Chapter 643 Sitting on the Land and the Beauty (62)

But in this country where women are respected.

Men inherently value femininity and beauty, so Wen Xian's move is considered reasonable.

But Fu Yue still felt weird.

Look at Wen Xian like this, how twisted it is.

Fu Yue stared at him so straightly that she almost wrote the words "Is there something wrong with you" on her forehead.

Wen Xian: "..."

Come on, there's no need to ask her if he looks good like this.

You can tell by looking at this woman's reaction.

What an eyesore he looks like now.

Wen Xian had the urge to turn around and leave.

As soon as he moved, he was stopped by Fu Yue.

"stop--"

Wen Xian stood there honestly, the smile on his face was stiff, and his lips pursed into a straight line.

Like a awn on the back.

Fu Yue walked over, looked at Wen Xian with an indescribable look, and said, "How did you end up like this?"

Wen Xian: "..."

Not for you?

Haha, maybe I got water in my head while taking a shower.

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The beauty in snow clothes looked away, without looking into Fu Yue's eyes, and said calmly: "I didn't sleep well last night, and I didn't look good, so I asked someone to put on some makeup for me."

Fu Yue hummed thoughtfully.

I don’t know if I believe it or not.

She continued to ask: "Why did you come to me?"

Wen Xian was not prepared to hide the purpose of his visit this time, and said, "I met someone in the Royal Garden."

Fu Yue: "?"

Wen Xian: "He looks very similar to me. I heard that he is His Majesty's new favorite."

Fu Yue raised her eyebrows, "Yes."

She admitted it simply.

Wen Xian lowered his eyes and stared straight at her, opening and closing his lips: "Why is it him who looks so similar to me? Your Majesty, aren't you afraid that I will misunderstand you?"

Fu Yue: "What's the misunderstanding?"

Wen Xian curled his lips slightly: "I misunderstood that His Majesty liked me, so I found a substitute."

Fu Yue: "..."

Fuck, bad decision.

Fu Yue tried to explain something: "You misunderstood, I really didn't mean this."

Wen Xian smiled: "Your Majesty, there is no need to explain, I understand."

Fu Yue: "..."

You know what a hammer!

Fu Yue raised her slender white porcelain fingers, pressed them slightly against her thin lips, straightened her face, and said: "Fengjun is worried too much. I only favor He Shijun because his beauty is the only one in the harem except Fengjun." The only other choice."

"As for why he is so similar to Feng Jun, I can only say it is a coincidence. There is a similarity between people, so there is nothing strange about it."

Wen Xian: "..."

I do not want to hear.

Wen Xian glanced at Fu Yue and said, "His appearance is not as good as mine."

Although Fu Yue was confused as to why Wen Xian suddenly said such a sentence, he still nodded and said, "Yes, Feng Jun is beautiful and unparalleled in the world."

Wen Xian said naturally: "Then why would your Majesty settle for second best?"

Fu Yue: "?!"

She went over Wen Xian's words in her mind.

This...is what she meant, right?

The empress took two steps back slightly, showed a gentle but indifferent smile to Wen Xian, shook her head and said: "A beauty like Feng Jun is indeed rare, but I can't bear it."

"I don't want to die in my sleep one day at the hands of the person next to me."

Wen Xian's face turned paler.

He once tried to kill her.

There was no way he could deny this.

Fu Yue continued to add fuel to the fire and frantically tested on the edge of "death".

"What's more, I am very satisfied with He Shijun."