Warning : Providence the Beauty is Driven to Villainy

Fu Yue was stunned. She didn't expect him to suddenly say such a sentence, and her mind was stuck, and she blinked her eyes in a stunned manner.

"what??"

Then, I didn't expect Yan Jun to repeat it very seriously.

"I'm thinking, Yun Ke will change her heart in the future, will she leave me?"

"Will you?"

His dark eyes stared at her intently, and asked softly.

Fu Yue laughed, she patted Yan Jun's hand, "I won't change her heart."

She chose a compromise.

Yes, I will not change my mind, absolutely not.

But-will you leave? Fu Yue didn't know it herself.

Yan Jun stubbornly continued to ask: "Will that leave me?"

"Yun Ke can't do this, and can't abandon me after I fall in love with you. Otherwise, it's too cruel."

Yan Jun stared at her closely, saying every word.

Fu Yue blinked, she smiled and shook Yan Jun's hand, and said: "You are Yan Jun, the famous Prince Yuan Xian, why would you have such an unconfident idea?"

"Honestly, are you pretending to be someone else!!"

Fu Yue deliberately reached out and pulled Yan Jun's cheek.

Then Yan Jun squeezed the soft fingertips. He pressed his beautiful thin lips and emphasized: "Don't worry about others."

Fu Yue: "..."

Fu Yue waved his hand, "Alright, alright, I won't be kidding you anymore."

She straightened her face and said, "Then I can't say that. After all, birth, old age, sickness, and death, this is not my decision. If something happens to me any day, then..."

Fu Yue did not finish her words.

Her lips were covered by a white and slender hand.

Lifting her eyes, Fu Yue saw the youth's delicate eyebrows with a sullen color, and the cinnabar was even more vivid and fragrant.

"No nonsense."

Fu Yue blinked, her long and narrow phoenix eyes widened slightly, she nodded obediently, indicating that she knew.

This topic is so exposed.

Soon he arrived at the Fuzhong.

Looking at the piece of suspense in front of him, Fu Yue's expression became a little difficult to express. She turned her head to look at Yan Jun, and there was no doubt that she saw a pretty face with some irony.

The young man laughed lowly.

"It seems that my good brother really can't wait to announce my death."

Yan Jun took a step forward, and then as if suddenly remembering something, he turned his head and stretched out a slender hand towards Fu Yue.

"Together we will."

Fu Yue nodded with a smile.

...

Step into your own mourning hall.

The young man has a long body, which scares the people present.

This familiar and stunning face, isn't Prince Yuan Xian who is?

People are alive, this funeral is really ridiculous.

The ministers who came to express their condolences looked at each other, but no one dared to come forward.

The personal **** in front of the emperor tremblingly arrived in front of Yan Jun, thumped and knelt down, with a big white face smiling more ugly than crying, "Hall, your lord, fortunately, you are back alive, otherwise your majesty will be worried. Die. You see, you have been missing for more than half a month. Your Majesty is really worried. Only then did you host this funeral..."

This is really dry.

Also, no matter how clever the **** was, Yan Xuan was really stupid and impulsive in doing this, and he couldn't even quibble.

A young man in plain clothes walked slowly, he glanced at the eunuchs in front of him, and ministers who looked like quail.

Sneered slightly.

"Yan Xuan worried about loneliness?"

"Then let him roll over and see Gu."