Chapter 1815

The more she thought about it, the more she couldn't hold back her disbelief.

The next second, she suddenly got up. On impulse, she wanted to ask Leng junao for a clear idea.

But when I raised my feet, I found that my legs were a little soft, and I couldn't use half of my strength.

In case Is that true?

Think of this layer, subconscious reaction, the impulse to speak up face to face, all turned into a sense of dare not face.

However, on the second day of bringing order out of chaos, the dinner at Qionghua palace was more than an hour late.

It's not that people in the imperial dining room don't enjoy themselves, but that the master doesn't pass on the meal. The meal is ready and warm all the time.

After all, the news came to Leng Jun's ears.

The person who was originally on the top of his heart, yesterday managed to mend his almost precarious feelings, when he was in deep love.

As soon as he heard Huang Qi's report, he couldn't sit still. He quickly dealt with several particularly important things at hand, and then with a gap, he slipped to Qionghua palace.

Compared with the busy and bustling palace people, the main hall is very quiet.

Wave back the public, didn't let people report, cold Jun Ao a person quietly went in.

Just like a few years ago, when Zhao Wanxi was still unknown, he stole her boudoir, but she was very happy.

On the soft couch near the window in the inner room of the main hall, Zhao Wanxi is sitting in front of her, holding a volume of books in her hand and reading carefully.

A head of dark cloud like black hair, no bun, so casually floating around behind. People did not make any dress, a plain dress, but also a small face.

Fortunately, natural beauty, even so, did not lose half of her charm, but instead less gorgeous, a little more clean and pure.

The whole person is clean and can't bear to blaspheme.

At first glance, that kind of simple and elegant, leisurely and comfortable time is quiet, so that just after dealing with political affairs, you can get away from the intrigue of power struggle. In your bones, there is still cold Jun Ao with a faint bloody residue. The whole person has a sense of soul purification from head to foot.

For a moment, I forgot my intention and couldn't bear to disturb this beautiful picture. Unconsciously, I stood there and watched it for a long time.

Until his eyes gradually moved down and saw that Zhao Wanxi was holding the book in hand, his face suddenly changed slightly.

"Well, why did you suddenly turn to the Scriptures?"

It's almost the same with medical books, which is obviously not Zhao Wanxi's style.

The sound sounded suddenly, without the slightest sign.

Even Leng junao had been standing in the hall for a long time, but for Zhao Wanxi, it was a sudden appearance.

Joan didn't pass on the message in advance, and her spirit was immersed in Buddhist scriptures. She was so frightened that her fingers trembled.

In time to stabilize, look up the moment, his face has been hanging a smile.

"Lanxi's mother and son haven't been rescued yet. I look through the Scriptures and pray for them. I hope they are safe."

Her face was calm and her mouth was smiling. At first glance, Zhao Wanxi seemed to have no problem. Everything was normal.

Looking forward to her like this, Leng junao's eyebrows are straight wrinkled and his eyes are full of worries.

As soon as she raised her long legs, she took a big step to sit beside Zhao Wanxi and put her big hand on her forehead.

"Are you not feeling well? Or who made you angry? "