Chapter 1222

It's a little girl who keeps her promise!

Zhao Wanxi's lips are full of smile, and the steamed stuffed bun in her hand is handed over to qiong'er. Leng Zitong runs with her legs and drags her, leading her to the Qionghua palace.

Qiong'er is holding the little prince behind her, but her eyes are inexplicably following Zhao Wanxi's back. How can this figure look so familiar? Did she ever meet this girl somewhere?

No way!

The baby buns in her arms kept on babbling, interrupting Joan's thoughts. Then she took her eyes back to the little prince. Oh, darling, what a pretty face

"Little prince, I've got you back. Otherwise, even if I die in the future, I have no face to see the empress!"

It's useless for her. Leng junao couldn't stop her from taking Zhao Wanxi and her son away from the cave. If she tried harder and delayed for a little longer, Ning shunmu and huagongzi would arrive.

Every time she thought about this, Joan was heartbroken and upset. If it wasn't for the little prince in her heart, and if it wasn't for her vow to take care of the little princess, she just wanted to die and go back to the imperial palace to face the eldest lady and the master.

Just when Joan is sad alone, Leng Zitong, who is a ghost, has already grabbed Zhao Wanxi's hand and led her into her father's palace.

Into the door, Tong son directly scattered her hand, straight to inside.

From the moment Zhao Wanxi stepped into the room, she felt familiar again. The plaque on the Zhumen gate and the furnishings of the palace just now seemed to have seen them all in her dreams. She always felt like she had never known each other before.

"Fairy sister, come here quickly!"

Zhao Wanxi looked back and saw the little girl open the cabinet door stealthily. She leaned out her head and waved in her direction.

Apricot Mou once crossed one to put on doubt color, she still didn't see to understand this little wench stealthily want to do what in the end, quickly walk toward her direction.

There are men's and women's clothes neatly placed in the cabinet, while the little girl's hand is picking out a scroll from the corner of the cabinet. Her eyes become crescent moon, and she smiles at Zhao Wanxi.

"The beauty in this picture is my mother!"

Leng Zitong is about to open the picture scroll. Suddenly, there is a movement outside the door. The little girl's face suddenly changes. The picture scroll she just pulled out swishes back into the corner of the cabinet.

"Someone is coming, fairy sister. I'll show it to you another day."

The little girl quickly closed the cupboard door, looking flustered, but she was still talking.

See here, Zhao Wanxi also probably understand, this little girl should say, another day to steal to show her almost!

Can't help chuckling, Zhao Wanxi gently reminded: "it's just a painting, it's not a treasure, can I steal it?"

At this time, the door was pushed open. Leng junao's tall and straight figure appeared in front of them. The little girl dragged Zhao Wanxi's clothes with a guilty heart. Her petite body was almost completely hidden behind her.

Zhao Yi Xi's eyes were slightly astringent, and she noticed something strange. Is this room Not the little princess's bedroom?

She took a closer look. Every part of the luxurious furnishings showed birth hard lines, which obviously didn't look like a child's room.

Leng Jun's low voice said, "what are you doing here?"