Chapter 137

Leng junao's face, which is enough to fascinate all living beings, is slightly closer. The deep lines show the power of the king, and the eagle's eyes are full of unfathomable laughter and banter --

"Qionghua palace is not only Xiaocui's maid, do you want to ask next to her?"

Zhao Wanxi's heart was beating wildly. Subconsciously, she strained the sheet, tried to pretend to be calm and calm, and answered quietly -

"the seventh prince said no, but I still don't believe you?"

Leng Jun's black pupil and dark awn flow like ink. The tip of her nose has touched her nose. Her voice is very hoarse and mellow: "do you really believe in this king?"

"Will the seventh Prince lie to me?"

"Of course not..."

The warm breath sprayed on Zhao Wanxi's cheek. Before the man's voice fell, her thin lips had fallen on her soft lips. Zhao Wanxi's Apricot eyes widened, and she bit him in the next second.

Leng Jun Ao frowned, eagle eyes across a trace of displeasure: "you bite this king?"

Zhao Wanxi was weak and weak. Her pale face flushed suspiciously. She growled at the man: "Leng junao, you You are so bullying! I'm going out of the palace

“……”

"I'm going out of the palace!"

But just now, the woman in gongjunbei was so upset that she wanted to kiss him I sold it

The implication is that she has no place to live even if she wants to leave the palace!

Zhao Wanxi's face turned red and white: "the seventh Prince promised to send me the house in the north of the city. You can't believe what you said!"

Leng junao's eyes were rippling, and his voice softened a little: "eat the porridge, and stay in Qionghua palace to recuperate. When you are well I will keep my promise and redeem the house for you. "

Zhao Wanxi is not stupid. As soon as you hear this, you can see that the man in the north of the city didn't sell the house at all. He just gave her a random excuse, but why did he do it? Just to let her stay in Qionghua palace and recuperate?

The man's atherosclerotic bowl was handed in front of her again, not allowing her to refuse. Spoon after spoon, he fed her all.

Inexplicably, pink cheek became more shy and hot. Zhao Wanxi deliberately avoided the men's hot eyes and went into the quilt: "the women are full and sleepy. The seventh Prince is busy with you!"

The rosy clouds on a woman's face fall into Leng junao's eyes exactly. Watching her guilty head get into the bed, the man's thin lips are slightly hooked, and the smile from the corner of his mouth is rippling to the bottom of his eyes.

This seemingly intelligent but surprisingly insensitive woman finally felt his mind. It seems that he has to speed up his progress next. Otherwise, he will have a long night's dream. He is really worried that he will make trouble.

"I'll go out. Don't be bored."

The sound of Leng junao's laughter and banter came. Zhao Wanxi could tell that the sound of men's footsteps was moving away. The sound of door slamming came. Then she peeped out of the quilt and gasped for breath.

The feeling of ironing her cheek is still lingering. Zhao Wanxi can't help reaching out and patting her cheek gently, muttering: "Zhao Wanxi, Zhao Wanxi, where do you think of? The seventh Prince How could I like you? "

But Men's burning eyes, it seems that they really like her!

"No, no! It must be that I was just dazzled. The seventh prince said that he would never think of me as a "broken flower and broken willow."