Chapter 2787 Want to break (9)

It's like a cool breeze blowing in on a hot summer day, quiet and elegant, as calm as water.

The little girl who was kneeling raised her head slightly and looked over secretly.

You can see the whiteness like moonlight in the dim light, the whiteness as quiet as pearls.

She was dressed in pure white, sitting in a wheelchair like a snow egret with broken wings.

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

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

An out-and-out sickly beauty, too pale, almost sickly.

It looked like a soaked corpse fished out of the water.

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

The eunuch took notice, stepped forward, leaned over to the sick beauty's side, and whispered, "Your Highness, Young Master Zhuo is in third place."

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

Unexpectedly, the wheelchair didn't stop and just passed by him.

Behind the screen, Queen Qingluan stood up directly.

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

Behind the screen, Empress Qingluan, who was in the prime of her favor, gave the eunuch next to her a wink.

The knuckles are slightly spread, and the palms are dry and cold white.

When he was pushed to the third position, in front of Young Master Zhuo, he would raise his head.

Looking at her, there wasn't too much emotion in her eyes.

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

"What's your name?"

It was soft and felt great, and the warmth of his palm seemed to remain on it.

For a long time, the palace attendant pushed his wheelchair from right to left.

He didn't speak and didn't know what he was thinking.

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

The kit fell into her hand, and she held it, seeming a little confused.

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

The sickly young man calmly hummed.

She is white, small, and has the cleanest eyes.

The beautiful young man in the wheelchair, whose face was as white as frost, lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Symbolizing the selected imperial gift bag, it is in the hands of the sickly young man.

In her hand, all eyes were focused on it.

Look at him, dumbfounded.

It was in the period of voice change, and his voice was soft and soft, still carrying those immature boyish tones.

It was clearly decided and he was asked to choose directly.

And the royal gift bag remained in her hand.

Yun Si looked at him secretly and looked at him with her peripheral vision.

Looking at them, he coughed lowly and seemed weak when coughing.

He said nothing more and didn't ask her any more questions.

Starting from the far right, lower your eyes and quietly look down at the young men kneeling in front of you.

"My name is Yun... Yanzhang."

Everyone present was silent.

The sickly and beautiful young man gave her the gift bag, his eyes quiet.

Soon, the palace attendant pushed him back.

The knuckles are long and slender, and the lip color is extremely light, almost transparent.

Her little face is a little dirty, but her white color can be vaguely recognized.

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

The soft kit, stained with the fragrance of medicine, fell on the back of the little man's hand.

She immediately lowered her head and knelt down.

Staring at her, especially the young Master Zhuo who was supposed to be chosen, his eyes gradually changed from disbelief to viciousness.

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

The sickly young man with flawless white face and clear face raised his dark eyes with an unclear tone.

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