Chapter 223

Like a whirlwind, Leng junao orders the imperial army to search inside and outside, while Bai Guifei follows the imperial army back to her bedroom.

Seeing Leng junao walking towards her room, Zhao Wanxi had to follow her.

The man entered the house, searched around, and did everything by himself.

Seeing that he reached out to open her wardrobe, Zhao Wanxi drew close with a slight frown: "in this wardrobe are the clothes that the women usually change and wash. There is nothing to search."

Such a small cabinet door, it is impossible to hide, she does not believe that men will not understand this truth.

Leng junao doesn't care. Her big hand falls on her clean laundry. She gently raises a pink chest. Her face is expressionless. She looks at it for a few seconds and sniffs it from the tip of her nose.

This is her personal clothes. Zhao Wanxi's ears are full of heat. She secretly scolds him as a rascal!

"Xi'er, do you remember the characteristics of that man?"

Leng junao's low and slow voice, with extreme charm, seems to hide a huge magnetic field in the mysterious black swirling in the deep of the ink pupil, which makes Zhao Wanxi's heart tighten.

Before her words, his big hand had fallen on her head, gently soft and comforting.

Zhao Wanxi thought deeply for a few seconds and shook her head: "at that time, I was too nervous, and he didn't say a word, just raised her hand to give a gesture..."

Speaking of this, her voice suddenly stopped. An important detail flashed through her mind. When the man raised his hand, she vaguely saw a scar on his white wrist.

"On his right wrist It's like a slightly raised scar. "

Her words, cold Jun Ao's complexion more and more dark, slowly nodded, so that the search up more direction.

"Xi'er, there's something you can see for me..."

The man's hand suddenly more than a few dark purple fruit, Zhao Wanxi fixed her eyes, water eyes across a strange color: "Purple Pueraria fruit? Where are you from? "

Leng Jun fixed his eyes on her and asked: "are you sure it's the kind of purple Pueraria fruit that can disturb nerves and make people confused?"

Zhao Wanxi nodded: "of course I can be sure. It's just How can there be purple Pueraria in the palace? Where on earth did you get it from? "

"I found it by accident when I searched the palace tonight, so I brought back a few for you to confirm."

Leng junao didn't answer her question directly. He said that. Under her puzzled gaze, he slowly raised his lips and showed a warm smile -

"I still have official business. I will find out the real murderer as soon as possible. You're shocked. Let's have a rest early."

Zhao Wanxi was reminded by his words. She turned her eyes and said, "how can the seventh Prince let Chao San keep close watch and let min Nu sleep? You might as well try. What's it like to have someone guarding the wall in the last toilet? "

Hearing the words, Leng junao just glanced at Chao San, who was still at the door. He heard all Zhao Wanxi's words just now, and his ears were red to his cheeks.

"He won't peek."

Five simple words is the man's answer to Zhao Wanxi. Judging from his eyes, he is very satisfied with Chao San's performance.

Zhao Wanxi was speechless for a moment. She looked at Leng junao, and then at Chao San. Chao San looked innocently into her eyes. She was also serious: "what you shouldn't look at, I will never look at it."

Chao San's words sound more like a hint.

Zhao Wanxi's cheek also inexplicably began to heat up, not angry white eyes, the culprit: "the seventh Prince is not official in the body? Not yet... "