"What advice does your majesty have?"
The moment she opened her mouth, even Zhao Wanxi herself was surprised by the indifference in her voice. And the big palm that grasps her wrist, it is to tighten a few minutes again.
"Xi'er, if it wasn't for Bai Lian today, lin'er would be be fraught with grim possibilities.
In order to save lin'er, she fought for him, even though she was seriously injured. Only in this way can I catch up with him... "
"Oh."
So babadihou is here to speak for Bai Lian?
Maybe even Leng junao didn't realize that when he was talking, although it seemed normal, the ending still had a little unclear trill.
Obvious fear.
This is in fear, if he is in a hurry, Bai Lian really died for lin'er, he will be equal to once again lost Yunzi Pei?
Leng junao, a man, is extremely calm. Many times, it's cold.
This is the first time that Zhao Wanxi finds out that except for her, her emotions are usually very reserved in other situations. There are few such obvious Leng junao, and there are exceptions.
This is the second accident. It's all because of Bai Lian.
Listen to Zhao Wanxi can't stand a tremor.
The heart turns the river and the sea, but the face is calm. She didn't even look at Leng junao one more time. She didn't even move her expression.
"So what does the emperor mean?"
Next, is the time to witness the conferment of imperial concubines?
Knowing that at this moment, it's not a time of anger and chicken's belly, Bai Lian is lin'er's life-saving benefactor. He should be grateful for his love and reason.
Just to the attitude and performance of Shang Leng junao, Zhao Wanxi felt that she couldn't control herself and the thoughts in her mind.
Is impatient to want to get rid of the cold Jun Ao's clamp, and heard each other out of the sound.
"But lin'er is hurt. Because of this, Bai Lian feels guilty. He feels that he hasn't done his best, so he wants to plead with you.
Xi'er, for the sake of her being hurt, can you... "
"Excuse me? What crime, please
At such a time, shouldn't we take credit?
The unexpected turn of God made Zhao Wanxi unexpectedly stop her struggle and raise her eyebrows without thinking.
"I'll see."
Wen Yan, Leng junao, let go of his kindness.
Half an hour's effort, Zhao Wanxi in the hall for Leng Yulin surgery suture wound, and Bai Lian is stubbornly kneeling in place.
Although the blood stopped, but the shoulder, hands of the wound is too deep, or still in the bleeding.
And after such a long time, not to mention that her plain clothes had almost been dyed red by blood stains, even the cloth band that was later bound up had been infiltrated.
For a weak woman who doesn't know martial arts, she has almost reached the limit.
Just when Bai Lian feels that she's going to be black in front of her eyes and can't hold on to it, she finally stands in front of her with a flower in front of her and Zhao Wanxi, who has embroidered a flying phoenix costume.
Seeing this, she squeezed her hands, which were too painful to move before, and the whole person woke up again.
Although Zhao Wanxi didn't see Bai Lian's little action, she just looked at her face, which was white and yellow, and even her blood vessels were faintly visible. Her eyebrows were almost twisted into a knot in one's heart.
"Don't kneel down. Thanks to you today, lin'er can get his life back. It's the palace and the emperor who thank you. You don't have to apologize."