Chapter 583 Sitting in the Mountains and Beauties (2)

After retreating.

Fu Yue stood up from the dragon chair, and glanced at the courtiers kneeling opposite him with her long and narrow peach blossom eyes, her delicate and white face was slightly calm, showing neither emotion nor anger.

Exactly what a queen should look like.

Maybe, it can't be said like.

It's that she should be so high above, with thousands of beautiful rivers and mountains under her feet, looking at everything in this world coldly with the attitude of a superior.

...

As soon as Fu Yue walked out of the Golden Luan Hall, a little eunuch with a pale face came up to him with a smile, pinching his pretentious orchid fingers and throat.

"His Majesty--"

The ending sound seemed to be able to linger for three days without a break, which made Fu Yue tremble slightly, and stepped back unconsciously, his hair was about to stand on end.

Fu Yue frowned, and said angrily in a deep voice: "Presumptuous, stand there and don't move, are you eunuch trying to assassinate me?"

She had her hands behind her back, and when her icy eyes swept over her, people couldn't help but feel a chill in their bones.

This is the majesty of the emperor.

Moody, cool to the bone.

The eunuch Wang Xi knelt down with a puff, crying with a big white face, "Oh, my lord, the slave didn't do it on purpose, didn't An Guijun take the initiative to go to Chaoyang Palace to find you, the slave is happy for you !"

The eunuch's words revealed how humble the original owner was to Mr. Angui.

Fu Yue scoffed.

With a casual flick of the wide sleeves, the voice of the empress, as majestic and cold as the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, came out, as sweet as the voice of a fairy.

"I don't see you."

Wang Xi froze in place immediately, he subconsciously went to stop Fu Yue, and persuaded earnestly like an old mother: "Your Majesty, don't be angry with Mr. An Gui, which time you didn't give in first, this slave is Good for you!"

Fu Yue:? ? ?

What is this bullshit An Guijun?

Judging from the attitude of those courtiers and servants towards her just now, it was obvious that Yuan should be an emperor with real power, and he didn't need to act according to anyone's face.

The queen's noble and majestic side face turned slightly, and she glanced coldly at the eunuch, and said cold and cruel words from her delicate red lips, "Let this Mr. Angui go, I don't want to be here Chaoyang Palace saw him."

"A man is just a plaything, and he dares to take Joe with me, who gave him the courage?"

Subconsciously, Wang Xi wanted to persuade Fu Yue, but in the end he just silently lowered his head to the empress's extremely indifferent eyes, knocked his head on the cold ground, and saluted respectfully.

I didn't speak again.

An idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

His Majesty seems to have changed, and now he is more and more like an emperor.

Moody, cold and indifferent.

In the past, His Majesty was obsessed with that Mr. Angui, who was clearly the high-ranking young emperor of Daqi, but in front of that man, he lowered his posture again and again and catered to him everywhere.

Now I saw the majestic and indifferent eyes of the empress.

It is stunningly beautiful, and its brilliance is full of untouchable majesty.

There was only cold mockery, no tenderness, and even a slight killing intent.

A few words gradually surfaced in Wang Xi's heart.

Emperors are ruthless.

He suddenly felt a bit of sympathy for the legendary An Guijun who was arrogant and untainted by mortal mortals.