Warning : Providence the Beauty is Driven to Villainy

Wen Xian: "..."

The sentence Fu Yue asked was very heartbreaking. He didn't even know the name of her husband. If Wen Xian had no affection for her, he would have to be fainted with anger.

The attendant next to him heard this.

Almost laughed out loud.

He was stunned, and his body was shaking like a sieve.

The picturesque man in Xueyi opened his thin lips, glanced at Fu Yue coldly, and said, "I am Wenxian."

Fu Yue didn't feel that there was any problem with what she had just asked. She nodded to indicate that she knew, and after dropping a sentence, she stepped into the palace.

"The name is good."

Wen Xian: "..."

He also raised his steps and followed Fu Yue unhurriedly, always keeping a certain distance, appearing to be extremely alienated.

After bathing and washing.

Fu Yue slowly wiped her hair, thinking about Wenxian in her mind, she didn't have a seriousness, she accidentally tore off two strands of hair.

Wen Xian's identity is rather mysterious. There is no description in the original plot. As far as Fu Yue knows, there is no aristocratic family surnamed Qi in the entire Qi capital.

There are rumors in the palace that Fengjun was born in a humble background, but because he saved the life of the first emperor that year, he made a marriage contract with Ji Lan, the prince of the dynasty.

Wen Xian was a few years older than Ji Lan. In this era when women are inferior to men, this situation is relatively rare.

Fu Yue didn't think Wen Xian's identity would be simple. How could her mother, the former king of Qi state, let a young man who had never met be the future Fengjun because of a life-saving grace? This is too unreasonable. Up...

The emperor has always been suspicious.

This makes Fu Yue not doubt Wenxian's true identity.

In addition, Chu Ning has also been matching Ji Lan and Wen Xian, and his attitude is still so firm, which once again aroused Fu Yue's suspicion.

Is Feng Jun, a civilian born, worthy of their help again and again?

...

Fu Yue's long black hair has been wiped half-dry, and it is still slightly moist. It cleverly hangs behind her, with a few strands sticking to her white forehead, giving her face a touch of softness and neutralizing it. The heroic spirit between the eyebrows.

at this time.

The door of the bedroom was pushed open with a creak.

The beauty that walks in the moonlight is as holy as the immortal aloft, and the beauty of hearing the strings is a beauty that does not contaminate the mundane world and makes people unable to bear blasphemy.

He looked straight over.

The sight is shallow, like a fine snow breeze.

Fu Yue, who only wore a thin coat: "..."

Fu Yue stood up instantly, stepped barefoot on the cold ground, frowned, raised his hand slightly to close the open collar, and said, "Why did Feng Jun come in without knocking?"

Wen Xian glanced at her sideways and said, "Knock on the door and you won't let me in."

Fu Yue: "..."

This statement makes sense.

This is really something she can do.

Fu Yue hugged her arms and looked up at the man in Xueyi Wushuang in front of him, with a tired expression: "So, it's so late, is there anything Feng Jun came to see me?"

Hearing the string and cherishing words like gold, he said: "Nature."

He stepped up and walked in the direction of Fu Yue unhurriedly. Unexpectedly, he raised his hand and held her white wrist.

The slender fingers exerted a slight force.

Fu Yue: "???"

As if seeing Fu Yue's doubts, Wen Xian took the initiative to explain.