Chapter 633 Sitting on the Land and the Beauty (52)

Just like now.

Fu Yue was sitting in the imperial study room reviewing the memorial when he suddenly became distracted. The langhao pen he held in his hand remained in place for a long time, and the ink stained a large part of the memorial.

She lowered her head and looked at the stained memorial.

"..."

Slap the pen on the table.

It made a loud noise.

The surrounding attendants immediately shrank and lowered their heads, fearing that Fu Yue would find someone to vent his anger on for no reason.

Fu Yue was thinking about Wen Xian.

She didn't know why Wen Xian wanted to kill her, and she didn't know why he stopped at the last moment.

The phrase "Your heart pleases me" was also used by Fu Yue to deceive him.

The result was beyond Fu Yue's expectation.

Unexpectedly, Wen Xian really liked her.

A somewhat complicated look flashed through the empress's narrow eyes, as well as a hint of doubt.

If Wen Xian really wanted to kill her.

Fu Yue knew very well that she could not escape.

As long as the dagger is coated with a layer of poison, or Wen Xian doesn't show mercy and stabs her while she's still awake——

She must die.

This is what Fu Yue is confused about.

Rather than saying that Wen Xian was assassinating her, it was better to say that he seemed to be completing a formalistic mission, and he was still very carefree.

Like playing house.

Fu Yue: "..."

She had some guesses.

Could it be that Wen Xian was a member of a killer organization and had to complete the task of killing her, but he still couldn't do it because he fell in love with her?

I feel that this explanation is a bit pale and too far-fetched.

With this thought.

Fu Yue went to Tianlao alone.

…

Heavenly prison.

It was already late at night, and a pale moon hung alone in the sky. It was obscured by clouds, and the thick ink-like sky was strangely calm.

The moonlight shone brightly.

Through the small window of the cell, it fell on the numb and gray faces of the prisoners.

It was very dark inside the sky jail, and the long corridor had no end in sight. There was a faint light of fire in the distance. If you looked carefully, it was a fire burning in front of the cell.

Cold and wet conditions.

Wen Xian was locked up alone in a relatively neat cell. He sat on a clean straw mat with his back leaning against the wall. His eyes were closed and his lips were pale and bloodless.

Because there is no Fu Yue's will.

The jailer in the sky jail did not make things difficult for him, but instead provided him with good food and drink every day. On the contrary, Wen Xian didn't even use his chopsticks for the food he was served every day, and his expression was obviously haggard.

I had received Fu Yue's palm forcefully before.

Fu Yue didn't tell him to send him an imperial doctor, so Wen Xian's injury kept dragging on like this.

Wen Xian remained silent.

It's more like he wants to die.

At this time, all the jailers outside fainted, and their corpses were lying there, scattered and scattered.

Something feels wrong.

Wen Xian's curled eyelashes moved slightly and slowly opened. Those eyes were always clean and beautiful, but they had lost their former luster and seemed to be heartbroken.

He saw the man in black standing in his cell. The man was wearing a pure black cloak. He could only see that his figure was a little stooped, and the whole person almost seemed to be hidden in the darkness.

The man in black glanced at the medicine he sent to Wen Xian. He didn't touch it at all.

His voice was hoarse and a little high-pitched, and it was hard to describe for a moment. It was a little familiar, but I couldn't tell where it was familiar.

"Lord, what's wrong with you now?"