Chapter 609 Sitting on the Land and the Beauty (28)

One by one, the melons are crooked and the dates are cracked.

He really couldn't pick one.

Wen Xian stared at the portraits in his hands, his thin lips curled into an unhappy arc, and a suspicion arose in his heart.

Is Ji Lan’s taste so strong?

Is it okay to say this?

But when she thought about An Zixuan, she could like him... Wen Xian confirmed his suspicion just now without a doubt, and the air pressure around him dropped a bit.

at last.

Wen Xian actually picked out a few for Fu Yue.

In Wen Damei's words, it was barely enough to catch the eye. God knows how disgusted Wen Xian's expression was when he said this.

The man's slender fingers were slightly raised, and he bent down and put his face in front of Fu Yue. The distance was very close. As long as she raised her head slightly, she could touch the man's tall nose, and she could almost see his thick and well-defined eyelashes. .

Wen Xian directly pinched Fu Yue's chin.

Her Majesty the Empress: "??!!"

She opened her eyes slightly, and many strange thoughts flashed through her mind.

presumptuous!

Wow, wow, wow...is this man trying to seduce me with a beauty trap?

Am I such a superficial person? How could I be tempted just because of my face? If you are bold, why don't you put down your paw for me? Can you pinch my noble chin?

Or--

You want to plot to harm me, and then plot to seize my throne? ?

Seeing Fu Yue's face changing again and again, Wen Xian strangely understood her thoughts. After a moment of silence, he tightened his fingers and a cold and sweet voice came to Fu Yue's ears.

"I feel that very few of the men running for election are qualified. If Your Majesty faces these faces every day... you might as well look yourself in the mirror. That might make you feel better."

Fu Yue automatically transformed this sentence into Wen Xian praising her for her beauty.

The boss was instantly delighted.

It looked like a cat that had been smoothed down, with its soft belly exposed and purring comfortably.

She raised her chin a little arrogantly, avoided Wen Xian's fingers pinching her chin, touched her stunning little face, and hummed softly: "I know I'm good-looking, and you don't have to tell me that."

Wen Xian: "..."

Ji Lan became a little strange.

Fu Yue approved the memorial without raising his head and waved his hand towards Wen Xian, "I still have something to do. If Fengjun is fine, please go down first. I won't keep you here."

This is obviously the rhythm of throwing away after use.

Wen Xian's narrow eyes twitched, he slapped the portraits on the table and walked out expressionlessly.

Just when Wen Xian's foot was about to step out, the empress' lazy and luxurious voice sounded, with a slight smile, "On the day of the palace election, Feng Jun must not be absent."

Wen Xian almost lost his footing, and could not maintain the cold expression on his face. He turned around and glanced at Fu Yue, and said with a soft smile: "Of course."

This time it was Fu Yue's turn to have questions on her face: "???"

I just said it casually.

Fengjun, don’t take it seriously.

…

On the other side, Yaohua Palace.

An Zixuan woke up after being in a coma for two days.

My master has been in a coma for so long, and His Majesty has not even visited him once. All the palace attendants in Yaohua Palace were extremely disappointed. Except for a few sincere ones who still followed An Zixuan, the others ran away secretly and went to seek refuge with him. Other masters.

The thin man lying on the bed opened his eyes, with undisguised resentment in his eyes, and blurted out two words.