Leng Zitong holds Zhao Wanxi's hand, her small face is pink and tender, showing a sense of seriousness. "Empress mother, you can wake up. Tong'er is really afraid that empress mother will die."

Her eyes were red, and her serious childish voice warmed Zhao Wanxi's heart.

"Silly girl." Zhao Wanxi laughingly scraped her little nose, "mother said nothing, it will be OK."

She looked at her daughter and laughed. A boy stood aside and said nothing, but there was a little concern in her eyes.

When Leng Zitong finished, Leng Yulin came forward and said solemnly: "mother must take good care of her body."

Zhao Wanxi looked at the little adult like child in front of her. Her face was satisfied, her smile was even more intoxicating, and her eyes were bright. She held one hand and nodded solemnly: "later My mother will be fine. I don't want you to worry about me anymore. "

Will be two small hands folded together, and then affectionate embrace them: "you don't worry, there will be no such thing."

In the imperial study, Leng junao was still holding the memorial. The memorial was open, but for a long time, he didn't read a word.

"Ning Shun."

Ning Shun immediately appeared in front of him, "subordinates are here!"

But for a long time also didn't hear Lord son again voice, rather Shun can't help but doubt of raise head, see Leng Jun Ao line of sight glance to one side.

The expression of coldness is more and more silent, open lips: "Queen's wound how?"

Ning Shun replied in a low voice: "it's said that I can walk around at will now, but I still need a lot of rest."

"Where is she now?"

"Royal garden."

Royal Garden

Leng junao's deep black eyes faded a little, and he looked a little ethereal. Then he stood up and his handsome posture was particularly attractive. He walked out of the imperial study.

Ning Shun quickly got up and asked, "where are you going, sir?"

"Royal garden."

Cold voice down three words, on the floating away.

But the emperor, didn't you send the minister to the imperial dining room to discuss important matters?

Ning Shun concealed this sentence in his lips and teeth. He couldn't say it because Leng junao's figure was far away.

Zhao Wanxi's wound has been much better. She specially came to the royal garden to relax. The sun was shining on her body, which made her feel warm. This kind of feeling has not passed for many days.

Staying in the dark cell for so many days, she missed the taste of sunshine.

Joan stood behind her and exclaimed, "what a beautiful view."

In front of them are small bridges, pavilions and pavilions, full of flowers and birds. It's a beautiful scenery, and it makes people happy at the same time.

Zhao Wanxi said with a smile, "yes."

There was a smile on her lips, and Joan couldn't help looking behind her.

Injury is not completely good, she slightly pale, the ground cheek in the sun bath more white run, the city's smile people can't help looking at the stay.

It's beautiful

I don't know how many times Joan felt this way.

She turned her eyes slightly to enjoy the wonderful scenery. Who knows, just turn a Mou, see a familiar figure.

Joan whispered in Zhao Wanxi's ear: "lady, it's the Emperor..."

Zhao Wanxi raised her eyes and saw that the bright yellow figure was the brightest color even among the flowers and colors. Who could it be if it wasn't Leng junao?

The smile on her lips was all over the place, and she thought a little, then turned around and wanted to leave.