Warning : Providence the Beauty is Driven to Villainy

Chu Xiange's tone was a little joyful, and she couldn't help but excitement, and even her white porcelain face was a little red, the shy and beautiful boy with red lips and white teeth.

Most people simply can't refuse such beauty attacks.

But is Fu Yue an ordinary person?

The thinking of big brothers has always been different.

The noble and elegant Queen replied straightforwardly, "Well, because you are the best looking one, plus Feng Jun and him—" and compared your portrait with yourself, and there is no scum left on you. Up.

After seeing Wen Xian's face clearly.

The second half of Fu Yue's sentence abruptly stuck in his throat, "???"

The man's face was so dark that it could almost drip.

what happened again?

Wenxian stood up with a cry.

The corners of the dark clothes were like thick ink, vast and mysterious, and the fingers that lined him became whiter, revealing the luster of cold jade, and people couldn't help but want to touch them.

The beauty's cold gaze fell over, and her thin lips uttered the words hard.

"Quit."

After he finished speaking, he heard the string and walked away.

Chu Xiange also looked at Feng Jun, who was not favored in the rumor, a bit of envy crossed his eyes, and it was fleeting.

Whether favored or not.

At least, he is her righteous husband in name.

Chu Xiange tentatively said: "Your Majesty, Feng Jun seems to be angry, would you like to comfort him, don't hurt your feelings..."

The tone is slightly white lotus.

The technique of retreat for advancement is well used.

Just as boys couldn't identify green tea, Fu Yue, who professed to be a master of apprentice, still did not identify the creature like Green Arrow.

Originally, Fu Yue was still thinking about what he had done to make the Buddha angry again. Now he heard what Chu Xiange said.

Fu Yue's temper came up instantly.

The empress stared at the direction where Wen Xian was leaving, her thin lips pulled out a cool curve, and said lightly: "It's not necessary, I and Fengjun are in harmony with each other, so how can we talk about feelings."

Fu Yue's heart was slightly irritable.

No one is pleasing to the eye.

She glanced at Chu Xiange, and then stretched out her hand to pinch the center of her eyebrows, and asked in a calm tone: "You are staying late, do you have something to report to me?"

Chu Xiange knelt down again, as if his lips were soaked with rouge, "Xiange Xinyue, I am willing to serve as a slave, not asking for any status, but only seeking a place by his side."

Suddenly received a wave of affectionate confession.

Fu Yue: "???"

Gangster-like doubts.

The sensitive and suspicious female emperor obviously didn't believe it. She shook her head slightly, as if facing a mischievous child, and smiled slightly: "This is the first time you have seen me, how could you have deep roots in me."

"I don't believe it, I've heard this as a joke, and I won't mention it anymore.

The beauty of the emperor is somewhat sharp.

The words also hit the nail on the head, mercilessly.

Chu Xiange shook his head stubbornly.

The young boy's beautiful eyebrows burst into a smile, and what appeared under his eyes was pure joy, without a trace of impurities.

"Xiange didn't lie."

"My Majesty, Xiange didn't want to enter the palace before. I didn't want to be tied to the deep palace like a bird with broken wings. I even thought about how to lose the election today, but at the moment I saw your Majesty , I changed my mind."

Chu Xiange's brows and eyes are tender.

"I want to accompany your Majesty, even if this choice runs counter to my original belief..."

In the name of love, paint the ground as a prison.

Willing to be a cocoon and walk into this gorgeous prison.