Chapter 644 Sitting on the Throne and the Beauty (63)

Wen Xian was startled.

His eyes stared blankly at the empress in front of him, and questions appeared in his mind involuntarily.

very satisfied?

What satisfies him?

Appearance, temperament, or...what?

Wen Xian has always known that his temperament is unlovable, not gentle, not considerate, dull and boring.

Except for this face.

Useless.

Thinking of this, the man's gentle and snow-like eyes dimmed a bit, and a touch of self-disgust emerged in his heart.

The man said to himself: "Your Majesty is very satisfied with him? Why are you satisfied with him?"

Fu Yue didn't feel the low pressure on Wen Xian at all, or she felt it but didn't take it to heart. She nodded and continued: "He Shijun is good at everything, both in appearance and temperament, he is impeccable. How can I be dissatisfied with him?"

Wen Xian said quietly: "I heard that His Majesty summoned him for seven consecutive days?"

Fu Yue: "?"

Slowly type a greeting.

Seven days, what seven days?

Wen Xian continued quietly: "Can your Majesty's body bear the food for seven days..."

Fu Yue: "!!"

The girl understood immediately.

This man actually drove with her? !

The empress raised her hand to cover her red lips, coughed slightly and said: "Of course, I am in my prime of youth, so why can't I bear to say it?"

Wen Xian sneered and said quietly: "It seems that He Shijun is not good at it."

Fu Yue: "..."

Why.

Why did the topic of color come to light while we were chatting?

Fu Yue lowered her face, raised her narrow peach blossom eyes and glanced at Wenxian coldly, "Then Shijun He knows how to be restrained. He thinks about me everywhere, so how can he be willing to torment me?"

The empress said this with a bit of resentment.

After all, she had been brooding over the "seasickness" incident for a long time.

What a shame.

Hearing the accusation in Fu Yue's words, Wen Xian was stunned for a moment, and the two situations instantly appeared in his mind.

Delicate flowers.

Within reach.

Being ravaged by him.

Wen Xian's face turned red strangely, but when he thought that this flower had been peeped by others, it had even been contaminated.

He couldn't help but want to kill that person.

Wen Xian calmly approached Fu Yue step by step. When he could reach out and touch her, he stopped and said, "Your Majesty, today is the fifteenth day."

Fu Yue: "?"

Aha?

After thinking about it for a while, she remembered that there was such a thing as love Gu. Last time in the first grade of junior high school, she was drugged on that day, and then she naturally ended up with him.

So much so that Fu Yue had forgotten that there was such a thing.

"..."

A long, cold hand held her shoulder.

Wen Xian's tone was a bit seductive: "Your Majesty doesn't want to feel so uncomfortable, right?"

Fu Yue took a step back, dodged Wen Xian's hand, then reached out and patted his sleeves coldly, saying: "No need, I can still bear this pain. Compared with the possibility of dying the next day or in the middle of the night, In your hands, I would rather resist."

Fu Yue walked around Wen Xian's body and walked out.

But she didn't expect to be hugged by him.

The man's cold thin lips covered her lips and gave her a shallow kiss.

"sorry Sorry……"

Whispering lowly.

"I did want to kill you before. The idea that I was instilled in me since I was a child is to overthrow your Ji family dynasty and take back this throne."

"But it's true that I fall in love with you now."

"Even if it goes against what I have believed in for many years."

Good night