All The Male Leads Have Blackened

"You have to let him kill you."

Cen Simiao, who was flipping through the roster of candidates for the harem, had a hand in her arms and almost fell to the ground. The system was very calm, afraid she didn't hear it and said it again.

On the square table of mahogany, Fu Xuan put a cup of tea and glanced at what Cen Simiao was holding. She hid hidden subconsciously, and Fu Xuan looked away coldly, her eyes lashed, and then drew the corner of her mouth: "Drink tea to moisten her throat."

Especially gentle.

Cen Simiao felt more and more panicked.

Think about what the system said just now. It is not difficult to let Fu Xuan kill her. Cen Simao wondered why he had to die like this.

The system was silent, and for a long time, it worked hard to adjust an emotional value.

The new program, ai without thigh support does not have this function at all.

"We let the male lead counterattack and indirectly eliminate the negative emotions in their hearts. But you see, Fu Xuan's negative emotions for you are over the red line, what does this mean? He just ascended the throne and did not lose his breath. It ca n’t be done. So many negative emotions can only be eliminated by killing you with your own hands. "

Cen Simiao took a sip of hot tea, almost burning, and was particularly irritable. When talking to the system, she unconsciously brought a bit of anger: "Did you download the plug-in again?

The system suddenly felt wronged and unhappy: "You bullshit! This was revealed to me by my new thigh, otherwise the world will be in vain. If you don't boast about me, you will be wronged!"

Cen Simiao took another sip of tea.

This world is so strange.

Seeing that she no longer flipped, Fu Xuan sat opposite and asked softly, "But I feel it's boring, just give this thing to Fenghe and take it back."

Cen Simiao frowned, and rouge smeared on her lips, red and seductive: "Okay, listen to you."

Fu Xuan's eyes were surprised, her tight body relaxed slightly, staring at Cen Simiao for a moment, a smile appeared on her face.

Lin Zhitong was not introduced into the palace again. Cen Simiao appreciated him as an official, enough to stand up at home, eat or drink every day.

The book boy waiting next to me sometimes mentioned: "How well, the palace will not send someone to pick it up."

Lin Zhitong knocked on his head with a folding fan: "I do n’t enter the palace, I hug from left to right, when I enter the palace, I will wait for someone to serve. Which one is moist?"

The schoolboy rubbed the place where he was beaten, still some do not understand.

The ceremony has been held, and Cen Simiao has become the emperor, and unlike the previous emperor, she has real power. Wouldn't it be more comfortable for a little official if she was by her side.

Think a lot like book boys.

At least some of the ministers in the DPRK moved their minds and let Feng He present the roster a few days ago. He heard the news from the palace and said that he was quite satisfied. It was just that the ascension ceremony had just passed and it was really busy.

Let them prepare the portrait first.

For Cen Simiao to choose.

Being an emperor is really different. You have to get up every day when it is not dawn, wash it, put on a robe, and you ca n’t even care about eating, so you have to go early.

Fu Xuan carefully served her to wear clothes.

The first time he saw Cen Simiao coming back from the hall in a dragon robe, he froze for a long while, and kept silent for a while. At night, Cen Simiao asked him to help change the clothes and just unbuttoned it.

Fu Xuan was wrong.

He hasn't been moving, staring at the five-pronged golden dragon above. The embroidery of this dragon robe is particularly exquisite. It looks domineering when worn on the body. Cen Simiao always has a charming charm, and a little coldness after wearing it.

But it feels even more repulsive.

Fu Xuan stopped moving, glanced at Cen Simiao, her lips squeezed tightly, and suddenly hugged her horizontally and fell to the bed together.

This night was especially crazy, and Ceng Simiao's thigh hurt. No matter how she pushed away, Fu Xuan acted as if she didn't notice it. The emotions at the bottom of his heart surged into his eyebrows, like a deep well, without looking to the bottom, accidentally sinking into it.

The next day, Cen Simiao had to go to the early dynasty.

Fu Xuan dressed her obediently, she could not see the madness at night, especially thoughtful. Cen Simiao came back down, her legs were a little embarrassed, for fear that he would become nervous again.

Fortunately, only once.

He restrained very well.

Feng He secretly sent a portrait to Cen Simiao, no longer daring to speak as before. Fu Xuan has recently been favored in front of Cen Simiao. Although she was not happy, she did not dare to say anything.

Cen Simao intentionally concealed, and she could only do so. I had to pick a few more good ones, looking forward to Cen Simiao's early empathy.

She folded the portrait and put it in her sleeve. As a result, she saw that Cen Simiao was reviewing the memorial. Fu Xuan looked at it, and sometimes she put it in front of herself to approve it.

