MTL - Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit-Chapter 2787 Want to fold (9)

  Chapter 2787 Want to break (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.

  You can see the moonlight-like whiteness in the dim light, the quiet pearly whiteness.

  Clean in white, sitting in a wheelchair like a snow heron with its wings broken off.

  The face is white and flawless, and the eyes are as black as charcoal.

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

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

  It looks like a soaked corpse that was salvaged from the water.

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

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

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

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

  Yun Si secretly looked at him, and looked at him from the corner of his eye.

  The sickly beauty seemed to have sensed it, and raised her slender eyelashes tremblingly, and looked over.

  She immediately lowered her head and knelt down.

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

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

  The **** 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."

   Clearly decided by default, asked him to choose directly.

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

  No words, no idea what he was thinking.

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

  Pushed to the third place, when Young Master Zhuo was in front of him, he was about to raise his head.

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

   It symbolizes that the selected royal 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.

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

  The soft, medicinal-scented kit just landed on the back of the little man's hand.

  Everyone present was silent.

   Behind the screen, Empress Qingluan stood up directly.

  The chosen villain raised his head and looked at him with **** eyes.

  The small face is a bit dirty, but her whiteness can be vaguely recognized.

  White, small, with the cleanest eyes.

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

  Looked at him, dumbfounded.

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

"what's your name?"

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

  Perhaps because of poor health, his voice is soft.

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

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

   "My name is Yun...Yanzhang."

  The sickly boy hummed calmly.

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

   Soon, the palace man pushed him back.

   And the imperial bestowal bag was left in her hands.

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

   In her hands, all eyes were on her.

   Staring at her, especially the young master Zhuo who was supposed to be chosen, the eyes staring at her gradually changed from unbelievable to vicious.

   Behind the screen, Empress Qingluan frowned, "Your Highness, have you made up your mind?"

  The white and flawless, sick young man with a clear face raised his dark eyes and spoke in an unclear tone.

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

  (end of this chapter)