Chapter 20

Leng junao's face is as calm as water, but Zhao Wanxi can feel his voice tense. She is more and more curious about the complicated relationship between Leng junao and his concubine Yun. With a woman's keen sixth sense, she dares to assert that between them It's not easy!

After a few seconds of hesitation, Yunzi Pei told the whole story of sachet.

Zhao Wanxi was shocked, because just a moment ago, Princess Yun told her not to mention it to anyone, but she told the seventh Prince exactly, which shows her great trust in the seventh prince.

"Damn it

Leng junao's eagle eyes were getting darker and darker. He clenched his fist with his big, well-defined palm, and stressed the key point: "don't mention this matter to anyone. Leave the rest to the king..."

The relationship between the two is really extraordinary!

This idea just flashed from Zhao Wanxi's mind, and she felt that two sharp swords were straight at her. Before she could react, the man's sword came out of the sheath, and he felt that his neck was cold, and the cold blade was on Zhao Wanxi's neck!

Zhao Wanxi pretended to be calm, chin slightly Yang, fearless to meet the cold Jun Ao proud peerless cold eyes: "the seventh prince, this is to kill?"

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, but he didn't expect that she could be so calm and calm. The color of courage is not an ordinary woman.

With an anxious look on her face, Princess Yun came forward and grabbed the man's arm: "cousin, doctor Zhao is my benefactor! If it wasn't for her I'm still in the dark about sachets. "

Cousin?! Zhao Wanxi's black and white water eyes flashed a trace of interest, and her lips were slightly raised.

The sun gently fell on Zhao Wanxi's face. Her white face was full of light, as pure as the pink lotus in early summer. Leng Jun's heart was tight.

The man's eyebrows were high and his face was frosty. He put his sword back and looked coldly away from Zhao Wanxi's face: "take care of your mouth! Otherwise, I won't be able to keep you! "

Leaving this sentence, Leng Jun Ao brushed his sleeves and left the palace without looking back.

Zhao Wanxi then said goodbye to Princess Yun and returned to Cixin palace. Along the way, the flowers and birds were singing and the trees were dancing. Suddenly, there was a rustling sound from the other side of the green shade, and there was a tiny voice from the maid of Honor -

"have you heard that? The seventh prince, who has been missing for two years, suddenly returns to Beijing and takes back a little prince.... "

"It's not that the seventh prince never gets close to women, but Do you have a habit of breaking your sleeves? "

"I've brought all my sons back. Can I be wrong? But the Empress Dowager was shocked when she heard that the little prince didn't get any milk. "

The sound was getting farther and farther away until it could no longer be heard.

Zhao Wanxi's black eyes flickered. What did she hear? Not close to women? homosexuality? That seven princes say is disgusting? There is also the little prince who doesn't have milk. In the morning, the Empress Dowager is anxious to meet the seventh prince. It must be because of this, isn't it?

How can the baby not get milk? She just nursed him a few days ago!

Seeing that she was about to go to Cixin palace, she suddenly heard the wind coming from behind. Her sharp body was leaning, and a fist sized stone almost wiped her cheek. If she didn't hide in time, it would have broken her head and blood.

Zhao Wanxi looked back with a black face. There was no one around. Could it be that the stone came from her long feet?

Villain! Since I dare to hurt people secretly, I dare not even show my face.

With the circulation of her eyes, she quickened her steps and entered the palace of compassion. Her steps stopped suddenly. Looking out from the gap between the doors, she soon saw a familiar figure showing her face from behind the big tree.