Chapter 132

Smell speech, Chu long clear Mou light is tiny bright, in the heart but more and more uneasy, this matter son if spread to seven Prince's ear, afraid of bad luck still he.

Maybe He should take the initiative to go to Leng junao and tell him that Wan Xi was imprisoned by the Empress Dowager. Maybe he can get a bargain and let the seventh Prince let him go.

Inside the iron cold fence, Zhao Wanxi curls up in the corner. The temperature in the dungeon is more than ten degrees lower than that outside. Her thin clothes make her shiver with cold.

Suddenly, I heard a loud noise coming from the top of my head, and the voice of the bodyguard was panic -

"seventh prince, the Empress Dowager has forbidden anyone to visit, please don't..."

With a loud bang, a figure rolled down the bluestone steps. The bodyguard who stopped Leng Jun from coming in spurted blood. He dodged to one side and didn't dare to stop again.

In the dim light, the corner of the silver robe cuts through the bluestone steps. Leng junao's beautiful face gradually becomes clear, like a beam of light shining into the dungeon and into Zhao Wanxi's heart.

"Seventh prince, you are here at last. I How cold it is

Zhao Wanxi curled up in the corner, almost frozen, but she didn't know why. Deep in her heart, she always knew that Leng junao would never leave her.

Leng junao's deep eagle eyes were tight for a moment. With a wave of his big hand, his outer robe fell on her. Before Zhao Wanxi could react, he had picked up the whole person easily.

There was still a man's unique breath and his body temperature on the robe. Zhao Wanxi could not help but shrink to his arms. She only heard the man's low voice above her head -

"I'm late!"

"It's not too late! If the seventh prince can come to save me, I will be satisfied! "

Zhao Wanxi shivers her lips and smiles at the man with her small face. Her pale face is reflected in Leng junao's eyes, and her eagle eyes are dark again, passing a ray of pity.

He suddenly lowered his head, thin lips fell on her cold forehead, a deep kiss.

"From now on, I will protect you."

Zhao Wanxi was stunned again. This What's the way to play? Does this man feel guilty because he thinks she has helped him carry the black pot? For Mao, she saw sad feelings in the depth of his eyes.

"Don't blame yourself, the seventh prince. It's the people's daughter and the Empress Dowager who have spoken to each other. I didn't want to accept the choice arranged by the Empress Dowager. It's not your fault!"

Leng junao is silent, holding her quietly, step by step, up the bluestone steps

As soon as I got to the gate of the dungeon, I saw an Gonggong leading a group of bodyguards. I saw Leng junao holding Zhao Wanxi in his arms, and a trace of complexity flashed across the bottom of an Gonggong's eyes.

"Seven princes, I've been asked by the Empress Dowager to go to Cixin palace."

Leng Jun's face was expressionless, and his eyes were clear: "I will send Wan Xi back to Qionghua Palace first, and then I will go to Cixin palace to see grandma Huang."

Zhao Wanxi is worried that the Empress Dowager will get angry with the seventh Prince because of this. If so, she will cause trouble to Leng junao.

An Gonggong's face was embarrassed: "seventh prince, this..."

Leng junao frowned slightly, and asked in a cold voice: "if you are hungry, can you afford it?"

Mr. an quickly lost his smile and carefully responded: "no, naturally the little prince is the most important. The slave will go to the Empress Dowager and say that the seventh prince will come later."