Chapter 600 Sitting on the Land and the Beauty (19)

It didn't take long.

The door opened from the inside, and a fragrant and cold fragrance hit the nostrils. This is an intoxicating cold fragrance.

Even Li Fu, a slave, couldn't help but be stunned for a few seconds. After seeing the appearance of the person clearly, a flattering smile immediately appeared on his face, and his body bowed lower and lower.

"My servant Li Fu is here to see Lord Feng. It's getting late. I wonder if Your Majesty is up?"

he asked tentatively.

Wen Xian turned his eyes slightly and glanced at the quiet inner room. His lips opened and closed, and his voice was clear and cold, "I'll call her."

With that said, the beauty in snow clothes turned around and walked inside.

Naturally, it was impossible for Li Fu to follow without a look. He secretly glanced at Wen Xian's back, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes, which could not dissipate for a long time.

This beauty is really like an immortal.

Such a clear and cold temperament, calm and calm, makes people admire him. This is the magnanimity that a Phoenix King of a country should have.

Compared with the one outside, it's really a big difference.

I don't know what Your Majesty had thought before, leaving such a beauty alone in the boudoir, but actually fell in love with that pretentious man An Zixuan.

Li Fu thought quietly in his heart.

Hum╯^╰.

As for An Zixuan, who was waiting outside Weiyang Palace, his face was turning blue and white. Looking at the palace attendants coming and going, they looked at him with looks that seemed to be filled with humiliation and ridicule. An Zixuan was so angry that he was trembling all over, and he was filled with anger. Several people scolded him profusely, but they still shamelessly refused to leave.

After witnessing the warmth and coldness of people in the palace these days, An Zixuan realized one thing. Without the emperor's favor, he would be a piece of grass in the palace that could be trampled on by others.

He touched his face. The sun was now very hot, and the scorching sunlight had melted away the makeup that he had carefully painted on his face. The smell of sweat mixed with powder was very greasy.

An Zixuan's heart skipped a beat.

His current embarrassment is not at all as elegant and cold as usual. If Ji Lan sees him... I don't know if she will dislike him.

If only Fu Yue knew what An Zixuan was thinking.

She must have chuckled.

Then throw a rotten egg at him.

It’s really a toad that wants to eat the swan’s fart!

How can I be something that a mere mortal like you can think of? ?

At this time, Her Majesty the Empress has not yet woken up.

She lay quietly on the soft big bed, her sharp and beautiful eyebrows no longer as sharp as usual. At this time, she actually looked a bit well-behaved, and fell into a deep sleep.

Wen Xian stood at the head of the bed.

He bent down, his long crow-green hair hanging down, and his slender, jade-white fingers held Fu Yue's shoulders and shook them slightly.

"Your Majesty, wake up, it's getting late."

The sound is as cold as the sound of a piano.

Fu Yue muttered, as if she was dissatisfied with being woken up.

She turned over.

Not moving anymore.

His head was buried tightly in the pillow, his long satin-like hair spread across his back, and a slender wrist stretched out from under the quilt. It was white and almost transparent, and you could clearly see the blood vessels with dense traces on them.

It indicates that someone did something good last night.

Wen Xian: "..."

The young man pursed his thin lips, fearing that Fu Yue would be suffocated by him. He raised his hand to pull her, and with a slight force of his fingers, he pulled Fu Yue's head out of the pillow.

Her Majesty the Queen still closed her eyes and allowed the other party to hold her head.

Really... so tired...