Chapter 118

Leng Baizhou didn't look at Zhao Wanxi at all. She just thought she was a lazy maid in Qionghua palace.

"Where is your master? Don't think that if he has been avoiding our king, we can't find him. "

It is obvious that the eldest prince came to find Leng junao specially. He must have been looking for Qionghua palace for several days.

Zhao Wanxi drooped her head and answered weakly: "I don't know where the seventh Prince has gone, but In the morning, before the seventh prince went out, the maid heard that he and Princess Haya had made an appointment to meet at the Royal Garden at midnight this evening! "

Hearing the words, Leng Baizhou's eyes suddenly tightened. It was obvious that the news attracted his attention. He could not help but look at the little servant girl in front of him. However, Zhao Wanxi had been drooping. He could not see her clearly. He could only vaguely see that she was a pretty girl.

Suddenly aware of the strange, Leng Baizhou's eyes fell on Zhao Wanxi's clothes, not the maidservant's clothes in the palace. His eyes suddenly sank: "Why are you wearing these clothes?"

"My maid's clothes were accidentally wet when I was doing laundry in the morning. They are my maid's private clothes."

Zhao Wanxi always hung her head, pretending to be timid and pitiful.

However, Leng Baizhou is a vigilant man. He walks slowly in front of Zhao Wanxi. At this time, Zhao Wanxi suddenly kneels down coldly, pulls a man's jade belt and shoves the jade pendant hidden in her palm into his waist.

"Please forgive me. I didn't mean to wear private clothes. I didn't wear private clothes because I didn't have the palace clothes to change."

Leng Baizhou walked back two steps in disgust, stroked his clothes unhappily, and didn't want to talk to a bad maid again. With a cold hum, he walked away.

Raising her eyes, Zhao Wanxi began to smile and patted her hand. It's easy to do. It's God's help!

That night, lin'er was very noisy. He couldn't sleep well. Sometimes she closed her eyes and cried. Zhao Wanxi thought it was colic. She smoked his stomach with a copper moxibustion box, but it was a little better, but it was sticky, as long as she held it.

Zhao Wanxi is also worried that she will give lin'er to her maid and stay in Leng junao's room to take care of lin'er.

Late at night, lin'er finally fell asleep. Zhao Wanxi figured that it was time to pass the midnight. How could Leng junao not come back?

Just thinking, outside the door came the familiar steady step, is Leng Jun Ao back!

The man pushed the door and came in. At a glance, he saw Zhao Wanxi, who was getting up from the bed in a hurry. His deep eyes flashed a long meaning.

Zhao Wanxi hastily explained: "lin'er has a stomachache tonight, so I'll stay to take care of him. Now he's sleeping well. I'll put him in the cradle."

As she said this, she turned to pick up lin'er and put him in the cradle beside the bed.

The funny husky voice of the man suddenly sounded in her ear -

"if lin'er's stomach aches again at night, I won't take care of him. It seems that I have to hurt you to stay tonight."

Ambiguous breath in the air, Zhao Wanxi's heart began to accelerate, this man is what magic she applied, always stir people flustered.

Zhao Wanxi opened the distance between her and Leng junao without leaving any trace. She pretended to be calm and said: "since the seventh Prince is not at ease, the daughter of the people will take the little prince back to the room to take care of him."