Warning : Providence the Beauty is Driven to Villainy

One by one crooked melon cracked dates.

He really can't pick it out.

Wen Xian stared at the portraits in his hand, his thin lips pursed in an unpleasant arc, and a suspicion arose in his heart.

Is Ji Lan's taste so heavy?

You have to talk about this?

But when she thinks of An Zixuan's appearance, she can like it... Wen Xian undoubtedly affirmed her conjecture just now, and the air pressure around her body has dropped a bit.

At last.

Wen Xian really picked out a few for Fu Yue.

In the words of the great beauty of Wen Xian, it is barely visible. God knows how disgusting Wen Xian's expression is when she says this.

The man's slender fingers lifted slightly, bent down and brought his face to Fu Yue's face. The distance was very close. As long as she lifted her head slightly, she could touch the man's tall nose, and could almost see his thick and distinct eyelashes. .

Wen Xian pinched Fu Yue's chin directly.

Her Majesty: "??!!!"

She opened her eyes slightly, and many strange thoughts flashed through her mind.

presumptuous!

Lying down...Does this man want to seduce me with a beauty trick?

Are I such a superficial person? How can I be tempted just because of a face, bold, and not let me down your paws, can you pinch my noble chin?

Or--

You, want, want, plot, harm, me, and then seek to seize my throne? ?

Seeing Fu Yue's face changed again and again, Wen Xian read her thoughts strangely. After a while of speechlessness, he tightened his fingers, and a cold and pleasant voice came from Fu Yue's ears.

"I think that few of these men are qualified. If your majesty faces these faces every day... it's better to look in the mirror yourself, so you might feel better."

Fu Yue automatically transformed this passage into Wenxian and praised her for her beauty.

The big brother instantly rejoiced in his heart.

It looked like a cat that had been smoothed, showing a soft belly and making a comfortable purr.

She lifted her chin somewhat proudly, avoided Wen Xian's fingers pinching her chin, touched her stunning little face, and hummed softly, "I know that I am good-looking, but you still have to say it."

Wen Xian: "..."

Ji Lan became a little strange.

Fu Yue commented on the memorial without raising her head, and waved her hand toward Wenxian, "I have something to do. If Fengjun is fine, let's go down. I won't keep you."

This is obviously the rhythm of throwing away when you run out.

Wen Xian's narrow eyes twitched, he took the pictures to the table, and walked out without expression.

Just as Wen Xian's feet were about to step out, the lady emperor's lazy and luxurious voice sounded, with a slight smile, "Don't be absent on the day of the palace election."

Wen Xian almost didn't step on his foot firmly, and the cold and waveless expression on his face could not be maintained. He turned his head and looked at Fu Yue with a cool swish, without a smile and said, "Naturally."

This time it was Fu Yue's turn with a question mark on her face: "???"

I just said casually.

Fengjun don't take it seriously.

...

On the other side, Yaohua Palace.

An Zixuan, who had been in a coma for two days, woke up.

My master has been in a coma for so long, and his majesty has never seen him once. All the servants in Yaohua Palace were extremely cold. Except for a few heartfelt people, they followed An Zixuan, and the others ran away secretly and went to rush. Other masters.

The thin man lying on the bed opened his eyes, his eyes were filled with undisguised resentment, two words blurted out.