Chapter 666 Sitting on the Land and the Beauty (85)

"Does Lan'er want to kill me?"

Wen Xian murmured and asked.

The early morning sunlight shone in through the window and shone on Wen Xian's face, seeming to coat him with a golden light. He narrowed his eyes slightly and still stared at Fu Yue stubbornly.

Fu Yue twitched the corners of her lips, "I wish I could chop you up."

The other party was silent.

The beauty's beautiful eyes dimmed for a moment, and finally she said quietly: "I can't die. If I die, you will go find those wild men."

Fu Yue: "..."

What the hell is this guy talking about?

Wen Xian reached out to hold her hand, then threw away the dagger in her hand and coaxed softly: "Daggers are dangerous. It's better for Lan'er to have less contact with such things."

Fu Yue glanced at him coldly.

The reason why she stopped was because of the many spies planted by this person inside and outside Chaoyang Palace.

If she kills Wen Xian.

Believe it or not, if she goes out, she will be shot into a sieve by arrows.

"..."

So frustrating.

There is no one else who has reached the point where she has become an empress.

Just when Fu Yue was thinking in her heart, Wen Xian turned over and pressed her under him, with his long white fingers supporting her sides. Her long dark hair hung down, as shiny and smooth as satin. .

…

really.

Early morning is a bad time.

The flower was torn too hard.

Fu Yue suddenly felt nauseous. She turned her head sideways to avoid Wen Xian's kiss. After pushing him away, she leaned over the bed and retched, but couldn't spit out anything.

Wen Xian's beautiful face darkened suddenly.

His slender fingers slowly clenched, the joints creaked, and his thin lips pressed into a straight line. He stared straight at Fu Yue, with a hint of imperceptible grievance flashing in his eyes.

how?

Do you find him disgusting?

Fu Yue, who didn't know what nonsense Wen Damei was thinking in her mind, successfully took the blame again.

Fu Yue felt dizzy.

Fuck, what happened to her?

Sensing that something was wrong with Fu Yue, her face was extremely pale, and there was dense cold sweat on her forehead. Her whole body curled up into a ball, trembling, and she looked so pitiful.

Wen Xian's expression suddenly changed.

He hurriedly put his arms around her shoulders and raised his voice as if to say: "Tell the imperial doctor."

…

After a period of chaos.

Fu Yue was lying on the bed. Her face was pale and her eyes were closed. The light blue color under her eyes symbolized her haggardness. Her whole body was like a delicate glass doll, the kind that would break if touched.

The imperial doctor was taking her pulse cautiously.

Why was she so frightened? Because someone behind her was looking at her with a murderous gaze.

This pulse.

The imperial doctor's brows furrowed, as if in disbelief.

Wen Xian's heart was also raised, and he asked in a deep voice: "What's wrong?"

After confirming what kind of pulse this was, the imperial doctor's face showed a hint of joy, he saluted Fu Yue and Wen Xian, and said: "A happy event, a great happy event, Your Majesty is happy!"

Fu Yue, who was holding her belly: "???!!!"

Wen Xian: "????"

The atmosphere fell into a strange silence, and even the happy look on the doctor's face could no longer be maintained, and some conjectures gradually emerged in his mind.

Your Majesty and Fengjun, what do you mean?

Fu Yue reacted first. She flicked her sleeves and slapped the bed, saying: "Absurd, how is this possible!"

Her tone was uncharacteristically excited.

As for Wen Xian, he has been petrified and turned into a complete sculpture.

Free on the 15th

Good night