Chapter 663 Sitting on the Land and the Beauty (82)

Just when the attendant thought he was dead, Wen Xian slowly opened his mouth and spit out two words from his thin lips: "Go down."

The attendants withdrew as if they were being pardoned.

It wasn't until he left the main hall of Chaoyang Palace that the attendant breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his sleeves and wiped the dense cold sweat on his forehead, exhaling a breath of thick air.

Fengjun is really terrible.

Thinking that the always aloof woman had now fallen into this state, the attendant felt a touch of pity for Fu Yue in his heart.

Feng Jun is too controlling.

This kind of love is suffocating.

…

Wen Xian put down the chopsticks he was holding, and the chopsticks hit the plate with a slight sound.

The surrounding palace attendants trembled violently.

What happened to Fengjun?

After a long time, a cold and clear voice sounded.

"Everyone, go down."

When only Wen Xian and Fu Yue were left in the main hall.

Only then did a smile appear on Wen Xian's face.

He lowered his eyelashes and held a bowl in his hand to fill it with soup. He talked to Fu Yue, "I stewed the soup today. Lan'er will like to drink it."

Fu Yue hummed obediently.

Wen Xian's eyes were blank for a moment, and he felt lost in his heart. He murmured: "If only you were really so good..."

System 677 in space: [……]

Tongzi, who was holding God's script, felt bad in his heart.

Master Tiandao has made a great death in this plane! !

He actually forcibly suppressed the host's consciousness and made her fall into a deep sleep. If the host recovers his memory by then... the picture is so beautiful that Tongzi said he dare not look at it.

Therefore, System 677 tried to awaken Fu Yue's consciousness.

once.

twice.

…

System 677 gave up.

The two big brothers can have fun with each other as they like, and they won't be there for a little boy!

It doesn't deserve it!

*

In the Jinluan Palace.

Wen Xian changed into a robe as dark as ink, and his hair was tied up with a jade crown. His face was extremely pale, and his appearance was so outstanding that people couldn't take their eyes away.

The midnight is like ink, the moonlight is windy and frosty.

He was very tall, with a long body standing in front of the dragon chair. His aura was no longer the usual indifferent and peaceful manner, but almost sharp and threatening.

Wen Xian looked at the kneeling officials below and said, "What do you want from me?"

All the ministers looked at each other.

They already knew that this man was the prince of the previous dynasty, the only bloodline of the Wen dynasty.

From the beginning, this group of ministers would rather die than give in. In the end, they were frightened by the threat from Wen Xian's subordinates to their whole family. Now they are like quails, not daring to complain.

Except for a few loyal ministers who were still cursing there.

"Wen Xian, you rebellious minister and traitor, His Majesty has treated you well, but now you have committed a crime below, which is so treasonous, you beast!!"

"Lord Zhang, why bother talking to such a remnant of the previous dynasty? We are loyal to His Majesty and will never surrender to you. We would rather die than surrender! Now we are spilling blood three feet away to repay the kindness of the late Emperor!"

As he said this, a strong-tempered minister held a jade wat in his hand and hit the pillar straight up. This posture showed a certain death mentality.

"Master Shi!!"

Wen Xian frowned slightly and waved in the direction of the minister.

Immediately, a secret guard went up to rescue the minister with great eyesight.

The minister named Lord Shi was rescued and then fell to the ground hard. She still glared at Wen Xian.

"You traitors! Damn it!"