Chapter 678

Eating the steaming meat bun, Amu suddenly feels the familiar fragrance coming. It's the unique fragrance of fairy sister. It's more attractive than meat bun.

A boy looked back and saw Zhao Wanxi's flattering smile. The woman squatted down: "am, is xiaolongbao delicious?"

Amu nodded: "fairy sister's craftsmanship is very good!"

Zhao Wanxi still smiles like a flower: "I'm full. Can you help me with something later?"

Ah Mu hardly even thought about it. He answered with a dull voice.

In the mountain stream at night, the sound of the flute is blowing into the quiet courtyard with the wind. The silk and bamboo are fresh and leisurely.

Zhao Wanxi knows that he is the one who plays the flute!

Leng junao has never appeared since he snatched the door in the kitchen in the early morning. Until the sound of the flute comes, Zhao Wanxi knows that he has never gone far and is not far away.

When the sound of the flute stops, a big black figure appears in the Sihe Courtyard. Leng junao enters the room steadily and nimbly.

The room is dark. He lights the lamp, but he doesn't see lin'er. His eyes are dim.

Then he turned and walked to the cabinet. The moment he opened the door, the man's back was stiff, because the thing he hid in the corner of the cabinet disappeared, which made his eyes suddenly change.

The next second, he turned the clothes in the cabinet into a mess, and still did not see what he had hidden.

"Is the Supreme Lord looking for this?"

The familiar girl voice came from the door. Zhao Wanxi didn't invite herself in. She held a picture scroll in her left hand and a brocade box in her right.

Under the mask, the man's deep and dark black pupil suddenly quieted down, less impetuous, more calm.

He just quietly stared at the woman, watching her step by step toward himself.

The picture scroll of Zhao Wanxi's left hand was gently raised, and the whole picture was scattered. The woman in the picture was gorgeous. It was when she first entered the palace that the queen asked the painter to help her draw it. Later, the painting fell into the hands of the seventh prince, and it has been treasured by men in the cabinet of Qionghua palace.

Leng Jun's mouth is still silent.

Goodbye, Zhao Wanxi opened the brocade box in her right hand. A white silk handkerchief was folded neatly and placed in it.

Although this is a very common silk handkerchief, Zhao Wanxi clearly knows that the seventh prince was in danger and seriously injured in order to fulfill the important task entrusted by the Empress Dowager. She bandaged his wound when she went to the palace to help him. She just didn't expect that men would treasure it as well.

The distance between them was getting closer and closer. Although no one spoke first, they knew each other well.

A woman in a plain dress, graceful posture, lightly to, and Leng Jun roam close to the distance, light and stand, Qingcheng face has unspeakable fresh refined.

"The Supreme Lord won't tell me that it's just a spur of the moment that you sneak into Qionghua palace and steal these two things at great risk."

Zhao Wanxi's voice is cold and clean, but with a touch of sadness. It looks like the leaves trembling on the branches in the morning, which is pitiful.

Leng Jun Ao's heart can't help shivering, feeling her sadness, his heart is more painful!

The evidence is solid, he can't argue, but his heart becomes more tangled. Does he really want to admit his identity? Once you admit that he is Leng junao, can you go back to the past?

No way!

He can no longer give her happiness!