This is a chronic poison, carried in the womb.

Why is Xiao Jingyun infected with such poison?

If you look at it carefully, the reason will be intriguing...

Fenghua pursed her lips and said, "Please change your hand."

Xiao Jingyun's smile slightly lowered, and his eyes looked at Fenghua, but he couldn't help but feel deeper, but he didn't say anything.

One hand is retracted and the other hand is extended.

Yingbai's fingertips hit Xiao Jingyun's wrist bones again.

She is diagnosed.

A gentle and affectionate voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

Xiao Jingyun said:

"During the reign of the late emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty, there were many descendants, but the only ones who survived were the fifth princess and the sixth princesses."

"Empress Dowager, you said...why is this?"

Fenghua suddenly raised her eyes and looked into Xiao Jingyun's eyes.

The deepest part of gentleness is the insight into everything... cold and thin.

From a distance, it was like two people holding hands, looking at each other affectionately, and being intimate.

The slender boy wearing a bright yellow dragon robe has a slightly pale face as gentle as jade, and his eyes are a little gentle.

It seemed like staring affectionately.

The girl held his wrist and tilted her head. She could only see her delicate side face, black hair, beautiful jaw, and red lips that were not erect.

Everything is just right.

From Xiao Fengting's perspective, the girl's expression could not be seen clearly.

He didn't know whether the girl's face also appeared at this moment, and the gentleness of Xiao Jingyunru retreating.

Refusing to think and guess.

Because, even if there is a slight possibility—

It's enough for him to get hurt and turn the world upside down.

Xiao Fengting's breathing was suffocated, and his hands under the purple sleeves behind him were slowly clenched into fists.

Jiang Sijin...

One last look.

Immediately, I turned around and left, with a decisive back.

It happened to run into Qinglan: "Prince--"

Outside the hall, Qinglan was panicked and greeted her.

Fenghua's eyes subconsciously turned to the door.

It was empty, and there was no such beautiful and romantic purple figure.

The delicate and slender eyebrows couldn't help but flip.

Xiao Fengting, has he been here?

Xiao Jingyun's slightly pale face was as gentle as jade, and his lips, as light pink as cherry, contained a very gentle and unidentified smile: "Uncle Huang seems to have been here just now."

“…”

The young emperor's voice was gentle and harmless, and he slowly said, "Maybe, the emperor's uncle misunderstood something when he saw the empress dowager take my pulse."

“…”

Fenghua looked cold and casually withdrew her hand and glanced at Xiao Jingyun sideways.

A sneered slightly in his heart.

Sure enough.

Once you are in the imperial family, where are there any good birds?

She lazily issued an order to expel guests: "I am tired from the Ai family, please come back."

A faint darkness flashed in Xiao Jingyun's eyes, complex and obscure.

...

At night.

After Qinglan served Fenghua to bed, she stepped down.

Fenghua lay on the phoenix couch, closed her eyes, and her slender and dense eye feathers hung slightly.

She didn't fall asleep.

Very patient, waiting for someone to arrive...
Chapter completed!