The young man's Starry Eyes looked through the portrait, the deep affection in his peach-shaped eyes almost making people sink into this gentleness.
ah, the young master of the Grand tutor's family is only seventeen years old. He is one year younger than me. It is so good to be young ... Fu min mumbled.
The great beauty Wen, who was six years older than the Empress and was already twenty-four years old, said, "“..”
He fell into a deep silence.
It was inexplicably heart-wrenching.
Wen Xian did a very childish thing. He picked up the portrait and placed it next to him for comparison. His thin lips opened and closed, calmly stating a fact.
"Your Majesty, do you still think this person is good-looking?"
Fu Shang was speechless.
She looked at Wen Xian, then at the young master of the Grand tutor's family. The corner of her eyes twitched strangely. of course, you're not as good as fengjun.
Fu min was speaking the truth.
