Wedding night.

But it was quiet in the happy room.

A young man and woman sleep on the same bed and cover the same quilt, but they have different thoughts.

Fu Yue raised his eyes and saw the concentric knots hanging from the head of the bed.

Her eyes were in a trance for a moment.

Concentric knots......

married as husband and wife, love is not doubtful.

The corners of her lips tugged at a hint of sarcasm.

Husband and wife?

Scold.

A sneer.

This Prince Yuanxian is not as gentle and harmless as he seems.

It is rumored that Prince Yuanxian was highly poisoned in his body, and his life was not long in coming, and when he was just pouring him wine, Fu Yue took the opportunity to check his pulse.

Yan Jun's pulse is disordered, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, but it is not as poisonous as rumored, and her life is short. Such an unclear pulse is more like an illusion deliberately created to cover up something.

Fu Yue had a bold guess.

Prince Yuanxian, in fact, there is no problem with his body at all.

Could it be that he has been plotting something for so many years?

What kind of big game is this planning?

She was secretly frightened.

Of course, Fu Yue recognized her Xiao Tiantian at first glance, but she also felt the danger in this person at the first glance.

This man is not a good person.

Fu Yue's heart immediately sank, and he kept a few more eyes.

***

Day 2.

According to the usual practice, Yan Jun wanted to take Fu Yue to the palace to meet the new emperor of Beiliang, but due to Yan Jun's special status, he could not go to see his younger brother.

Yan Jun got up early, and she was already dressed and sitting by the window reading a book.

Fu Yue was woken up softly by the maid.

Now she was calm and imposing, sitting in front of the dresser, and letting the maid help her groom and dress. Jiuzhou Chinese

Seeing that there were more and more hairpin rings on his head, the bun began to become heavy.

Fu Yue raised her hand and stopped the maid's next move.

She frowned and looked at her bun.

"Demolished."

The maid asked rhetorically and said, "Ah...... Yes? Demolished? ”

She looked at Fu Yue's face and cautiously tentatively said, "Your Highness is not satisfied with the slave's combed hair?" ”

Fu Yue glanced at her, "Comb it simpler." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt dissatisfied, so she simply ordered: "Forget it, you can just take a red silk and simply tie up my hair." ”

The maid hurriedly knelt down.

"Your Highness, this, this is not in accordance with the rules, you are going to enter the palace to meet Your Majesty, how can you dress up like this, this is a great disrespect to Your Majesty!!"

As she spoke, the maid kowtowed directly to the ground.

The smile on Fu Yue's face had gradually faded.

She glanced at the kowtowing maid and said, "Stop." ”

The maid only kowtowed, and muttered, "Your Highness, you shouldn't be like this. Your Highness forgives ...... sins"

There is a big sense that as long as Fu Yue doesn't agree, she will keep kowtowing.

Fu Yue's eyes sank completely.

Is this, threatening her?

Or are these maids simply the spies arranged by the new emperor of Beiliang in Yanjun's mansion?

"Huh."

The woman in red is as bright as fire, although her face is delicate, but it reveals an unusually cold.

I saw that the maid had knocked out her forehead with blood.

She curled the corners of her lips.

"You should continue to kowtow, maybe I will agree as soon as I am in a good mood."

The attitude is unusually bad.

How dare a little maid do that?

Kidnapping her at the risk of his own life?

Fu Yue smiled.

Plainly, ridiculous.