The night wind is blowing, the gossamer and the tent are stacked up and down.

Zhao Wanxi lifted her veil and was about to go to bed when the door opened. Leng junao's body came in from the door.

"Here you are, Xi'er."

What the man is holding in his hand is the secret book of cloud embroidery. Zhao Wanxi's Apricot eyes are slightly bright, and suddenly he is sleepless.

"This is the property of the cloud family. Didn't I ask Ning Shun to tell you to return it to the cloud family?"

Leng junao walked up to her with a big stride, put the secret book of Yunxiu into her hand, and said faintly: "at present, there is no daughter in the cloud family. The elders mean that since the secret book was found by the queen, it's also the fate between Yunxiu and you. It's better to push the boat with the current and give it to the empress, but it won't be lost..."

Listening to his explanation, Zhao Wanxi accepted the love of the cloud family and nodded with a smile: "in that case, I will live up to the expectation of the cloud family and study cloud embroidery well."

It's just that she is pregnant now, and she has a lot of leisure in the palace. It's a good idea to learn cloud embroidery. She can also make beautiful clothes for children.

"If my cousin is still alive, I think she is willing to..."

The husky and deep voice of a man is like the bloom of the dark night, deep and unpredictable, with a faint sadness looming, which gently covers the night with a layer of light sadness.

Since the death of yunzipei, this is the first time lengjunao mentions her. Zhao Wanxi knows that in fact, in the heart of a man, he still cherishes her.

"I can't sleep anyway. How about another game of cards?"

Zhao Wanxi's eyes flickered and her smile was brilliant. In fact, she just wanted to create some relaxed atmosphere. 4

when the dead are gone, the living should live well and cherish the present.

Leng junao soon came back to herself. With a hook in her long arm, the woman fell into her warm arms with a faint fragrance of ink and bamboo. She looked up again, just to the man's eagle eyes with deep smile.

"Are you sure you want another round? I've always had good luck... "

Zhao Wanxi lips hook Yang, smile thought-provoking: "I really don't believe it, your luck back and forth are so good!"

Leng junao's eyebrows rose and put his big palm in front of her with great interest: "take the card!"

"You shuffled the cards in the first two times. It's my turn today..."

Zhao Wanxi winked at him cunningly and took the card at the head of the bed, which she carefully prepared for him.

The man's ink pupil is slightly tight, and his narrow eagle eyes are slowly half narrowed. From the eyes of the woman's cunning smile, he seems to be aware of something.

Zhao Wanxi's laughter came again: "you shuffled the cards the last two times. This time it's my turn!"

She did not forget the words of dusk four, this man never forgets, so when shuffling deliberately deviated from the angle, let Lengjun Ao can't see.

From shuffle to deal, Zhao Wanxi's action is extremely fast, each of 13, gently pushed in front of the man.

Interesting!

You should have guessed that Ni Duan Yu's face was red

A man is quite a general. He is a gentleman. His handsome and resolute face is a little softer. Every day when he is tired, his time alone with her makes him feel more relaxed. Staring at Zhao Wanxi's smart smile, his heart is full of warmth.