Medical Concubine attracts the whole city

Leng Jun Ao didn't even lift his head, but a light joke came: "people who don't know think it's the king who is choosing a concubine! You choose your own family, and you don't see it yourself. "

Zhao Wanxi said coldly, "I don't care if I don't look. Anyway, it's the same for me to marry anyone."

She means that if she really wants to get married, it's just a formality. She will never grow old with a completely strange man. Anyway, she doesn't care if she becomes a second wife.

"It's all the same anyway. How can I marry Wang?"

Leng junao suddenly raised his head. He looked serious and stared at Zhao Wanxi.

This sudden sentence really surprised Zhao Wanxi. She was completely silly and stared at him with a blank face: "when is it? Can the seventh Prince stop making fun of minnv?"

The uninhibited smile came back to the man's eyes again. He picked up a picture and said, "just him! The son of the Minister of rites, who is gentle, handsome and elegant, is sure to be a good husband in the future. "

Zhao Wanxi glanced at the portrait in the man's hand, nodded and said listlessly, "then I'll go to reply to the Empress Dowager tomorrow, just him!"

The smile of Leng Jun Ao's lips was restrained, but her sharp eagle eyes were still staring at her: "when did you become so obedient? Will you marry whoever I ask you to? "

"Didn't the seventh Prince say he was gentle, handsome and elegant? Should a scholar like this be easier to talk to? "

Zhao Wanxi responds thoughtfully. Now she only hopes that the young master of the book of rites is really like Leng junao, so that she can discuss with the other party and be friendly, so that she can get together and disperse.

Leng junao listened, but he felt that the heartless woman really said that she was going to get married. Her face was slightly heavy, and he said with deep meaning: "the scholar is reasonable, and he is really easy to speak, but he is weak. If you play Cuju, you can lose half your life!"

Zhao Wanxi doesn't care whether the son of the Minister of rites will lose half his life playing Cuju.

The next day, Zhao Wanxi didn't see Leng junao at lunch. Chao San went back to Qionghua palace to take a message for her, saying that she had made an appointment with some old friends and asked her to go to Cixin palace to greet the Empress Dowager after lunch.

Zhao Wanxi is sulking. This man can't wait for her to get married?

In the mercy palace, the Empress Dowager heard that Zhao Wanxi had chosen the young master of the Li family, the Minister of rites. She immediately beamed: "Miss Wanxi has eyes. I've seen the young master of Li. She is gentle, talented and modest. Then it's settled. I'll marry you in three days

Zhao Wanxi's smile is more ugly than crying. She wanted to leave, but the Empress Dowager held lin'er and insisted that she stay at Cixin palace for dinner.

In the evening, father-in-law an, who was the messenger for the empress dowager, came back. His face didn't look very good. He said something to the Empress Dowager's ear, and the Empress Dowager turned pale.

"How could that be? What does the doctor say? "

Zhao Wanxi's eyes were flowing. From the looks of Empress Dowager and father-in-law an, it was obvious that something had happened, and it was still a big deal.

"The doctor said that his arms and legs were all broken and his bones and muscles were broken for a hundred days. I'm afraid we can't be in a hurry to prepare for the wedding."

The Empress Dowager's eyes flashed a look of doubt: "how can something happen at this juncture? Who are the people who play Cuju with Mr. Li? "