It's a chronic poison that comes with it in the womb.

Why did Xiao Jingyun get such poison on his body?

If you look closely, the reasons are intriguing......

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

Xiao Jingyun's smile narrowed slightly, and his eyes looking at Fenghua couldn't help but deepen, but he didn't speak.

One hand is withdrawn, and the other hand is extended.

The white fingertips once again landed between Xiao Jingyun's wrist bones.

She's getting a diagnosis.

In my ears, the gentle and delicate voice suddenly sounded.

Xiao Jingyun said:

"During the reign of the first emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty, there were many heirs, but among those who survived, except for the fifth princess and the sixth princess, only I was born."

"Queen Mother, you say...... Why is that? ”

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

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

From a distance, it seems that the two of them are holding hands, looking at each other affectionately, intimately.

The slender young man in the bright yellow dragon robe, his slightly pale face was as warm as jade, and his eyes were a little gentle.

Like, affectionate gaze.

The girl held his wrist and tilted her head, only her delicate face, jet-black sideburns, beautiful chin, and undotted red lips could be seen.

Everything is just right.

From Xiao Fengting's point of view, he couldn't see the girl's expression clearly.

He didn't know if at this moment, the girl's face also appeared, as gentle as Xiao Jingyun.

Refuse to think and guess.

Because, even if there is even the slightest possibility-

It was enough for him to break his muscles and bones, and the world was turned upside down.

Xiao Fengting's breath was faint, and the hand under the purple sleeve behind him unconsciously clenched into a fist.

Jiang Yijin......

One last look.

Immediately, he turned and left, his back resolute.

happened to bump into Qinglan: "Lord Wang-"

Outside the hall, there was a panicked movement of Qinglan asking for peace.

Fenghua's eyes subconsciously turned to the door.

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

The delicate eyebrows can't help but twist.

Xiao Fengting, has he been here?

Xiao Jingyun's slightly pale face was as warm as jade, and his pale pink lips were as light as cherry blossoms, with a very gentle and unclear smile: "Uncle Huang seems to have been here." ”

“……”

The young Son of Heaven's voice was gentle and harmless, and said slowly: "Perhaps, it was the imperial uncle who misunderstood something when he saw the Queen Mother diagnose my pulse." ”

“……”

Fenghua's expression was cold, and he withdrew his hand carelessly, and glanced at Xiao Jingyun.

He sneered slightly.

Sure enough.

Once in the emperor's house, where are there any good birds?

She lazily ordered the eviction of guests: "The mourning family is tired, please go back to the emperor." ”

A faint dark color flashed in Xiao Jingyun's eyes, complicated and obscure.

……

Night.

Qinglan waited for Fenghua to go to bed, and then retreated.

Fenghua lay on the phoenix couch, closed her eyes, and her long and thick eyelashes hung down slightly.

She didn't fall asleep.

Extremely patient, waiting for a person to arrive......