Chapter 637 Sitting on the Land and the Beauty (56)

The pain in my heart is nothing compared to the extreme pain of heartbreak.

It's obvious that you want to kill me, but I can't hate you. Why do you smile so gently at me...

His body fell softly and his vision gradually blurred.

The raindrops buried everything.

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Awakened in the middle of the night.

Wen Xian's slender fingers were curled up, and his lips were so white that there was no trace of blood. Thinking of the terrible dream just now, his nerves became tense and his mind ached a little.

He is not afraid of death.

But I'm afraid of losing her.

Although I have never kept this wind-like light, it seems I have lost her thousands of times...

Wen Xian smiled self-deprecatingly.

The black hair hanging down fell to the ground softly, as shiny and smooth as silk. Even if it was covered with dust on the ground, Wen Xian didn't care about it even though the mysophobia was so serious.

the next day.

Fu Yue actually sent someone to Tianlao to bring Wen Xian back to Weiyang Palace, and also sent an imperial doctor to treat him well.

This move of the empress caused quite a stir in the harem.

Many people are secretly speculating.

Could it be that His Majesty's move means that this Feng Jun will regain his favor?

However, after waiting anxiously for two days, the empress did not say anything. Since Wen Xian came out of the prison, Fu Yue had not visited Weiyang Palace once.

This made the people in the harem even more confused.

…

The days seemed to pass uneventfully.

This day.

The Minister of Civil Affairs came to the imperial study to report the matter to Fu Yue. He rambled on a lot but didn't get to the topic until Fu Yue became slightly impatient.

The Minister of Staff then smiled hypocritically, bent down and saluted Fu Yue, took out a thin piece of paper from his sleeve, and handed it to her respectfully.

"The veteran recommends someone to Your Majesty."

This He Yuhua's meaning couldn't be more obvious. The empress' delicate brows frowned slightly and her lips were pulled into a straight line.

"No need."

The Minister of Civil Affairs bent his waist even lower and said, "I dare you, my Majesty. It's not too late to ask Your Majesty to take a look at it and think about it again!"

Fu Yue glanced at her coldly, then waved her hand for Li Fu to pick up the piece of paper. His lips opened and closed, and the words he spat out made people feel a little scared, "Shilang He, your hand is stretched too long. If this happens, If you can't satisfy me, you have to worry about the black yarn on your head."

Li Fu ran over, took the paper from He Yuhua's hand, and handed it to Fu Yue.

Hear the words.

The Minister of Civil Affairs' heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but panic. But he quickly calmed down and said respectfully: "Your Majesty will know after seeing it."

Unfold the thin piece of paper.

When Fu Yue saw this face clearly, her eyes suddenly shrank, and surprise flashed deep in her pupils.

Visible.

It is a beautiful young face, with bright eyes and white teeth, and every stroke is just right. Of course, what surprised Fu Yue was that this young man looked 67% similar to Wen Xian.

Especially between the eyebrows.

Fu Yue was in a daze.

"..."

The empress' fair and beautiful face instantly sank. She raised her eyes and glanced at He Yuhua, catching a successful smile on the corner of the minister's mouth. Fu Yue understood this person's little thoughts.

He Yuhua's hand stretched a bit too long.

A sharp coldness flashed across Fu Yue's eyes.

It's time to knock...

However, after looking at the portrait again, some thoughts suddenly flashed through Fu Yue's mind, making her swallow her words.