Chapter 855

What is she hesitating about?

In order to avenge brother Erhuang, what else can she not let go? What else can't be done?

This is her best chance of revenge. She can't miss it. She can't let her second brother die in peace. She loves her second brother so much that she must escape to justice for her.

With a crash, Ning Lan stood up from the bath bucket. Pick up the poison left by Tianmu before she left, pour out the powder and smear it on the jade muscle. Once worn, it will add a few points of water and lotus posture.

At the end of autumn, the weather turned cool, and it was too cold. Ning Lan took her royal coat, lifted the golden pot from the table, picked up the golden bottle and walked towards the bedroom.

At the door, he stopped and looked at Yelv Hanming lying in bed with his eyes closed. He was stunned for a while. He's not so determined... He didn't kill her second Royal brother. Maybe they won't come to this stage. There's no place to turn around

What was she thinking? At this time, she had no room to look back.

He killed her second Royal brother. She wanted Yelv Hanming to pay the price!

"Your Majesty."

Is he asleep?

It seems that God has created opportunities for her. Step on the lotus step and approach the bed step by step. When he stopped in front of the bed and was about to point Hanming's acupoints, he didn't want to be interrupted by Hanming's stretching.

"Coming?"

When she reached the door, he heard her coming.

Is she so impatient? Did she just want to hit him?

Under this jade icy face, what is the heart made of? Is it really made of steel? Why is it a third colder than ice?

Her surprise was covered up by her light smile and said gently, "king, it's cold in autumn. Drink a glass of wine to warm up your body!"

The deep eyes flashed a light sadness, and his eyes moved from Ning Lan's face to the golden pot, "you don't say, the king doesn't feel it. In the deep autumn, the king feels cold."

"My concubine added wine for the king." Ning Lan said, lifting the wine pot in his right hand and pouring wine into the wine cup in his left hand.

"Don't bother so much."

Han Ming, who sat up from the bed, stopped Ning Lan from pouring wine. He stretched out his hand and sat Ning Lan standing in front of him on his leg, with his lips gently raised and a gentle smile.

"Although wine can warm up, it is not as good as beauty in her arms." while talking, she took the wine cup in Ning Lan's hand and put the wine pot on the cabinet at the head of the bed.