As she was tidying up her clothes, she suddenly heard the sound of the broken string coming again. Zhao Wanxi''s action in her hand stopped. She turned back and asked the maidservant, "who is this player?"


    "If you go back to the girl, the sound of the piano is just what the seventh Prince played."


    Hearing the speech, Zhao Wanxi was a little surprised, but the piano broke again at this time. She, who was familiar with the melody, could hear it. This time, the piano sound was slightly impetuous compared with before, so she could guess the mood of the performer.


    Knowing that she''s coming, Leng junao doesn''t even show her face. Isn''t she angry?


    In my mind, my hand scratched aimlessly in the wardrobe, and suddenly pulled out a silk handkerchief from the corner, embroidered with a pair of mandarin ducks playing in the water, vivid and lifelike.


    How can there be embroidered silk handkerchief in a big man''s wardrobe? Zhao Wanxi''s water eyes flashed a little doubt, and then take a closer look at the lower right corner, gold rose thread embroidered with a cloud, it''s very beautiful.


    "Who let her touch the king''s things."


    Leng junao''s low voice came from the front door of the bedroom. With the temperament of not angry and self-confident, she walked towards her with great strides.


    Maidservant a face nervous Nuo Nuo: "maidservant damn..."


    "You step back."


    Leng junao waved his hand and looked indifferent, but the silk handkerchief in Zhao Wanxi''s hand had fallen into the man''s hands. She smelled the strong smell of wine on the man, and saw him shove it back to the corner of the cupboard, eyebrow angle picking -


    "didn''t you come to take clothes for Xiao Shizi? Let''s go when we get the clothes


    Zhao Wanxi could see that the man was in a bad mood and had some resentment towards her, but her voice softened: "the seventh Prince''s wound has not yet healed, so he shouldn''t drink!"


    The man, with his wine red eagle eyes and wild cold color, provocatively asked: "what''s the matter with you? Who are you from? "


    "Cough..."


    Zhao Wanxi cleared her throat: "the seventh Prince seems to have forgotten that I''m still your doctor. I''ve dealt with your injuries. If the infection causes adverse consequences, the seventh prince will smash my signboard."


    Leng junao''s eyes were more deep like the sea: "this matter is known by heaven and earth, you know it, I know it, even if the king died for it, others should have nothing to do with you..."


    The woman''s eyebrows and eyes are moving, with a faint smile: "but don''t forget the seventh prince, you still owe me the house in the north of the city, if you die Who is going to the house


    Listen to her concern is the north of the house, Leng Jun Ao''s face becomes more ugly, all elegant, but his body is full of murderous.


    "Woman, what''s in your eyes but money?"


    His eagle eyes were staring at her tightly. The feeling of ironing brought by his hot eyes fell on Zhao Wanxi''s cheek. The man''s eyes made her feel a little confused. His eyes lit up slightly and pretended to be calm. Shuimou looked at the man''s angry eagle eyes with a serious look -


    "I know that the seventh Prince is in a bad mood. In fact, I I came here specially to apologize to you. If I hadn''t made rash suggestions at that time, I wouldn''t have put the seventh prince in a dilemma. "


    Smell speech, Leng Jun roam deep as the dark sea of such as Mo Tong Ren, flow a kind of complex feelings, he never thought, such as her greedy fans, in addition to medical skills and courage, but also beyond his expectation.


    "My husband is flexible. Do you think I will be defeated by this small setback?"


    The man''s eyes lit up an imperceptible smile, his body suddenly leaned forward and supported the cupboard door with one arm, while Zhao Wanxi was wrapped between the man and the cupboard door, her nose full of wine and his unique masculine flavor.