Chapter 2787 Want to Break (9)

It's like a cool breeze blowing in the hot summer, 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 its wings broken.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

She immediately lowered her head and knelt down.

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

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

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."

It was clearly decided that he should choose directly.

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

No words, no idea what he was thinking.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everyone present was silent.

Behind the screen, Queen Qingluan stood up directly.

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

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

White, small, and the eyes look the cleanest.

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

Look at him, dumbfounded.

The sickly and beautiful young man gave her the bag of tips with a calm look in his eyes.

"what's your name?"

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

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

Looking at her, there was no too much emotion in his eyes.

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

"My name is Yun... Yanzhang."

The sickly young man calmly hummed.

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

Soon, the palace man pushed him back.

And the imperial gift bag remained in her hand.

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

In her hand, all eyes were focused on it.

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? Miss Qing, do you think it's wrong to choose alone?"