That night, Leng junao didn't appear in Zhao Wanxi's room unexpectedly. She only thought that she was a man. She was angry. Let him go for the time being!

As a result, Leng junao didn't return to her room in the evening and didn't even have lunch and dinner.

Zhao Wanxi faintly felt that it was not as simple as she thought. He deliberately did not see her!

A few days did not see the figure of a man, Zhao Wanxi inexplicably heart hair panic, always feel like something missing, began to become restless.

At lunch time, Xiaocui came to tell her to go to dinner. Zhao Wanxi couldn't help asking --

"Xiaocui, do you know where the seventh Prince has been these days? There is no one to eat. "

Smell speech, small Cui low Mou cover mouth to snicker, soft voice response: "Wan Xi girl, this is with seven princes make a quarrel?"

Zhao Wanxi sighed: "who makes trouble with him? He is too mean. No wonder I am!"

Xiaocui also lowered her voice: "the seventh Prince is in the study these days. My maidservant sees that she has sent food to me every day."

He didn't go anywhere. He was in Qionghua palace!

Zhao Wanxi's eyes are bright, OK! It's better for her to coax him first. She can't always make such a fuss.

Outside the study, Zhao Wanxi specially brought a bowl of sugar water of tremella and lotus seeds to coax the angry man.

In the morning and evening, I saw her with different eyes, but the God stopped her, glanced at the bowl of tremella lotus seeds, and cleared my throat unnaturally -

"Miss Wan Xi, the master of tremella lotus seed soup has eaten it."

Er! It's very attentive in the kitchen. Hurry up.

Her face did not change, a smile: "eat it does not matter, you can eat a bowl."

He looks at each other from morning to night, and then he can't say what he wants to say, but he says it from night to night -

"I don't want to see Miss Wanxi."

The smile on Zhao Wanxi's face was momentarily stiff. She glanced at the door of her study and deliberately raised the volume: "Twilight four, is this what the seventh prince said, or what do you mean?"

"Of course, it's the meaning of the seventh prince. My subordinates never speculate on the master's mind," said the young man

It was Leng junao who refused to see her! Zhao Wanxi also can't help a burst of exasperation, can't see, who RARE!

As soon as she stamped her feet, she hummed with a little puff, turned around and left with the bowl of tremella and lotus seed soup in her hand, and her negative voice came low -

"if he doesn't eat it, I'll eat it myself! If you don't see it, you can't see it. Who is rare? "

The woman's back disappeared at the end of the corridor, and the man's cold voice came from the study: "Twilight four, you come in!"

Er! Dusk four face a black, how he faintly smell a dangerous breath, one side of the three pretended to hear nothing, raised his hand to cover his chest, glad he just chose to shut up is a wise choice!

In the study, Leng junao was dressed in a silver white soft robe, and his whole body was full of anger. His crazy eagle eyes directed at Dushi who pushed the door. He asked coldly, "Dushi, when did I say I didn't want to see Wanxi girl?"

Young simple dusk four tiny a Leng, seven Prince's memory this is to decline? With a puzzled look on his face, he reminded: "the master told his subordinates two days ago that he would never see Miss Wan Xi. If she came to the study..."

"Shut up

Suddenly, you interrupt the sharp voice of the red eyes!