Fu Yue looked at Yan Jun with complicated eyes, her lips opened, as if she wanted to say something, but she held back, and finally lowered her thick eyelashes and chose not to say a word.

There is no explanation.

Yan Jun walked over slowly, and when he was three feet away from Fu Yue, he stopped.

He asked in a very soft voice.

"Don't you explain? Yunke. ”

The man's voice was still gentle, but Fu Yue could hear the trembling hidden beneath the calm.

He was scared.

Too, begging.

"As long as you explain, I believe whatever it is, Yunke, tell me, it's just a misunderstanding."

"As long as you explain."

Yan Jun repeated, these words, the meaning of pleading is already very heavy.

The white bamboo next to him was eager to go underground.

She's just a little maid.

Will His Majesty kill her (; ′????? `)

Bai Zhu raised her head tremblingly and glanced at Yan Jun, and then she saw that the emperor who was high above them in Beiliang was in front of people for the first time, and the corners of her eyes were red.

Your Majesty, crying?

“……”

Yan Jun grabbed Fu Yue's shoulder, his fingers gradually tightened, his bones turned white, and his star-like beautiful eyes flashed stubbornness and a little grievance at this time.

"You all go down."

His voice rang out again.

The palace maids and eunuchs were pardoned, and they fled one by one and left the palace. Before Bai Zhu withdrew, he glanced at Fu Yue and Yan Jun with some concern.

She had a hunch.

The contradiction between His Majesty and Niangniang this time is estimated to be very big......

Forget it, this is not something that she can influence as a little palace maid.

There were only two people left in the main hall.

This newlywed couple, facing each other in pairs.

The atmosphere gradually became solemn.

Fu Yue knew that this was a good time.

Yan Jun misunderstood her.

Perhaps, she could use this to propose...... and off.

Thinking of this, Fu Yue took the initiative to speak: "Didn't Your Majesty want to hear my explanation?" ”

She walked to the table, took the initiative to pour a cup of tea for Yan Jun, and then glanced back at the young emperor not far away, and smiled.

"Your Majesty is here."

"I'll explain it to you one by one."

Yan Jun inexplicably felt an urge to escape, but he still held back, his Adam's apple rolled a little, he walked slowly over, and then lifted the ink-colored dragon robe and sat down on the chair.

His dark eyes stared straight at Fu Yue, waiting for her answer.

Fu Yue looked back calmly.

Said word by word: "In my heart, you are the emperor of Beiliang and my husband." ”

"But that's about it."

Yan Jun's pupils shrank, and his voice was a little hoarse: "...... What do you mean? ”

Fu Yue looked away.

"Yan Jun, I have never regarded you as my lover."

"In other words, I don't love you at all."

Bordering on coldness.

The teacup in Yan Jun's hand had almost been crushed by him, but it was only for a moment, and he quickly returned to his usual appearance.

He stared at Fu Yue's eyes and slowly said these two words: "It's okay." ”

"I have a whole life waiting for you to fall in love with me. I'll wait. ”

Fu Yue suddenly laughed.

"But what if I don't want to wait?"

Yan Jun's lips instantly tightened.

"It wasn't my intention to marry you in the first place, Nanchu was defeated, so I had no choice but to be close to Beiliang, we were a mistake from the beginning."

"Now that you have ascended the throne, the poison on your body has been cured."

"Yan Jun, you don't need me anymore."

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