few days, during the Lantern Festival, girls were allowed to go out to play and even visit the night market.

Fu Yue instantly came back to life.

Lantern Festival, night market.

This is a scene that definitely triggers the plot! !

Don't ask her why she speaks in this tone, because she played too many Orange Light games in her last life and she hasn't gotten over it yet.

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Fu Yue wore a veil for no other reason than her face was too attractive, revealing only a pair of captivating eyes.

His eyebrows are naturally affectionate, and his eyes are full of hope. When he stares at people quietly, it is easy for people to fall into such a gentle place.

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

But she didn't know if God was against her. Let alone meeting any important people, she didn't even encounter the common vulgar scenes of bullies raping civilian girls.

Fu Yue: "..."

I've never encountered anything so fucked up.

Gan!

Just as Fu Yue was preparing to return home angrily, a low-pitched and sweet male voice suddenly came from behind her.

"Girl, stay."

Fu Yue paused, "!"

The plot is coming? !

She Shi Shiran turned around and raised her eyes as clear as glass.

Look at the person coming.

Hiss, even though she was used to seeing all kinds of beauties, she was still stunned by the person in front of her.

He was a noble and elegant young man with extremely good looks, jet-black hair, a slightly pale complexion, and his lips seemed to be stained with rouge. The most beautiful thing was his slightly melancholy black eyes, which were slightly tinged with rouge. Divided into shade.

She is actually a bit more gorgeous than her original body, the most beautiful woman in Lin'an.

Oh, the plot didn't happen, her little sweetie came.

Although he said this from the bottom of his heart, of course he still had to pretend not to recognize Fu Yue.

"What's the matter, sir?"

The other person raised his hand.

Fu Yue lowered her eyes.

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

Fu Yue recognized that it belonged to her.

But she couldn't figure out why it fell. She had obviously put it away...

"The girl's handkerchief has dropped."

The man's tone was cold, as if he simply picked up the girl's handkerchief and handed it back. After saying such a short sentence, he stopped talking.

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

Fu Yue took the handkerchief and whispered thank you to the other party.

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

Fu Yue: "...Huh?"

Leaving now?

She subconsciously said: "Young master, stay here."

The man turned back and glanced at her with a cold gaze. There was no emotion in his dark jade-like eyes, and his thin red lips were slightly open.

"What's the matter?"

Fu Yue quirked her eyebrows at him, her eyes as beautiful as stars.

Bright and innocent.

"Dare I ask the young master's name?"