MTL - All The Male Leads Have Blackened-Chapter 60 Indifferent male X mindful female (fourteen)

Cen Simiao leaned on the couch, took the cut fruits from Fenghe's hands, and put them into her mouth, sweet. She has been a bit light-hearted recently, and most of the government affairs are handled by Fu Xuan, so she makes time to rest.

Especially comfortable.

He was talking to Fenghe, and he heard the sound of footsteps outside the palace door quite calmly. He listened carefully but was a little hurried. She looked up, Fu Xuan looked cold, her eyes stared straight at her.

Before waiting for Cen Simiao to speak, he brushed his clothes, his back was straight, and his eyes fell on his knees before saluting. Cen Simiao's eyes were delicate. Although her identity had changed now, Fu Xuan did not let her knees on purpose.

She couldn't help sitting up straight.

Fu Xuan had raised his head, his eyes were as gentle as before, but there was some coldness between his eyebrows, raised his sleeves, and pulled out a stack of white paper: "These are portraits picked out by Zheng, let me bring them to you to see . "

Cen Simiao, don't go over and serve hot tea.

He opened his mouth, closed it again, and chuckled. Cen Simiao drew her eyebrows and blew the mist of heat-dissipating tea. Fu Xuan could not see the slightest anger in her entire body, and her eyes even showed a little affection: "He also said that I would help you to see if it suits your eyes. "

Cen Simiao said.

Fu Xuan passed the portrait, stood up, and sat next to her, especially when she pressed her calf naturally. Her hand strength was not small or small. It was just right: "Is it just said, are we two together for a lifetime? ? "

"How did you lie to me again?"

He looked up with a smile in his eyes.

Cen Simiao took another sip of tea, choked her palms, and pulled the pillow over. Fu Xuan saw it and helped her hand, holding the pillow directly under her.

Thoughtful.

Cen Smiao bent her eyes and sat up instead. She did not lie down anymore, leaned closer to him, and touched his shoulder, which was particularly strong, and her fingertips passed the throat knot intentionally or accidentally.

"I think so, but I can't do this. As an emperor, there must always be a son-in-law. You are special, and we must not have children." She is still not used to saying concubine.

Fu Xuan stopped her lame action, and the smile in her eyes was frozen. Cen Simiao kissed his earlobe softly, and said softly: "Rest assured, I gave birth to the first child and I will leave it to you."

Fu Xuan's jaw tightened, and she felt her throat knotting slowly, numb. His throat moved, his eyes were deep, and he twitched the corners of his mouth, and he laughed out, "You really treat me well."

The next day, Feng He carried the things to wash, the window next to the bed opened, the wind came in, and a stack of portraits on the table happened to be blown.

She hurriedly packed up.

Cen Simiao had already gone up. Fu Xuan was wearing clothes, with buttons in his hands. He heard the wind blowing through the paper and looked up.

He walked over and let Feng He drop.

Feng He froze, and explained, "This one has to be delivered to Master Zheng, if ..."

Fu Xuan grabbed it directly from her, took a look, and tore up all the portraits.

The wind was suddenly shocked, and for a long time he couldn't speak, raised his eyes to see, Fu Xuan's expression was still no waves, and he saw no signs of inbornness.

Feng He opened her mouth: "Why, how can you tear it ..."

Fu Xuan chuckled a smile on his lips: "What about tearing? Now they are portraits, not to mention tearing, it doesn't matter if they burn."

The wind stood still and suddenly felt cold. Looking at the window, Cen Simiao hasn't returned yet. If she knew about it, she would lose her temper and think she would be coaxed.

Those who looked so good were only portraits, but Fu Xuan was with her alive.

In the following days, Cen Simiao gradually let go of her. The court's affairs were all for Fu Xuan to do, and she thought about the harem all day long, and asked a few times from time to time: "How are they preparing?"

Fu Xuan gently comforted: "Always wait for a while, and it's not a trivial matter to put people in the palace."

Then he turned away and sent the people who had come to blame it.

More times, some people start to count. He now has a lot of power in his hands, and has caused people to come, and he has nothing to dare not to listen to. Although Fu Xuan didn't say it explicitly, this attitude is here.

I was afraid that his son's entry into the palace might have gone unnoticed.

Even if you can go in, Fu Xuan pokes there, Cen Simiao is a carer and can take advantage. For a time, most people began to rest their minds, but they were afraid that Fu Xuan would be offended by this incident.

When Fu Xuan dealt with government affairs, he seemed to inadvertently say, "There are so many good men in the city, how can there be no family?"

The people next to him listened in, and immediately started Zhang Luo to kiss his son. Some people are worried about handing in the portrait. If they go to marry again, wouldn't it be a bully.

It's really a dilemma.

Before hesitating for a long time, Fu Xuan began to mobilize the barracks and stood around the palace for one night. That night, the ministers frightened them into thinking that they would change again.

As a result, nothing happened, and Cen Simao didn't even know about it when she went up.

At this moment, everyone has a heart in mind, but I am afraid that what Cen Simiao is doing is simply a decoration. Seeing this scene, Lin Zhitong shook his head, and the two were big enough.