Fenghe gritted his teeth.

When looking at the portrait, she picked a time when Fu Xuan was absent. Cen Simiao looked at it one by one. She looked so good. She looked at her heart.

With his eyes narrowed, he picked a few, and Feng He was happy, and he was ready to ask if he would send them over tonight, but he heard: "These people, let the artist draw some pictures to see if the differences are too great."

After finishing talking, Cen Simiao glanced at the window, paused, and continued, "The portrait will never be sent to me again, and it will be left to Master Zheng."

Feng He rushed to do it, for fear of being late.

Fu Xuan was caught in the drum, and he has been feeling a lot better recently. Cen Simiao has not reproduced any moths, and never sees any other man. His eyes were dark and he began to think about things.

Looking at the memorial on the table, Cen Simiao was lazy. He helped with the review, but suddenly pursed his lips, his expression was a little low, and he said that he was tired and wanted to rest first.

Cen Smiao froze, wondering.

He rarely waited for Cen Simiao to respond, went straight to bed, and looked pitiful in the back. Cen Simiao retracted her gaze, lowered her pen, and snorted.

When she lay down on the bed, Fu Xuan had closed her eyes and felt Cen Simao come up, then turned her back to her.

For a few days, he became aloof and alienated.

Cen Simiao didn't realize it.

There was a little imperceptible anger between Fu Xuanmei. For so many days, the two of them have never been close, but Cen Simiao is just like nothing else, and he is gradually accumulating anger.

In the evening, Cen Simao had just lay down, Fu Xuan came over, and with a constant sobbing, she was breathing quickly, especially comforted by the waiter. When he was about to lose his mind, he stopped suddenly.

Cen Simiao frowned, showing a little discomfort.

Fu Xuancai moved gently, but it was even more unbearable. There was a fine sweat on his forehead, and his expression was especially struggling. Cen Simiao's legs were wrapped around his waist, and her ears were full of charming voice.

After suffering for a long time, both of them couldn't bear it, he took a breath, and whispered, "I've been in the temple all the time, it's really boring."

Cen Simiao secretly bit her tongue.

The next day, he was given an official post and went to work in the court. This sentence can be considered to have come out. Cen Simiao let him get in touch with government affairs, and also talked about some court affairs. After laying such a long time, it was not wasted.

Fenghe's face is getting ugly. What is it called?

I wanted to give Cen Simiao a little talk, but hesitated too much, afraid of being scolded, so I had to urge the artist to finish the work and finish the portrait.

Fu Xuan's official powers are not small, and they are particularly lively. It seems that he only cares about one place, but many things have to pass through his hands. If the foundation of the court is stable, this is not a problem, but now it is the time of turbulence, and it is not difficult for him to have a rebellious heart.

Many eyes of the court are staring at him, but Fu Xuan has always been orderly, very calm, especially dedicated.

Cen Simiao thought that he was pretending, and he simply took over the military power and handed it over to him. Fu Xuan did not blend in at all, and he handled it extremely sharply.

Cen Simao pondered for a long time, guessing that he was afraid she was trying, he had to change his method, decentralize the power little by little, and then gave the matter to Fu Xuan.

He's still the same as before, without any exception.

Cen Simiao is a little dumbfounded. How did Fu Xuan become like this, and she really didn't want to rebel?

He was busy with government affairs, and he didn't forget Cen Simiao, thinking that Fa Zi was tired of her, fearing that she would be dissatisfied and more tender and considerate.

Now sitting on the couch, rubbing Cen Simiao's feet, with a distressed tone, and some blame: "Why is it still a child's heart, although the garden has a good view, how can you spend the afternoon hanging around like this? . "

Cen Simiao casually answered.

Then he heard him sigh.

Cen Simiao raised her eyes, Fu Xuan's eyes were drooping, and the whole person was particularly obedient. She kicked his hand. Fu Xuan looked up at her.

Cen Simiao's eyes were tender and sweet: "Why are you so good, let's be together forever."

Fu Xuan's eyes bent: "Okay, we two."

In the afternoon, he started busy with government affairs, and Fu Xuan dealt with it with all his heart. He was so anxious that he even sent a few people to Lord Zheng to pick things up, but he returned empty-handed.

He was cold and domineering, with serious brows in his eyebrows: "You are so useless that you can't do anything trivial."

Immediately went over in person, and Lord Zheng was still busy, working at his desk. Fu Xuan greeted him and looked closer, all of them were portraits, and the table was about to spread.

Beautiful man in various poses.

Master Zheng wiped his sweat: "You just happened to come here, know what she likes, and pick for me, but I will be the master of the harem."