Chapter 175

If Lin Qiaoyu and Joan find out that she is not in the room tomorrow morning, it's really hard for her to explain.

"Listen to miss Wanxi in everything."

Taking advantage of the tranquility of the night, Zhao Wanxi and Chao Sangong rode together and entered the palace smoothly with the token Leng junao left her.

In Qionghua palace, the furnishings of men's bedroom are still simple and elegant. On the Luohan bed carved with auspicious cloud patterns on Huanghua pear, Zhao Wanxi sees a man with a pale face.

Leng junao looks much thinner. His sharp and angular outline is more like a knife cut. His eyes are closed tightly. He is lying on the bed motionless. The imperial doctor is beside the couch.

Chao San came forward and asked, "Taiyi, how is the seventh Prince now?"

The doctor carefully replied: "all the injuries have been dealt with, but the seventh Prince's head has been badly damaged, so we have to leave it to fate..."

"Chao San, can I get some ice?"

Zhao Wanxi's cold voice said that there must be congestion accumulation in her head. The best medical method is ice therapy. But now it's the early autumn season. Where can Chao San go to find ice?

Chao San was stunned at first, and soon his brain flashed: "there is a cold ice pillow in the treasure collected by the seventh prince. I don't know if that can work?"

"As long as the temperature is right, it's OK. You can get it..."

Chao sanpai retreated, leaving only Chao Sansi and Zhao Wanxi in the room. He went to the red sandalwood eight immortals cabinet and turned his hand to the top corner of the cabinet. The cabinet was like a long foot, slowly moving away, and just behind the cabinet door, a dark door appeared.

Zhao Wanxi can't help but open her eyes and open her mouth. When Chao San pushes open the secret door, the bright light of Jin Huang shoots out from the inside, mixed with a cold breath. The cold air is getting closer and closer. Then Chao San comes out from the inside, holding a jade rimmed ice pillow in her hand.

The color of the pillow is like ice, crystal clear, setting off the emerald green, you can see that it is a valuable treasure.

"Miss Wan Xi, this is the ice pillow."

When Zhao Wanxi takes the pillow from his hand, it's just right. She carefully changes the ice pillow for Leng junao, and looks at Sany, indicating that Dushi has stepped down with her.

Only Zhao Wanxi and Leng junao were left in the room. She could not help but gently lift the quilt to check the man's injury. She found that his old abdominal wound was worn again. Although the doctor carefully wrapped the gauze, the red blood was still visible, which was naturally very serious.

She knows Leng junao's skill, absolutely extraordinary!

But he was injured again and again. How dangerous was his mission? How bad are the people who hurt him?

Her hand consciousness of lightly fall on the man's palm: "Leng Jun Ao, you still can't die, if you die Lin son how to do?"? He has lost his mother and can't lose his father any more. "

Accompanied by the man's bedside, Zhao Wanxi fell asleep on her stomach. She knocked on the door three times at dawn --

"it's almost dawn, I'll send Miss Wanxi back!"

Zhao Wanxi opened her eyes hazily and answered the voice vaguely, but suddenly she felt her fingers tightened. She suddenly woke up and turned her eyes to the man on the bed. He still closed his eyes.

Her eyes fell to the catkin again. I don't know when her little hand was wrapped by the man's big palm. If she remembers correctly, it was her little hand holding his big palm before she fell asleep

Did she remember wrong!