Chapter 992

As the night was dim, the Empress Dowager no longer wanted to keep the couple. Holding Zhao Wanxi's hand, she gently pushed her to Leng junao and whispered with a smile: "it's late. Xi'er is still pregnant with her body. Let's have a rest earlier."

They walked out of the compassion palace, but the atmosphere was quiet and strange. No one spoke first.

Zhao Wanxi's side eyes glanced at the man's side face again. Her proud chin was even colder. Her thin lips were tight, and her tight and handsome face gave people a strong sense of oppression.

"Cough..."

Zhao Wanxi deliberately cleared her throat. She could see that the man was still angry. The little bird approached the man and said, "it's getting colder and colder at night!"

The man's lips were stiff and his eyes were dark. Suddenly, with a wave of his big hand, Zhao Wanxi's broad bright yellow robe was draped over him.

Leng junao turned around, as if nothing had happened, and continued to walk forward without expression. Although he was only wearing plain white and thin bottom clothes, his back was extremely shocking, towering like a mountain, calm and arrogant.

Zhao Wanxi chuckles. The man is still angry with her, but he still loves her.

It's her turn to coax him this time!

On the way back to Qionghua palace, Leng junao's pace was not slow, always keeping a distance of three Zhang away from her.

Step into the door, Zhao Wanxi shy face, two steps faster, but still can't catch up with the man's pace, he is intentional.

"Ouch!"

With a cry of pain and cunning, the woman squatted down and touched her ankles.

Seemingly indifferent man finally had a reaction, blink of an eye Kung Fu appeared in front of her, frowned: "Hurt where?"

Zhao Wanxi pretended to be angry with a trace of coquetry, light anger: "why go so fast?"

The man took a puff from the corner of his mouth and wrapped her tightly in Ming Huanglong robe. He picked her up, but he pursed his lips, stretched his chin and said nothing.

"I didn't mean to hide the shadow from you. I reminded him that it was necessary for him to discuss this with you. But he kept his mouth shut..."

Zhao Wanxi nests lazily in the man's arms, looks up at her small face, and her tone is soft.

Leng Jun Ao's sharp eagle eyes carelessly swept past her ankles. It was obvious that her ankle injury just now was just pretended.

The man thin lip slightly moved, still kept silent, holding her stride back to the room, put her lightly to the bed, light left a sentence: "you rest early, I still have things to deal with."

Looking at his tall and straight back, Zhao Wanxi curled her lips and whispered: "stingy! They all apologized, and they were holding a poker face.... "

Outside the door, her soft voice clearly fell into the bottom of the man's ears. Leng junao's face softened obviously, and an imperceptible smile rose from the corner of her lips.

Only Zhao Wanxi was left in the room, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. She knew that there were too many things happened in these days, and Leng junao had too many responsibilities and too much pressure. However, she not only failed to share his worries, but also made men unhappy.

All right! The girl herself stewed a bowl of sugar water and sent it to him for supper, so he should be able to forgive her!

Do what you want!

Zhao Wanxi got up from her bed and went straight to the kitchen of Qionghua palace.

Seeing that she went to the kitchen, the maid was so surprised that she looked like dust: "just tell the maid what she wants to eat. How can she come here by herself..."