Zhao Wanxi gets up with Leng Zitong in her arms and looks at her aunt and nephew, who communicate with each other through facial expressions. She is puzzled.

"What do you want to ask me? What were you talking about, so happy. "

Unlike when facing Ouyang Huajing, or even other people in the palace, Zhao Wanxi feels very comfortable when facing Princess Lanxi, Prince Leng Yulin and Princess Leng Zitong in the Hehuan hall.

Although I don't know whether they recognize the wrong person, or she really forgot something, inexplicably familiar with the relaxed feeling, let her not half stiff, no matter what she said or what, feel very casual.

This feeling of being more like a relative also made her feel more comfortable. Even the tone of her speech was different.

Listening to her question, Princess Lanxi's smiling eyes bend. She is about to open her mouth when she is stopped by Leng Yulin's tight voice.

"No, we didn't say anything. What kind of tea does the mother want to drink? I'll have someone pour it out. "

As the prince, coupled with zaohui, Leng Yulin has always been in a slightly high cold style. At this moment, Zhao Wanxi was surprised by her apparent guilty attitude.

Invisibly, it's more like what a child of his age should look like.

At the same time, I feel more gratified and confused.

"What are you hiding from me? Today is not a day for Taifu to rest and bathe. Your father will check your lessons the next day. Why did you come here? "

The last sentence is specially for Leng Yulin.

As the prince, and Leng junao has high hopes, Leng Yulin is actually very hard.

We can't fall behind in the way of culture, military strategy and governing the country. Under such heavy study, he basically went to lengjunao to visit Cixin palace, and then went to Qionghua palace more often. Besides, he really didn't have much time and energy to visit the huge Hougong.

That appearance made Zhao Wanxi feel sad.

At this moment, it's rare to see people in the hall of joy, and it's still so mysterious. She doesn't feel strange.

But got the hint of his nephew, Lanxi covered his lips and shook his head with a smile, but he refused to say any more. Only pass in the past a "you guess" look, let Zhao Wanxi own experience.

Unfortunately, Leng Yulin in the end or chess poor move, successfully stopped Lanxi, but did not defend his sister.

Seeing Zhao Wanxi asking questions, Leng Zitong tilted her head in her arms and quickly solved her doubts.

"We are asking aunt Lanxi about her mother's preferences. We plan to give her a big surprise. Brother Huang said

"Cough Cough, cough, cough

The secret carefully guarded is betrayed. Leng Yulin's face is stiff, not to mention how upset she is.

He raised his little fist and put it on his lips, coughing hard. In a series of express, Leng Zitong responded. Xiaopang covered his mouth in time and regretted it pitifully.

"No, I said I would not tell my mother in advance."

As a result, one didn't hold back and said it.

Smell speech, Leng Yulin didn't angry ground white her one eye, but good or bad is also his own sister, also can't say what blame words.

On the contrary, he is a child, but he has to pretend to be an adult. He deliberately puts on a face, and his expression is indifferent, which makes people look very cute.

He's a little kid. He's so cute when he was a child. If he grows up, how can he get it? It's not hard to imagine what he looks like when he grows up.