Chapter 592 Sitting on the Throne and the Beauty (11)

Fu Yue pinched her eyebrows with a headache and said: "You let me out secretly, don't make it public, Lao Fengjun won't know about this."

The eunuchs headed by Li Fu knelt down one by one, kowtowed to the ground, and cried with pale faces: "Your Majesty, please calm down, the slaves don't dare. Old Fengjun made it clear that you cannot leave Weiyang Palace tonight." Half a step. If the slaves let you out secretly, wouldn't they be looking for death?"

Fu Yue laughed angrily, "I see you are looking for death now."

Li Fu outside the door pretended to be dead: "..."

Just when Fu Yue was about to raise her hand and slap open the closed door, the eunuch Li Fu's voice outside sounded again: "Your Majesty, I have a letter here handwritten by Old Feng Jun. You should read it first before getting angry. It’s not too late!”

Fu Yue suppressed her temper and said, "...then open the door and give me the letter."

There was no movement outside for a while.

Fu Yue: "..."

I'm afraid these eunuchs are really tired of living.

Fu Yue watched as a folded note was tremblingly handed in through the crack under the door.

"..."

Fu Yue felt a heartache in her heart.

Her Majesty the Empress had a dull face, bent down, picked up the note with her white fingertips, picked it up, and opened it.

The delicate and elegant handwriting comes into view.

One eye and ten lines.

Fu Yue's white forehead twitched, her fingers holding the paper slowly tightened, and black air almost appeared all over her body.

The meaning of the letter written by Chu Ning is very clear. Even if it is to save the face of Zhonggong tonight, she must stay in Weiyang Palace.

Fu Yue's rebellious mentality suddenly came up.

Why?

→_→

Why should she, a majestic emperor, be manipulated by others?

See the bottom of this letter.

Fu Yue fell into silence. Chu Ning threatened her every word, as if he would sever the father-daughter relationship with her if she didn't agree.

At this moment.

A slender white hand stretched out in front of Fu Yue and took away the paper in her hand. A cold and magnetic voice sounded in her ears, "Father has told me about this a long time ago, so I just said that Your Majesty You shouldn't have come here... Since you can't leave now, Your Majesty might as well stay and go to bed."

Fu Yue was startled by Wen Xian.

She raised her head and found that this person had walked in front of her at some point, but she didn't notice it at all.

Fu Yue: This is not common sense.

Did you say that in the land of female supremacy, all men are spoiled wives?

Under the moonlight, the man's slightly cold beauty softened a bit. The narrow eyes looking at her were so deep that the expression inside could not be seen clearly, like the surface of a cold and quiet lake.

No ups and downs at all.

Fu Yue hummed, and then her wrist was clasped by a slender, cold hand, which was very strong.

Fu Yue was almost staggered.

Then he was pulled by this person and walked into Weiyang Palace.

Fu Yue: "..."

She shook off Wen Xian's hand, frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Presumptuous."

The other party's expression did not change, it was still the same calm look that did not change even if the mountain collapsed in front of him, and he just retracted his hand lightly.

Wen Xian is very tall.

He is not slender and delicate like the ordinary men in Qi State, but has a slender figure. Standing there gives people a strong sense of oppression. Standing next to Fu Yue, he is half a head taller than her.

Fu Yue stared at him and suddenly said, "What is your name?"