These stupid words made Fu Chen's eyes widen.

Zhao Yue looked at Luo Chen's somewhat tense appearance and couldn't help but burst out laughing. She hurriedly covered her mouth, which made Luo Chen turn his face in confusion, and looked at the trembling shoulders and laughing in surprise.

Fu Chen's brows gradually frowned, his voice a little dull: "I haven't seen you for a few days, but I can't recognize me?"

Hearing his slow words, Luo Chen looked him up and down seriously.

Although he looks so beautiful and never saw such an outstanding man in his memory, the golden cloud pattern clothes, the ultimate tailoring, exquisite and beautiful cloud pattern patterns, and the satin texture like clouds and mist are truly what only cloud brocade and colorful skirts can look like.

Combined with the words he hadn't seen before in a few days, Luo Chen's face became even more ugly.

The situation in front of me is really in line with the saying, "Shi Shi should treat each other with admiration for three days." But in fact, treating each other with admiration is no longer enough to express the shock in Luo Chen's heart. It simply requires a change of eyes.

"This, are you Brother Fu Chen?"

After a long time, he finally shouted out incredible ways.

Fu Chen looked at his look as if he was a ghost, snorted coldly, put his hands on his chest, and frowned.

"You, you, I can't recognize you!" Luo Chen's expression gradually turned into a somewhat sad look. He turned his head to look at Zhao Yue who had just smiled and was filled with the meaning of asking for help.

Zhao Yue waved his hand: "I received your master's words. Go back. I have been tired after a day of hard work and I am going to rest."

It was like catching a life-saving straw, Luo Chen hurriedly said yes, and ran out of the yard, and slammed the door of the yard and closed it.

It was not until the door was closed for a while that Fu Chen's frowning brow stretched a little, and he laughed like a self-deprecatingly.

"I said before that you look a bit too outstanding and very eye-catching." Zhao Yue sat on the stone bench beside her, took out an orange from her cuff, pried it apart, and stuffed it into her mouth.

"How can I be worthy of last moon?"

He was not slow and calm, but he was almost calm, but with an inexplicable ambiguous atmosphere, the entire yard suddenly felt a smell of peach blossoms.

When Zhao Yue stuffed the orange's hand, she stopped there in embarrassment, and the orange petal happened to stop on her lips.

Looking at her stunned look, she was slightly stunned. A drop of orange water was pouring out along her lips and was about to drip on the stone table. Fu Chen raised his hand, pressed the orange into her mouth, and wiped the orange juice with his thumb.

Then, in front of Zhao Yue, he gently stroked the thumb with orange juice along his lower lip.

Although the late winter has passed, early spring is not far away, and the small yard is no longer as cold as before, Zhaoyue only feels a heat on her cheeks, and she thinks it is the deep spring and summer so she is so anxious.

Fu Chen glanced at her stupid look from the corner of his eyes, and his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a little smile.

She lowered her head, opened the orange petal in her hand a small piece, and muttered it into her mouth: "It seems like I promised you."

While laughing, Fu Chen took the remaining orange in her hand: "Yue'er forgot that you have a marriage contract with the ancient emperor."

"Oh, that's my excuse for Fusang, temporary..."

Before she finished speaking, Fu Chen forced a petal of orange into her mouth. She pouted with dissatisfaction and ate the petal of orange into her stomach.

"If you say something, you have to be responsible." He smiled faintly, "or is Yue'er waiting for me to take the initiative?"

Take the initiative?

What to take precedence?

Zhao Yue subconsciously stunned for a moment, her eyes widened, and she took his sentence first and left and right in her head many times. She remembered the deep kiss he pressed into the room the day before yesterday. In an instant, the atmosphere became even more dangerous, and even the temperature around her increased, making her cheeks feel hotter.

Take the initiative, then in other words, isn’t it just cooking raw rice?!

She was slightly amazed, looking at the man who was smiling in front of her, staring at her and waiting for her to answer, raised her hand and knocked on the table, and said stutteringly: "Hey, hey, hey, don't rely on her to be the reincarnation of the emperor, just do it randomly!"

Seeing her at a loss and looking like a peach blossom, Fu Chen restrained her urge to do something, while tilting her head in disgrace, pretending to be aggrieved and looking at her eyes with a look of loss: "Does Yue'er want to regret it?"

Such a face, coupled with such a look, is a must-have for ordinary women. Even Zhao Yue was stunned. He was almost blinded by his pitiful appearance. He took a deep breath and knocked on the table with great difficulty.

If he had not seen this Prince of Dog's outstanding acting skills, he would have been very likely to be shaken by his appearance.

She stumbled her lips and sighed to the sky.

What kind of evil did I do? It was obvious that I just saved a dog prince who couldn't bear to leave him to join Chaos from now on. Then I got myself a little bastard who tried to kill him at all opportunities. Finally, the little bastard found out that he had become a real offensive and defensive alliance with him. He turned into an emperor, and he didn't say that he could find a way to help her quickly understand the affairs of Fusang and the demon clan, and he was thinking about being his engagement every day.

The key is that he is so beautiful that he has taken advantage of himself, but because of his handsome face, Zhaoyue really can't bear to beat him up.

In addition, if it is ruined, it will definitely be a shout that she will be responsible for the rest of her life!

Seeing this domineering woman in front of people on weekdays, she was now like a deflated ball beside her. She tilted her hair in a daze without any desire. Fu Chen took out a pen and paper from Qiankun's bag seriously: "Although Yue'er's analysis of the feather tribe is very correct, Yue'er has been away from the world for many years and does not know many clans."

Hearing his serious voice, Zhaoyue came to her senses, sat up straight, and looked at him writing beautiful small characters quickly on the letter page on the stone table.

"The Emperor Yun of the Feather Clan was arbitrarily and Yun Xiaoxian was excluded from power, but not all the nobles of the Feather Clan recognized what Emperor Yun did. They were also secretly cultivating their own strength to seek an opportunity to subvert." He stopped writing and looked up at Zhaoyue who was focusing on listening to him, "There are Yun Yu's among them."

"Yun Yu grew up with me in the Nine Heavens since he was a child. I and he were brothers and sisters. He once secretly told me that there was a valley at the junction of the East and South Wastelands, called Baihu Valley, and lived in a family of royal branches where the Yu tribe was exiled. Among the children of that family, there was a very talented person, who was over 30,000 years old."

As he finished speaking, the letter in his hand had already been written. He picked it up and blew it gently. After the ink was dry, the letter turned into a golden dove, flapping its wings and turning it around in front of him for a few times.
Chapter completed!