Chapter 112

Just before Zhao Wanxi was about to leave yunshang palace, a maid passed a message outside yunzipei's bedroom -

"your concubine, the emperor's father-in-law Li sent a message that the emperor will hold a banquet in Mingzhao palace tonight to entertain the Tibetan emissary and princess. Please prepare for the banquet on time."

Cloud son wears light to answer a voice: "know, back down!"

Zhao Wanxi originally planned to leave, but yunzipei called her: "Wanxi, you can help me make a bun. I think it looks good according to your usual bun style."

"Good."

Zhao Wanxi tied a simple bun for her. Yunzipei inserted the silver hairpin with pearl and jade flowers in the bun. Facing the bright bronze mirror, she gently raised her mouth and gave a smile -

"is it beautiful?"

Zhao Wanxi did not understand her mind, but still nodded: "good looking!"

"I just want to say goodbye to my cousin! I haven't worn the silver hairpin he gave me once. I'm very sorry that I might as well have realized this dream today, and I won't miss it any more in the future. "

With yunzipei's explanation, Zhao Wanxi also understood her mind and nodded in agreement -

"it's time to say goodbye to the past, so that she can have no regrets in her heart!"

This day, Leng junao didn't return to Qionghua palace for dinner, which Zhao Wanxi expected. The Emperor invited the Tibetan envoys and princesses, and even the concubines went. Naturally, the princes couldn't do without them.

After settling in lin'er, Zhao Wanxi went back to the house to wash. As soon as she went to bed, there was a sound outside the door.

"Who?"

Leng Jun Ao's mellow and deep voice came from outside the door: "I am the king."

I don't know what happened to the man looking for her so late. Zhao Wanxi got up from the bed and opened the door. She glanced at the man standing at the door: "what's the matter with the seventh prince?"

"Are you going to let me stand and talk all the time?"

Leng Jun Ao's thick eyebrows were slightly picked. He was a little impatient. Before Zhao Wanxi could speak, he had already pushed the door open by her hand, passed her by and entered her room without permission.

Zhao Wanxi turned her eyes at the back of the man's head in displeasure: "what's the matter with the seventh prince, can't we talk about it tomorrow? It's getting late... "

She followed the man closely behind, but unexpectedly Leng junao, who was walking in front of him, suddenly stopped, and Zhao Wanxi, who was caught off guard, ran into his back with a nose.

"Ouch!"

She raised her hand to cover her nose and let out a cry, but in the next second, the back of her hand fell into the man's palm. Leng junao frowned: "Why are you so careless? Where did you bump into? Let me see... "

Zhao Wanxi patted his hand and said, "it's all your fault! If you didn't insist on breaking in, people wouldn't have hit your nose. "

His bone was hard and thick, like a wall of iron, which really hurt the bridge of her nose.

"Let me have a look --"

regardless of her opposition, Leng junao raised her hand persistently and domineeringly, and forced her catkin open. Her deep dark pupil fell on her reddened nose, and the bottom of her eyes was a little soft.

"Fortunately, I didn't hurt the bone."

Murmur from the man's throat, this is like comfort Zhao Wanxi, but more like to say to himself.

Zhao Wanxi didn't expect that a man would care so much. A warm current poured into her heart, but she pretended to be indifferent on the surface -

"what's the matter with the seventh Prince looking for me so late?"