Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 2787 Want to fold (9)

It's like a cool breeze blowing in the hot summer, quiet and elegant, as light as water.

The kneeling little girl raised her head slightly and peeked over.

I can see the moonlight-like white in the dim light, the quiet pearl-like white.

Dressed in white, she sat in a wheelchair like a snow heron whose wings had been broken off.

His face was white and flawless, and his eyes were as black as charcoal.

Thin, cold and lonely, with a particularly weak and sick look lingering between his brows.

An out-and-out morbid beauty, too pale, a little sickly white.

It looked like a soaked corpse salvaged from the water.

He was sitting in a wheelchair and was slowly pushed out by the palace staff.

Looking at them, he coughed lowly, even when he coughed, he seemed weak.

The beauty's eyes fell on her, and then she glanced at the kneeling person in the middle.

In her hand, all of a sudden, everyone's eyes came together.

When he got to the third place, in front of Young Master Zhuo, he was about to raise his head.

After a long time, the palace man pushed his wheelchair from right to left.

The eunuch accepted, stepped forward, leaned over to the side of the sick beauty, and reminded in a low voice, "Your Highness, Young Master Zhuo is in the third place."

No words, no idea what he was thinking.

She immediately bowed her head and knelt down.

He didn't say anything, and didn't ask her any more questions.

Everyone present was silent.

Looking at him, he was dumbfounded.

The knuckles are slightly spread out, and the palm is dry and cold.

In vain, small in stature, with the cleanest eyes.

No, the wheelchair just passed in front of him without stopping.

The chosen little man raised his head and looked at him with big black eyes.

The soft kit, tainted with medicinal fragrance, just landed on the back of the little man's hand.

Starting from the far right, lowering your eyes, quietly looking down at the teenagers kneeling in front of you.

Looking at her, there is not much emotion in the eyes.

The beautiful young man in the wheelchair with a pale face like frost, lowered his eyes, quietly.

The sickly boy hummed calmly.

Behind the screen, Empress Qingluan stood up directly.

"My name is Yun... Yanzhang."

"what's your name?"

Perhaps because of his poor health, his voice was soft.

And the imperial bestowal bag was left in her hands like this.

"..." The little girl who was suddenly selected looked at him blankly.

The sickly beauty seemed to feel something, and raised her long and slender eyelashes tremblingly, and looked over.

It's soft and feels great, and it seems that the temperature of his palm still remains on it, warm.

At the time of the voice change period, his voice was soft and soft, still carrying those immature and youthful voices.

Yun Si peeked at him secretly, sizing him up from the corner of his eye.

Soon, the palace servants pushed him back.

The sick and beautiful young man gave her the kit, his eyes were quiet.

Behind the screen, Empress Qingluan, who was in full swing, gave the eunuch beside her a wink.

Her small face was a bit dirty, but her whiteness could be vaguely recognized.

The kit fell into her hand, and she seemed to be a little dazed while holding it.

The knuckles are slender, and the lip color is extremely light, so light that it is almost transparent.

It symbolizes that the selected imperial gift bag is in the hands of a sick boy.

He took it, and then slowly handed it to the little man in the corner.

It was clearly decided by default, and he was asked to choose directly.

Staring at her, especially that young master Zhuo who should have been chosen, staring at her gradually changed from unbelievable to vicious.

Behind the screen, Empress Qingluan frowned, "Your Highness, have you thought about it?"

That sick young man with a flawless white face and a clear face raised his lacquered eyes and spoke in an unclear tone.

"What? Qing Niangniang thinks it's wrong to choose alone?"

(End of this chapter)