At dusk four, who had been hiding, her face suddenly changed when she heard that Joan was ill.
"Is Miss Joan ill?"
Anyone with a clear eye can see the boy's mind at a glance. When Zhao Wanxi entered the palace in the morning, she found that she was in love with Joan.
Joan is a good girl, and Zhao Wanxi feels that she is quite congenial with her. If she can, she is willing to make a good marriage.
"I had a cold in the night and a high fever. I've just had the medicine cooked by the imperial doctor's office. Now I have to see the steamed stuffed bun. Joan will trouble you to take care of it."
Zhao Wanxi pointed to the medicine bowl at the head of the bed and confidently assigned the task to Mu Si. She left without turning her head back, and her lips lifted up an intriguing smile.
The evening four dare not slack off, hurried into the room, also don't care about the difference between men and women, one hand micro lift Joan's back of the head, the other hand with a silver spoon toward her mouth medicine.
Joan's head was dizzy, but she was conscious. Her cheeks were red, and the ironing was almost burning.
As Zhao Wanxi walked back from Joan's room, she heard the cry of baozi from a distance. She could not help frowning. This fat boy has become more and more clingy recently.
She pushed open the door of the bedroom and was about to open her mouth. The cry of baozi stopped suddenly. Zhao Wanxi fixed her eyes and saw a familiar figure of Ming Huang.
Leng junao wears a Dragon Robe and takes over the fat boy from his maidservant. Xiaobaozi doesn't cry immediately!
It seems that she is not the only one to blame for this smelly boy. Zhao Wanxi curled her lips and was inexplicably sour and jealous. Then she turned around and left.
"Where is Xi'er going?"
The man's deep and mellow voice came from behind. Zhao Wanxi stopped and looked back at him: "of course, I'm going to the place where I can use me..."
Since the bun is taken care of, Joan needs her even more.
Leng Jun Ao doesn't know, so he steps forward with baozi in his arms and stops her.
"You still want to get out of the palace?"
He thought that she was going to leave again. The eagle's eyes could not help but darken with an aggressive air.
Zhao Wanxi raised her eyebrows and looked into the man's eyes without fear: "Nanlin emperor now has a beautiful concubine. Why do you want to keep me? I have seen your sincerity to Queen Wanxi very clearly.... "
There was a strong sour smell in her words, but she didn't feel it.
Leng Jun's sharp eagle eyes crossed an imperceptible fine awn, and suddenly stepped towards her. His black head bent down and suddenly narrowed the distance between them.
"Xi'er, are you jealous?"
The man's low voice, with a husky voice, escapes into Zhao Wanxi's ears, as if with the magic of bewitching people's hearts.
Zhao Wanxi's heart suddenly missed half a beat. She stepped back reflexively. In a panic, she seemed to see a smile in the man's deep eyes.
"Why should I be jealous? I just I don't want to waste any more time here
She calmed down, pretended to be cool and took a deep breath.
Leng Jun's eagle eyes were slightly astringent and serious: "you can't go now!"
Zhao Wanxi raised her eyebrows and asked, "why?"
The man stares at her eyes, and a hint of thought-provoking shallowness appears on the corner of his lips: "I was just about to tell you that we have a distinguished guest from Nanlin country. I want you to accompany me to meet with me."
What does Nanlin's distinguished guests have to do with her?