Chapter 593 Sitting on the Land and the Beauty (12)

Wen Xian: "..."

What Fu Yue asked was very heartbreaking. She didn't even know her husband's name. If Wen Xian didn't have any feelings for her, he would have fainted from anger when he heard this.

The attendant nearby heard this.

Almost laughed out loud.

He was stunned because he held it back tightly, and his body was shaking like a sieve.

The picturesque man in snow-clad clothes opened his thin lips, glanced at Fu Yue coldly, and said, "I am Wen Xian."

Fu Yue didn't think there was anything wrong with what she just asked. She nodded to show that she understood. After saying a few words, she walked up to the palace.

"Nice name."

Wen Xian: "..."

He also raised his steps and followed Fu Yue leisurely, always keeping a distance, looking particularly distant.

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After bathing and washing.

Fu Yue wiped her hair slowly, thinking about Wen Xian in her mind. She was careless and accidentally pulled out two hair strands by her.

Wen Xian's identity is relatively mysterious and was not described at all in the original plot. As far as Fu Yue knew, there was no aristocratic family named Wen in the entire Qi capital.

There were rumors in the palace that Feng Jun of the current dynasty was from a humble background, and it was only because he saved the life of the late emperor that he entered into an engagement with Ji Lan, the concubine of the current dynasty.

Wen Xian is several years older than Ji Lan. In this era where women are superior to men, this situation is relatively rare.

Fu Yue didn't think Wen Xian's identity would be simple. How could her mother, the former king of Qi, let a young man she had never met become the future Feng Jun because of a life-saving grace? This was too unreasonable. Already...

Emperors have always been suspicious.

This makes Fu Yue not doubt Wen Xian's true identity.

In addition, Chu Ning has been trying to match up Ji Lan and Wen Xian, and his attitude is still so determined, which once again aroused Fu Yue's suspicion.

Is Fengjun, a commoner born, worthy of their help again and again?

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Fu Yue's long ink-colored hair has been wiped half dry, and is still slightly moist. It hangs down obediently on her back, with a few strands sticking to her fair forehead, adding a bit of softness to her face, neutralizing it. The heroic spirit between the brows.

at this time.

The door to the bedroom was pushed open with a creak.

The beauty who comes walking in the moonlight is as holy as an aloof fairy. The beauty of Wen Xian is a kind of beauty that is not contaminated by the mundane world, and people cannot bear to blaspheme.

He looked straight over.

The sight is light, like fine snow and breeze.

Fu Yue, who was only wearing a thin middle coat: "..."

Fu Yue stood up in an instant, stepped on the cold ground with her bare feet, frowned, raised her hand to slightly pull up her open collar, and said, "Why did Feng Jun come in without knocking on the door?"

Wen Xian glanced sideways at her and said, "Knock on the door and you won't let me in."

Fu Yue: "..."

This makes perfect sense.

This is really something she can do.

Fu Yue folded her arms, looked up at the man in Xueyi Wushuang in front of her, and said with a tired expression: "So, it's so late, why did Feng Jun come to see me?"

Wen Xian cherished the words like gold and said: "Naturally."

He stepped up and walked slowly towards Fu Yue's direction. Unexpectedly, he raised his hand and held her white wrist.

The slender fingers exerted slight force.

Fu Yue: "???"

As if seeing Fu Yue's doubts, Wen Xian took the initiative to explain.