Go directly to Fu Xuan and say you want to resign.

When Fu Xuangang saw him, he bent his eyes, took his resignation, and took a look: "This should be handed over to the emperor as early as possible, what can I do here?"

Lin Zhitong shook his head, smiled and didn't say a word, and said before leaving: "I will marry my daughter-in-law in the next day,"

Fu Xuan looked at his back and chuckled. The person standing next to him had heard of Lin Zhitong long ago, playing a drum in his heart, for fear that the master would get angry and affect them.

Hearing Fu Xuan said, "Pick something from Curry and count it as a gift for him."

Lin Zhitong walked out of the palace door, turned around and glanced at it sooner or later, and changed hands sooner or later. Anyway, I've made enough money, and it's much better to run away and run away than at home.

Cen Simiao's life was extremely quiet. Fenghe was more alert than her. From time to time, she said in her ears what had happened to Fu Xuan.

She listened as she did not.

In fact, I am very happy. If Fu Xuan is now reversed, it is not a difficult thing. It is estimated that it is recent.

Fu Xuan happened to walk in with a smile on her face, holding her especially naturally and talking affectionately. Cen Simiao smiled and responded a few words, and then suddenly turned: "Those people have moved into the harem?"

Fu Xuan's expression remained unchanged, pinching Cen Simiao's broken hair behind her ears, and then pinching her earlobe: "It's coming."

It's coming soon.

Fu Xuan's days of rebellion are getting closer.

In the middle of the night, Cen Simiao was sleeping deeply, and suddenly heard the drums trembled. She woke up suddenly, turned her head around, and no one was nearby. The voice outside was noisy, especially chaotic.

She drew her eyebrows on the bed for a while, and when the hour was approaching, she stood up, put on the dragon robe, and put on the button.

Cen Simao didn't look over, but she was still wearing clothes.

Footsteps were getting closer and closer, and Fu Xuan was wearing cold armor, and the meaning of killing between the eyebrows had not yet dissipated. Seeing Cen Simiao, her eyes were bent.

She raised her eyes, Fu Xuan had walked over and reached out to hug her.

Cen Simiao struggled, her eyes full of hate, Fu Xuan kissed her lips, then some cold fingers covered her eyes, and slowly dropped the dragon robe on her body.

Stand in place without a touch.

Fu Xuan looked carefully, her eyes were full of possessiveness, and her mouth twitched: "Right, OK."

They lied to each other once.

Cen Simiao's face was ugly, and she was struggling, but was hugged by him, her armor was cold, and she couldn't help taking a nap. Fu Xuan raised an eyebrow and took off her clothes.

His movements became fierce again, and he could not wait to break Cen Simiao's waist.

Cen Simiao couldn't help breathing, and the expression of resistance between her eyebrows deepened Fu Xuan's eyes.

Outside the hall, the swords were facing each other, and everyone's panic sounded endlessly.

The emperor changed it several times, and the response was really settled. The people couldn't help secretly talking after the tea, and thought it was a strange thing, which dynasty had such a thing.

Fu Xuan ignored what others were saying, leaving Cen Simiao in the temple for several days regardless of government affairs. Someone urged, he just responded, perfunctory.

That bed hasn't collapsed yet.

Cen Simiao feels like she's about to fall apart. She pinched her thigh, Fu Xuanzheng took food to feed, Cen Simiao smashed the pillow over.

She looked annoyed: "You took the throne, just for this? Don't dangle in front of my eyes, I'm tired of looking long ago."

Fu Xuan said calmly: "No, in order to let you achieve your wish, have a child soon."

Half a month later, Fu Xuan finally started to work in the court, Cen Simiao was able to take a breath, and her waist was sore and soft. No matter how troubled she is, Fu Xuan is at her side, not angry at all.

She frowned.

The system snorted: "Nonsense, how did you get angry with him before, now? At best, it's just a little bit of a fuss, what is he mad at?"

Cen Simiao pondered for a while: "It can be changed, but it's really difficult for him to kill me now."

The system sighed: "What do you want, if there is such a good thing, I can't see the pleasing ai and the task will not fail."

She squinted in the temple, all eunuchs, and she couldn't get out now, how could it stimulate Fu Xuan.

The system was silent for a while, and put a bgm with a light cough, but was a bit shy: "Or else, I try?"

The thigh it holds, adds a new feature to it, temporarily personified.

Cen Simiao was interested.

After the early dynasty ended, Fu Xuan looked a little tired, rubbed his forehead, and the **** next to him asked, "Would you like Yunzhi Hall to have breakfast before passing?"

He went directly to Cen Simiao.

There were many subordinates standing outside the hall, and Fu Xuan frowned for a moment, frowning: "Why did you bother her? They were all kicked out, whoever served her."

The man kneeled on the ground and beg for mercy.

He opened the door of the temple with an unpleasant look and went in, calling Cen Simiao in his mouth, his voice was extremely gentle, and he suddenly stopped. With a somber complexion, he turned his head to look at the curtain, and an ambiguous voice came from behind.