Chapter 1279

This is a bit aggressive, Zhao Wanxi a Zheng, one side of Leng junao took the lead in scolding: "presumptuous, how can be rude to the queen!"

Ouyang Huajing heard the reprimand and knelt down on the ground with a straight "puff" sound. Her soft body was as delicate as Liu Fufeng's

Ouyang Huajing said that he knew his mistake, but there was no repentance in his words.

She knelt on the ground, as if a big wind would blow her down, "but my concubine was just in a hurry, and I didn't want to stop her..."

With that, her tears would burst out again.

Zhao Wanxi felt a little upset for some reason. She went forward to reach out her hands, helped Ouyang Huajing up, and tried to speak softly.

"Li Fei's younger sister doesn't have to be like this. It's the palace's fault. She doesn't take her feelings into consideration."

With the help of Zhao Wanxi, Ouyang Huajing got up.

After all this, Zhao Wanxi let go of her sleeve automatically. The cloud like touch brushed her fingertips. She stepped back two steps, and then she reached a distance of alienation.

It's just right. It's just right.

Zhao Wanxi turned her head and looked at Leng junao. "Can I have a look at Princess Changluo?"

"I had the honor to see her a few days ago. I just feel that she is very familiar. She is as old as before. Now I want to see her again."

She explained in a warm voice, with sadness on her face.

In fact, what she was thinking about in her heart was the bruise she saw that day. Today, she wanted to explore it again.

After listening to Zhao Wanxi's words, Leng Jun's mind moved, and he chuckled, "the Queen's request is OK."

Familiar? Does that mean that Xi'er remembers something?

His heart surged and he looked at Zhao Wanxi.

And Zhao Wanxi has been the first to go towards the backyard, passing in front of him only her delicate and perfect side face, with fatal attraction.

So the party went to the backyard.

On the familiar road again, Zhao Wanxi's mood is different from that of the last time. But now, there is no trace of people in the world before.

Just like the arrogant and domineering girl with the snake whip in her mind, her figure gradually faded away

Come into the room together.

In front of the couch, there was a doctor.

Zhao Wanxi and her party got closer and saw the scene on the couch.

Ouyang Changluo was still dressed in plain white clothes, and her eyebrows were gorgeous and aggressive. But at this moment, she was lying there quietly, with pale face and closed eyes, which made people feel pity.

Dead.

This is Zhao Wanxi's first feeling.

Just like that day, there was still the smell of the medicine in the room, but it was much lighter.

Seeing that Zhao Wanxi and his family were coming, the doctor quickly got up to salute him. Leng junao waved his hand and asked, "what's the matter?"

Smelling speech, the imperial doctor powerlessly hung his hand on his side, and his face was gray and defeated. "I'm powerless to return to heaven."

"But..." He had some doubts and hesitation, "Princess Changluo's illness is not like death, but more like poisoning!"

After Taiyi finished, Zhao Wanxi was shocked. She had a premonition that she had never thought of such accuracy.

After that, the doctor sat on the low wooden stool again, put on a glove and lifted the sleeve of Ouyang Changluo.

The bruise that Zhao Wanxi had seen at the beginning reappeared in front of her again!