Chapter 1285

Zhao Wanxi asked, "is she still here so late?"

Joan replied, "the lady Li came here a long time ago. I didn't call you because she was sleeping so soundly."

She nodded slightly to show that she knew.

Hand action is still not slow, in the dressing.

When he finished packing up and went out, Ouyang Huajing was already impatient.

"I didn't expect that the Queen's sister got up at this time."

"Last night, the emperor specially told my sister that I should get up earlier. I didn't expect that the Queen's sister would get up just now."

She still shows her beautiful neck today, and the blue and purple marks on it are particularly eye-catching.

"Yesterday, did the emperor rest with his sister?"

Zhao Wanxi wrapped herself up tightly, which was in sharp contrast to Ouyang Huajing's dress.

Ouyang Huajing eyebrows a Yang, "natural."

Smell speech, Zhao Wanxi is also a eyebrow pick, did not speak, but put on the body side of the right hand, but unconsciously stroked the clothes wrapped tightly neck.

There are traces left by Leng junao last night.

But Ouyang Huajing said that Leng junao stopped in Changjing palace yesterday. But last night, although her consciousness was a little hazy, what she saw was true and could not be mistaken

"My sister dares to ask the queen sister that it's true that she hasn't served the emperor yet. If she really wants to serve the emperor, does she have to get up at lunch time?"

Ouyang Huajing lips a hook, it is a sneer smile.

Zhao Wanxi's eyes flashed, "this does not need to worry about Li Fei's sister, nor does it belong to her sister's jurisdiction."

There must be something fishy about it.

But she thought about it several times, but she didn't think about it clearly. Zhao Wanxi made up her mind. When Leng junao came here, she must ask clearly.

After a short talk, they broke up.

At the same time, in moring's room, on a huge wall, there are many instruments of torture, knives, swords, tongs, braziers, everything.

They are well maintained. They have been carefully scrubbed. Every tool has the luster of Cheng Liang, with a cold light on one side. In addition to the cold environment, people who come here for the first time can't help shivering.

Leng junao approached the only living person in the room.

He was tied to a huge post by a thick rope. His whole body was disheveled and drooped. There were many wounds of different depths on his body.

"Night little Lord, how does it feel to be imprisoned?"

Low voice with banter rings out, but the smile of Leng Jun's lips is a little bloodthirsty.

The man tied to the post is the young master of flame Island, night Phoenix dust.

Night Phoenix dust heard the voice, raised his head, showing a face covered with blood covered by messy hair, his eyes, it seems that there is light turbid, little by little scattered.

These rays of light again focused together, and fell on the man in front of him in the bright yellow robe

This words, as if from the teeth between squeeze out in general.

To get such an answer, Leng junao is satisfied, but at the same time, he also has a faint anger.

"Since you know, this kind of taste is not good, then why at the beginning, still imprison Xi'er in your side?"

"So today, I must give you a taste."

Leng junao said word by word, biting his teeth.

With these words, he picked up a sword from the side at will. The body of the sword was so bright that he could even see his own shadow from above.