Chapter 1320 Madam Wants to Be a Widow Every Day (5)

Fu Yue stepped in, glanced at the person lying on the soft couch with her phoenix eyes, and snorted lightly.

"The prince doesn't know that he is getting a wife today?"

Her voice was cold.

Yan Jun put down the letter in his hand, raised his cold white fingertips to his thin lips, and coughed slightly. His eyes were as light as the cold moon, as clean as a cold moon, and there was no emotion in them.

The visitor was wearing a red wedding dress, and Yan Jun guessed her identity effortlessly.

Princess of Nanchu, Chu Yunke.

That is, the newlywed wife who was supposed to get married to him now.

Yan Jun glanced at Fu Yue and lowered his eyelashes.

"Princess, forgive me."

Glancing at the attendants around him, Yan Jun said calmly: "Everyone, please go down."

The attendants naturally and respectfully exited the room, leaving the space to the newlyweds.

The room instantly became deserted.

It was already the beginning of spring, but silver carbon was still burning in the room, which showed how weak the body bones of Prince Yuan Xian were, and he was so afraid of the cold.

"It was not my intention to marry you."

Fu Yue stared at him, "But you never refused."

Yan Jun looked away: "To me, it doesn't matter who I marry."

It was as if she was just a gift given to him by the Emperor of Beiliang at will. It didn't matter whether he liked it or not. Anyway, she just needed to be stuffed in the backyard as a decoration.

Seeing Fu Yue staring at him with unclear meaning, her expression was definitely not good-looking.

Yan Jun's tone softened a bit.

"You and I have not worshiped heaven and earth, nor have we drank the Henu wine, so we cannot be considered a formal couple. I believe the princess also understands my situation. After my death, the princess can choose another husband."

Fu Yue stared at him for a few seconds and laughed.

"The prince is quite generous."

Of course Yan Jun would not think Fu Yue's words were a compliment.

But he doesn't care.

Fu Yue carefully looked at the legendary Prince Yuan Xian in front of him for a long time.

He gave people the impression that he was like an immortal who had fallen into the human world. His eyes were calm and unruffled. Although he was in the world of mortals, he was not contaminated by any of the world's troubles.

Her skin, which was as white as cold jade, was flawless, and her black eyes were so dark that they were bottomless.

His brows and eyes could not be called gentle, but they were not indifferent either. They just revealed a sense of alienation and alienation everywhere.

Fu Yue suddenly laughed.

She really wanted to tear this man's indifferent mask apart and see what kind of heart was hidden under the mask.

She arrived in front of Yan Jun in the blink of an eye. Her steps were steady and she was as light as Yan. It was obvious that she was a martial arts practitioner.

Yan Jun was not surprised, or in other words, he didn't feel that he needed to pay attention to this kind of thing.

Fu Yue glanced at Yan Jun who was lying on the bed. She turned around and took the Hexin wine from the table, poured two glasses, and drank one herself.

Another cup——

Fu Yue brought him to Yan Jun.

The meaning is self-evident.

Yan Jun just glanced at the cup and said, "There is no need to drink it."

Fu Yue's eyes were dim: "Are you going to drink it yourself, or do you want me to feed you?"

"..."

Yan Jun seemed stunned for a moment, but immediately turned away and ignored Fu Yue.

It was obvious that he was getting married today, but he was not wearing a wedding robe, just plain clothes.

Fuyue turned on the air conditioner.

She didn't talk nonsense to Yan Jun. She walked up to the collapse, stretched out her white and jade fingers, grabbed Yan Jun's chin and pulled his head back. She held the wine glass with her other hand and poured it into him. Put it in your mouth.

Yan Jun was choked and coughed. I managed to finish the glass of wine.

Fu Yue clapped her hands and said sarcastic words quietly.

"If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink."

Yan Jun: "..."

Because he coughed so hard, his jade-like cheeks had an abnormal blush.

Probably out of anger.

Jiang Si’s story will be published in a separate episode, so I won’t include it in this book.

This is the last dimension of the mission world (the main plot will follow), and I want to write it well. But I haven’t finished the story line yet. This plane may be a bit long.

Good night