Chapter 629 Sitting on the Throne and the Beauty (48)

Seeing Wen Xian dodge, several imperial guards glanced at the man who was like a banished immortal with some embarrassment. They did not dare to go up and forcibly hold him, and then turned to look at Fu Yue with questioning eyes.

The empress waved her hands lightly, and a sweet and cold voice sounded.

"Take him down."

Wen Xian didn't resist at all, so he surrendered and followed them down obediently. This made the two guardsmen breathe a sigh of relief and secretly wiped the sweat from their foreheads.

This is something between His Majesty and Feng Jun.

As subordinates, the less involved they are, the better.

Feng Jun is so beautiful and stunning that even rough guys like them can't help but blush when they look at her, let alone His Majesty...

Now His Majesty was so angry that he ordered him to be imprisoned, but what happened between the couple could not be explained clearly in just a few words.

Maybe one day His Majesty will forgive Feng Jun. If they offend him now, won't they be dead by then?

so.

Can't offend, can't offend.

…

Wen Xian's steps were a little frivolous, his face was pale and ugly, and his lips were slightly blue, probably because of Fu Yue's palm.

Only those beautiful eyes were as dark as ink, with a hint of sadness in them.

Before leaving, he stared at Fu Yue quietly for several seconds.

The eyes are complicated.

Fu Yue never looked at him, her slightly pursed lips and downcast expression showed her impatience.

"Fengjun, you'd better wait with me and don't make His Majesty angry again..."

Still being urged by the two guards, Wen Xian walked away.

Wait until Wen Xian leaves.

Fu Yue, who was sitting on the chair, raised her eyes slightly, and the slight tingling sensation on her neck brought her back to her senses.

"hiss--"

The dagger just scratched her neck, which showed that Wen Xian really wanted to kill her, but he couldn't do it in the end.

Fu Yue scoffed, and uttered two words from her thin lips: "Idiot."

He couldn't even kill a single person.

Although he scolded Wenxian and scorned his actions, Fu Yue's mind was still quite confused at this time.

She doesn't seem to know how to deal with Wen Xian at the moment...

The severe pain in his hand was numb, because Fu Yue was always holding his fingers, so the blood dripped slower, but the blood overflowed and deposited on his sleeves. The large area stained red was still shocking to see.

Li Fu, who had just left, soon led a group of people from Tai Hospital in. The momentum was so great that Fu Yue once thought he was about to die.

"..."

The old eunuch was crying with tears in his eyes. He stood beside Fu Yue, looking at her bloody hand and mumbling, "Oh, my lord, how painful it must be to bleed so much." So bloody... If Lao Fengjun finds out, he will be heartbroken to death!"

Fu Yue was so noisy that her brain hurt.

"Shut up, why are you crying? I'm not dead yet!"

Li Fu's crying stopped suddenly: "..."

Your Majesty, I care about you! !

Why are you so fierce? ? ?

Fu Yue supported her head with her uninjured hand, closed her eyes slightly, and spread out her other hand to let the imperial doctor clean the wound and apply medicine to bandage it.

The water in the basin placed below quickly turned red, which was shocking to see.

Fu Yue's face looked a bit tired, and the air pressure around her body was so low that the hands of the imperial doctor who bandaged her were trembling, for fear of offending the furious emperor.