Chapter 1283

Leng junao, who had been talking in Zhao Wanxi's ear, finally got a response. He quickly stood up and coaxed him to the side of xiaobaozi

Strange to say, just now Zhao Wanxi how coax also coax not good small steamed stuffed bun, after hearing this sentence, immediately stopped crying.

A pair of watery eyes also looked curiously at the two people in front of them.

Black bright pupil, clearly set off the two faces.

He even put out his little hand to touch both of them.

Even if Zhao Wanxi was not happy in her heart, her unhappiness had disappeared for more than half, leaving only a piece of softness.

Leng junao sat beside Zhao Wanxi, reached over her thin shoulder, and put her in his arms, "Xi'er, don't be angry, OK?"

Zhao Wanxi wanted to struggle, but she didn't have his strength, so she had to give up.

"Xi'er, today you beat me or scold me, as long as you can make you happy."

She leans in his arms, the steamed stuffed bun nests in her arms, listening to his steady heartbeat, Zhao Wanxi rare, feel some peace.

But today, Leng junao calms Ouyang Huajing and ignores her. She keeps it all in mind, so she uses a little strength to break away from him.

Leng junao is aware of her intention and embraces her.

At the same time, taking into account the small bun sleeping again, just around her waist, head buried in her neck side, very satisfied.

"I tell you, Xi'er, you can't escape in this life."

Words overbearing, speak, warm breath all spray in her neck side, itchy.

Zhao Wanxi twisted her body with impatience.

Well, believe him this time.

In the next few days, Leng junao specially set up a team of officials to investigate this matter, and he was sure to catch the person who poisoned him.

From time to time, people with weapons walk around Changjing palace, which makes people panic all the time. People are afraid of saying one more word or saying one wrong word.

It's not a good thing to be mistaken for a killer.

For better investigation, Ouyang Changluo's funeral was held, but the real body was not buried, but was completely stored in an ice coffin.

Ice can slow down the decay and aging of corpses.

Ouyang Huajing comes to greet Zhao Wanxi as usual.

Every morning, according to the rules, you have to ask Zhao Wanxi for her greetings.

Because of Ouyang Changluo's death, she has been wearing plain clothes in recent days, occasionally showing her slim neck and ambiguous traces.

Ouyang Huajing people also haggard a lot, just like a small white flower in the quagmire, and finally survive by virtue of their own indomitable will.

She saluted, "see you, empress."

Zhao Wanxi sat on the top and said, "flat body."

"Sister Li Fei is better today?"

She asked her usual greeting in a flat tone.

"It's much better. Thank you for your concern. I hope you can have a better life under the spring."

Ouyang Huajing sat on one side, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her slender white hands clasped, as if praying.

She took a look at the unresponsive Zhao Wanxi, and casually brought up another topic, "these days, those adults who investigate cases are really hard."

"There are always some people walking around in the hall with knives. My sister is always afraid. But fortunately, my sister mentioned a few words with the emperor, and those people left. "