Entering the palace gate, the elegant lady Yun and the elegant Zhao Wanxi instantly attracted everyone's attention. They were beautiful plums, one was like a magic Mandala, the other was like a beautiful secluded orchid.
Zhao Wanxi's eyes seemed to sweep lightly from the Phoenix chair. The empress obviously arrived early, but now she looked different. Catkin poked her neck and cheek from time to time, and her cheek flushed suspiciously.
Along with her eyes, cloud son wears of Mou also hope past, low voice way: "you this wench, exactly did what to her?"? Her face and neck are red... "
Zhao Wanxi's slightly banter voice came to her: "the girls used to make a mask with petals a few days ago, and the remaining pistils were not wasted. They made a lot of delicious pollen. The empress was the first one to enjoy it. It only hoped that the effect would be satisfactory."
The medicinal powder specially made by her flower stamens has a delicate fragrance, which is no different from pollen. Her symptoms will get worse with time. It is red, swollen and itchy. If Once the fragrance of pollen accidentally attracts bees, the effect will be better!
Yunzi Pei chuckled and became happy. He took Zhao Wanxi's hand and walked towards the position. Halfway through the position where the princes were sitting, the second prince got up and walked towards them.
Leng Siyan's lips were full of smile: "my son's minister sends his mother's concubine his best wishes."
Yunzi Pei raised his hand: "free!"
Leng Siyan's deep eyes swept past Zhao Wanxi's face, and then fell back to yunzipei's face: "today's mother's dress is bright and moving, and she seems to be in a good mood."
"I'm really in a good mood today."
Yunzipei and Zhao Wanxi look at each other, and the corners of each other's mouth are slightly puffed, laughing but not speaking.
From this seat, Zhao Wanxi will feel the hot eyes from someone. Leng junao leaves the future seven imperial concubines and sits on a table with Hua Shuying. The sharp ink pupil like hawk never moves away from her from the moment she enters the hall door.
The light banter voice spreads from the throat of Hua Shuying, meaning to point out: "the seventh Prince is very ill this time!"
Leng Jun Ao's side eyes were cold and white. "Aren't you a miracle doctor? If you have the ability, you can cure the king. "
"You are critically ill, and I have no medicine to cure you!"
Hua Shuying's tone is still full of laughter and banter, but her eyes also fall on Zhao Wanxi. Although the woman is less cultivated, she does have some beauty, but it doesn't make her good brother obsessed!
"If you don't have this ability, shut up to the king!"
A low, cold voice made Hua Shuying shut her mouth, but the sound of their conversation floated into Zhao Wanxi's ears without a word. The strong metaphor also made her ears slightly hot.
"Wan Xi, let's go back to our seats."
From the beginning to the end, Zhao Wanxi didn't look at Leng junao on purpose. She thought he was out of the palace yesterday, but she came to the banquet, which shows that he was in the Palace last night.
What's wrong with her? Was he angry because he didn't go to her room last night?
Aware of this idea in her mind, Zhao Wanxi herself was startled. She always thought that women could not be attached to men and could not be too clingy. But when did she begin to cling to people.
Although she didn't look up, Zhao Wanxi could feel the strong and domineering heat coming to her frequently. Leng junao was lazy and elegant with his glass in one hand, but his sharp eagle eyes were staring at her.