Chapter 602 Sitting on the Throne and the Beauty (21)

Li Fu looked completely groveling. It was not that he deliberately looked like this, but facing the legendary Fengjun who was not favored, he felt a little timid for no reason.

Not to mention putting on airs, he didn't dare to look directly into Feng Jun's quiet and peaceful eyes, which were too clean and too cold.

Wen Xian slightly raised his narrow eyes and looked over coldly, "Shijun An?"

He didn't seem to understand who this person was.

Li Fu became even more stooped and smiled, "That's the one from Yaohua Palace, the Lord An Gui who was rejected by His Majesty a few days ago. He has now been demoted."

Wen Xian put the book on the table, supported his head on his wrist, closed his eyes, and curled his eyelashes like a small fan, and said: "What is he here for...forget it, let him come in."

Li Fu originally wanted to persuade Wen Xian to leave An Zixuan out, but when he saw the man's clean and beautiful eyes, he felt that his thoughts were too dirty and despicable.

The eunuch went out angrily.

An Zixuan, who had been waiting outside for a long time, was about to explode. The anger in his heart had almost reached a high point. At this time, he saw Li Fu slowly walking over, resisted the urge to slap him, and managed to squeeze out a smile. .

"How's it going? Did Fengjun let me in?"

Li Fu snorted angrily, flicked the whisk on his arm, "Please, An Shijun."

Perhaps because he disliked An Zixuan for walking too slowly, he urged with some dissatisfaction: "Fengjun is waiting inside, please hurry up."

An Zixuan grasped the key point. At this time, he no longer cared about the eunuch's attitude and asked hurriedly: "Fengjun? Wen Xian? What about Your Majesty? Where have you been?"

Li Fu rolled his eyes, "Your Majesty is overworked and unwell. He hasn't gotten up yet."

This is too suggestive.

Anyway, An Zixuan understood instantly, a blush appeared on his face, and he couldn't help but scold Wen Xian for being shameless, for seducing His Majesty so shamelessly.

He picked up the handkerchief, wiped the sweat from his face, and walked in with his head held high.

An Zixuan is quite confident in himself.

This Feng Jun has never been favored. He must be ugly, otherwise why would His Majesty dislike him so much.

That's right, even though he had been in the palace for so long, An Zixuan had never seen the legendary Feng Jun. In other words, few people in the entire palace had seen Wen Xian's appearance.

How low-key is this Fengjun?

He never attends various banquets, let alone sleeping in the morning and dusk. It is said that he is sick in bed all year round, as if there is no such person in the entire palace.

Soon we arrived at the main hall.

After An Zixuan entered, his eyes were instantly attracted to the man sitting in the main seat.

The man was dressed in snow-colored clothes, with his hair loosely held up by a jade crown. He was dressed in an extremely simple way. If you look closely, you can see that the cuffs of the snow clothes are also embroidered with intricate dark patterns.

Wen Xian was holding his head with his hands. From An Zixuan's angle, he couldn't see his specific appearance. He could only be vaguely seen. His skin was very white. From a distance, it looked like it was covered with snow. of cold.

An Zixuan stood there blankly, not saluting, but looking at Wen Xian without blinking. He looked a little embarrassed at this time, like a funny clown.

Hearing the noise, Wen Xian put down his hand and turned his face slightly.

This face is as beautiful as a fairy.

It was exposed to An Zixuan's eyes without any warning.