Chapter 654 Sitting on the Land and the Beauty (73)

Hearing this, the man's beautiful and delicate face darkened.

She hasn't given up on this plan yet?

Wen Xian decided to ignore her, turned around and walked into the house, muttering to himself: "Where did I put that book last time?"

The ethereal and sweet voice gradually faded away.

Fu Yue: "..."

Come back to me!

Fu Yue was now thinking hard about how to persuade Wen Xian to leave. She never thought that rabbits would bite when they are in a hurry.

near future.

She overturned.

It was thoroughly turned over, and not even a single car panel was leaked out.

(*??????)

An Zixuan was eager to express his sincerity in front of Fu Yue. Taking advantage of the opportunity to go home to visit relatives, An Zixuan sneaked into his mother's study, dug out all the letters between Prime Minister An and some dignitaries, and carried them away in his arms. .

What a good mother.

That night, An Zixuan excitedly sent someone to the Imperial Study Room to invite Fu Yue to Yaohua Palace, saying that he had something important to discuss with her.

Fu Yue didn't want to offend him at first.

But then I thought about it, judging from the surveillance of this person by the secret guards in recent days, maybe An Zixuan might be able to surprise her!

For example, find some evidence for her that the old lady Prime Minister An was unfaithful.

Fu Yue suddenly became interested and waved her hand on the spot, asking the young eunuch to reply to An Zixuan, saying that she would go to Yaohua Palace tonight so that he could get ready.

In fact, what Fu Yue meant was that she would go to An Zixuan's place for dinner tonight and let the people of Yaohua Palace prepare some dishes.

pity.

The minds of those in the harem are really too big.

After the young eunuch returned to Yaohua Palace, he repeated what Fu Yue had just said, and everyone listened.

"!!!"

Everyone knelt down and saluted An Zixuan, their faces filled with joy: "Congratulations, sir, congratulations, sir."

Prepare? what to prepare?

What else could His Majesty mean by preparation?

Of course, get ready for bed!

They originally thought that this master was completely rejected by His Majesty and there would be no chance for him to turn around, but they didn't expect that he would fall back into favor so quickly.

Sure enough, people should not be judged by their appearance!

The faces of the attendants in Yaohua Palace all had expressions of envy.

So much so that Fu Yue, who later overturned her car, still didn't understand. Did she give people the impression that she was very hungry?

It's obviously a normal sentence.

How come it changed after their oral narration?

…

night.

Yaohua Palace.

An Zixuan stood at the door and walked around anxiously, with a look of joy that couldn't be concealed on his face, and murmured: "Why aren't you here yet? What time has it been..."

Fengjian on the side smiled and said: "Seeing that my master is anxious, your majesty must have been delayed by official duties. My master, please sit down and have a rest!"

Although he still couldn't control his excitement, An Zixuan still listened to Fengjian and sat down in his seat.

Suddenly, Fengjian mysteriously brought a bottle of wine and shook it in front of An Zixuan, and then successfully attracted his attention.

An Zixuan asked in confusion: "Fengjian, what is this?"

Fengjian looked mysterious: "This is acacia wine."

An Zixuan was stunned at first, and then he understood immediately. A blush appeared on his pretty face, and he said angrily: "Bad boy, what are you thinking about every day?"

Kazama smiled and said, "Isn't this a good thing for my master and your majesty?"

Although An Zixuan complained about Fengjian, his eyes couldn't stop drifting towards the pot of wine.

My mind started to have wild thoughts.

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Weiyang Palace on the other side.

The attendant stood tremblingly behind Wen Xian and said, "Feng, Lord Feng, Your Majesty turned over An Shijun's sign today."

The words just fell.

The shattering sound of the teacup falling to the ground was crisp and frightening.

A sweet, low-pitched voice sounded.

"Is it?"

Good night, crematorium, crematorium!

Roll over, roll over, roll over!