Chapter 1115

At the corner of the stairs, Zhao Wanxi heard the cold male voice clearly. She was familiar with it, but she didn't even think about it, so she turned around and turned back to the attic.

There was no hiding place in the small attic. She heard the footsteps coming closer and closer. After several seconds of hesitation, Zhao Wanxi opened the skylight and wanted to jump from the top floor.

She really doesn't want to meet that big devil again. Every time she bumps into that person, it's no good!

At the moment when Leng junao stormed into the attic in anger, he saw a familiar shadow in white, like snowflakes falling down and running away under his eyes.

"Xi'er!"

The man blurted out, his face was full of disbelief. Although his back just flashed by, he would not admit his mistake. It was his Xi'er.

The unfinished silk handkerchief is still hanging on the embroidery frame in the attic. Leng junao's sight falls on it and pulls it down. It's cloud embroidery. That's right!

Yun embroidery is a unique skill of the Yun family, but Zhao Wanxi got it from Yun zipei's relics and practiced it well.

Did that woman just now Really?

Isn't Xi'er dead?

This idea flashed from Leng junao's mind, and a ray of hope was kindled in his heart.

He jumped out of the window and ran after him, but there was no shadow of Zhao Wanxi.

Desheng cloth Village, nearly half a hundred years old landlady uneasy, on pins and needles, carefully hand tea to a group of soldiers next to each other, slightly trembling.

"People's wives are really insightful and don't know Taishan. I'd like to ask some soldiers to say something nice for them..."

After hearing the news, General Huang Qi frowned and said in a low voice: "since the emperor ascended the throne, he has never cut people's fat. The reason why he appeared in Desheng cloth shop is also because of Yunxiu. I think you don't know the origin of Yunxiu, madam? Our emperor's mother's family name is Yun

As soon as he said this, the landlady couldn't understand the relationship. She was shocked and trembled all over: "Mr. min, please forgive me. It's all because of the greed of Min's wife, the girl who did embroidery work It's not the distant niece of the people's wife! "

A cold voice came from outside the door: "what does she look like? But the man in the picture? "

Leng junao, dressed in a black robe, did not know when to turn back. The eagle's eyes were cold. He took out a picture scroll from his broad robe sleeve. It was Zhao Wanxi's portrait!

Even Huang Qi can't help his eyes. The woman in the portrait has vivid eyebrows. Even the hand of the painter in the palace can't be so lifelike.

This painting is made by Leng junao. During his days in the palace, the only pastime that can calm him down is painting his Xi'er. The person in his mind is vividly painted on the tip of his pen, as if he could come out of the painting at any time.

The lady of the cloth shop only glanced at the picture, then her apricot eyes crossed the amazing color and shook her head repeatedly: "no, no, no, no, no, how can that embroidered girl be compared with the fairy like woman in the picture? She is not only ugly, but also dumb!"

Her words a, Leng Jun Ao Cen cold thin lips instantly stiff, dumb?

"The dumb girl you said Is she a monster? With strange and treacherous colors? "

This time it's the proprietress's turn. Does Nanlin Huang know the dumb girl?

She nodded again and again. Leng junao's handkerchief, which was only half embroidered, was clenched tightly. The blue veins on the back of her hand were bulging. Is it her again?