Chapter 660 Sitting on the Land and the Beauty (79)

Prime Minister An's eyes were staring straight at his son, as if he was staring at an sworn enemy.

I will never die with my eyes in peace.

An Zixuan was startled by his mother's eyes, and he subconsciously hid behind Fu Yue, "Your Majesty, if you cut the grass without eradicating the root, it will grow again with the spring breeze... An Cheng is plotting rebellion, so don't spare her members lightly! "

An Zixuan is indeed cruel.

Not only did he kill his own mother, he also wanted to take advantage of the situation to kill his old lover Fu Li.

Fu Yue raised her delicate eyebrows.

"Henchmen?"

When the officials looked at this scene, they could not help but feel deep worries in their hearts, fearing that the fire would burn them. After all, in that situation just now, they did not stand up in front of His Majesty. They all chose neutrality for the sake of protecting themselves, which was really disloyal.

An Zixuan said cruelly: "Yes."

"As far as I know, General Fu's family and my mother have a very close personal relationship——"

The words fell to the ground.

At this time, the overall situation was settled. The sword in the hands of the current emperor was directed at those disloyal and unjust ministers, and one family after another was uprooted.

The wrist of the young emperor.

Iron-blooded and fierce.

As for Fu Li, who succeeded in usurping the throne in her previous life, she was just a cannon fodder who didn't even appear on the scene in this life. She didn't even know until her death how she had angered the emperor.

Butterfly wings flutter.

Everything has changed.

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Just when Fu Yue thought everything had settled.

Changes occur suddenly.

She has been usurped!

Her palace is controlled by others!

Even she herself was placed under house arrest in Chaoyang Palace.

Fu Yue, who just woke up: "..."

She just slept.

Why was he usurped? ? ?

What bastard did that?

Until a certain elegant figure in snow clothes appeared in front of her——

Wen Xian walked in front of Fu Yue with slow and slow steps. He naturally raised his arms and put his arms around her waist and said, "Why don't you sleep a little longer? Aren't you tired after waking up so early?"

Fu Yue pointed at the locked door and the soldiers guarding the door, and asked, "Wen Xian, what do you mean?"

Wen Xian changed the subject, "Are you hungry, Lan'er? I asked the imperial kitchen to stew chicken soup. Do you want to drink some first?"

With that said, he opened the food box on the table, took out a bowl of chicken soup and handed it to Fu Yue.

Fu Yue raised her hand and knocked over the bowl of chicken soup, her eyebrows raised, "I'm asking you something, Wen Xian, didn't you hear it?"

The bowl fell to the ground, and the sound of breaking was heard.

The soup splashed all over the floor.

The smile on Wen Xian's face gradually dissipated, and his eyebrows were condensed, as if covered with a layer of ice and snow. His fingers gently touched the side of Fu Yue's face, and his tone was gentle: "As your Majesty saw, you I’m under house arrest.”

Said.

The man laughed lowly, his voice seductive and hoarse, "Your Majesty, you can't believe that I have deployed a lot of people in both the front court and the harem."

Fu Yue: "..."

Damn, the boat capsized in the gutter.

She didn't realize that this person was so sinister?

A coldness emerged uncontrollably from the bottom of his heart, mixed with murderous intent, and appeared unabashedly on his face.

Fu Yue stepped forward fiercely, stretched out her slender white hands, pinched Wen Xian's slender neck, and said word by word: "You are looking for death."

The strength in her hands was gently removed.

The whole person was hugged by Wen Xian, and Fu Yue's head was pressed on his chest gently and forcefully. The sound that sounded in his ears was like the whisper of a devil, pleasant to the ear.