Chapter 291

The sun shines on the top of the Chaoyang palace, like a circle of holy splendor, reflecting the magnificence and magnificence of the palace.

Under Zhao Wanxi's careful care, yunzipei's complexion is ruddy, and even more beautiful.

But Zhao Wanxi is still the same as before, plain brocade covered with white gauze, shoulder if cut into, do not compete with people, such as secluded orchid, beautiful quiet and elegant.

"My son's minister, please greet my mother."

Leng Siyan's thin figure appears outside the hall. His appearance suddenly makes Zhao Wanxi realize that she hasn't seen the second prince for some days.

Yunzi Pei's eyes were slightly bright, and there was an imperceptible tremor in his light voice: "Yan'er is free. Is everyone here? "

Leng Siyan shook his head without saying much.

Zhao Wanxi, who was standing beside her, also heard the sound of a string. Besides her, it seemed that many people knew what was going to happen today.

At this moment, Zhao Wanxi felt lonely as an outsider, and her mood became a little bad.

Glancing inside the hall door, she saw Leng Jun Ao's heroic posture in the distance. The man seemed to be aware of her sight, suddenly turned back and accurately captured her sight which was still standing outside the hall door.

The smile on yunzipei's face faded a little, and his voice was still soft -

"let's go first, the banquet hasn't started yet! Maybe we'll have to wait for someone else... "

Zhao Wanxi felt that Leng Siyan's eyes glanced at her. Leng Buding looked back and caught him. She showed her eyebrows and said, "the second prince has something to say to me?"

"As soon as I got back to the palace, I heard that A few days ago, the grand master was imprisoned in the dungeon by his father, but since he's all right, don't mention it! "

Leng Siyan took a light word, and then entered the Palace door.

Zhao Wanxi's eyes drooped. Unexpectedly, the news of the second prince was very well-informed. As soon as she got back to the palace, she received all kinds of gossip. Now that even he knew it, Leng junao couldn't have received any news.

She just wanted to make it clear how the letter fell into the hands of the emperor!

Thinking of this, Zhao Wanxi has gone directly to Leng junao's direction, dyed with green silk and ink. Her white gauze dances with her step. It eases the hands of the clouds, makes the wind on her jade sleeve, and the fine sunlight pours down on her white porcelain like face through the sky. She is as beautiful as a beauty coming out of a picture.

Leng Jun Ao's narrow eyes half narrowed, and staring at her step by step without blinking. Her thin lips were slightly raised, and her deep facial features were a little soft -

"did Xi'er come to ask the king for his sins?"

Zhao Wanxi stopped three Zhang away from the man. Her apricot eyes were slightly staring and her voice was very low: "you know yourself. What's the matter with the letter?"

Leng Jun Ao's sharp eagle eyes glanced at the distance between them. His cheek muscles twitched two times, and his tone was full of pressure: "I'm so far away, I'm afraid I'll eat you?"

In full view of the public, Zhao Wanxi didn't want to be taken charge of by others, but she was deeply touched by the ambiguity revealed by the man's words, but she pretended to be calm and calm, and the peak of her words turned -

"how's the seventh Prince doing this trip?"

The man's eyes were tight and serious: "everything is ready, only Dongfeng! The wind I'm afraid it won't blow! "