His agile and charming sister, with a kind and gentle sister, followed him without any attention, and he took action against Xinci with his backhand. Who gave him a position? "Is there any news from Rongdu?"

"Young Master Rong did not reply."

"I'm still holding a grudge against the embarrassment that made him the Duke's Mansion..." Xiang Zhuyuan said calmly and said carelessly: "Hey, Xinci has given us less embarrassment, why bother with her?"

If you don't hear good deeds, who can compare with you?

Xiang Zhuyuan's words were naturally said to himself, and others should still care about it, otherwise how could it be someone else: "Tell him, the Rong family of Hongshan Kingdom after the Great Plague does not want to talk about it." The exchange of interests naturally requires the exchange of interests.

"yes."

...

Lin Wujing was removed from work very early today and came to the front yard before returning to his room.

"Commander Lin."

"Commander Lin."

Lin Wujing stood under the corridor, looking at Xinci, who was playing with the prince and the princess in the garden. After standing for a long time, he looked around: "Is Song Zining not on duty today?"

"Return to the commander, he has just stepped down."

Lin Wujing looked at Meng Ruiyong not far away: "Protect your wife." He turned around and left.

Meng Ruiyong followed.

"How is it?" Xiang Zhuyuan really wants to leave the child with a strong hair!

Meng Ruiyong said: "There is no news from Prince Xiang."

Lin Wujing frowned. The prince was indeed difficult to deal with. If the emperor was so angry, Prince Xiang would naturally not take him seriously: "I will hand it over tomorrow."

"yes."

...

In the elegant hall, the candles are brightly lit under the corridor.

Xiang Xinci had just finished washing up and lay on the bed, with long hair hanging down on her face, and patted Liang Xuansheng who was sleeping beside her with bare hands: "I found that he is really much cute after not crying or making trouble."

Lin Wujing leaned over to look at His Highness: "He cried, but the lady doesn't think he is cute."

"You are cute too." Xiang Xinci glanced at him: "You are cute too."

Lin Wujing looked at her smiling and stopped dealing with business. She turned around and sat next to her, and took the person into her arms: "Class Xiang asked someone to send the account book back. I took a quick look. The account book in the box was more or less problematic, but the problem was not big. The tracing needs to be handled. Madam has time to deal with it."

"You'll deal with it." Xiang Xinci looked at Lele's long eyelashes and couldn't help but stretch out his hand to touch it.

Lin Wujing held her hand and failed to let her succeed: "Wake up..."

Xiang Xinci turned around, put his hands on his neck, and looked at him with a slight radiance...

...

Chang'an looked at Vientiane and wanted to jump: "The Xiang family gave a troupe to Mrs. Zhongguo." Do you understand if you gave a troupe? The troupe.

"I'll give it to you. Everyone knows that the wife likes to listen to music and watch operas." What's so strange about it? The emperor also gave the entire Gongle Session, but no one has ever given it to you.

Chang'an couldn't tell him: "What's the big deal in the opera troupe!" Are you stupid?

Wanxiang suddenly opened his eyes wide, but he didn't expect Chang'an to think so! That was given to him by the Duke of Ling's Mansion, and they were not happy for themselves.

Can you be more keen? Maybe: "It was given to you under the banner of the Duke of Lingguo Mansion. My people said that the corner would chat with his wife if he didn't sing opera every day. What did Commander Lin do before? He just chatted with his wife. As he chatted..."

Wanxiang put his hand behind his back: "Dude Chang'an has been thinking too much. Last time you thought too much, the emperor didn't react. I think the emperor has really let go. As for the Yatang Palace, do whatever he wants, don't think about it." Wanxiang said and left.

"Sir Wan, Mr. Wan—"

"Don't worry about it."

Chang'an looked at Wanxiang's back and broke his mouth: "Who asked you to find him? I asked you to find Lord Duoyu. Whatever you want to find him, it's useless."

The little eunuch was scolded and was trepidated: "Duke Chang'an, no, it was not the one who invited me, but Lord Wan heard that you were looking for Lord Duoyu and rushed over to me..." Who knew that Lord Wanxiang was useless.

Chang'an was so angry that he had a toothache: "I haven't gone to find Lord Duoyu yet."

After half a stick of incense stick, in Xuande Hall.

Daoyu pulled Chang'an and stood behind the screen where the emperor reviewed the memorials.

Chang'an looked at Duoyu in fear and fear: "My sir, it's too...too obvious. The emperor will blame you..."

Duoyu spoke directly: "It's true. I heard that the opera troupe that the Xiang family gave to his wife was very good, and there were many famous actors..." Duoyu looked at the screen.

Chang'an hurriedly grabbed his arm and sweated for him. This was his business. He tried to tell the emperor that if the emperor cured the Lord Duoyu again, he would be accused of gossiping.

Chang'an was almost crying. This was not a big deal, but the emperor now had a subtle relationship with his wife. The emperor said that he would not listen to the news over there. He was not sure about it and wanted to ask Lord Duoyu. Unexpectedly, Lord Duoyu did this and even picked him out.

Duoyu didn't panic at all and said deliberately: "What do you want me to do? I'm just praising the opera troupe. Look, you're scared. The opera troupe is singing well, so I can't say it anymore. You probably don't know. I heard that famous actors are specially trained." Duoyu deliberately emphasized the word "training" behind the screen.

Chang'an was both angry and moved, and went up to cover his mouth.

Duoyu easily grabbed his hand and leaned close to his ear. This time he really whispered: "I won't say it anymore, don't worry. I will do this in the future. I am not sure what to say. Just show it. When the emperor asks, you continue to say it. If you don't ask, it means that the emperor doesn't want to know. Do you understand?"

Tears flashed in Chang'an's eyes, and he nodded fiercely. No one except Master Shoukang has treated him so well: "Well..."

"Why are you crying for a real man?"

I am a man, but he knows how rainy he thinks they are men.

After a long time, Ming Xiluo was still sitting in front of the desk, but the pen in his hand had not moved for a long time. What did the Duke's Mansion do? I gave her a troupe? It was just a simple troupe. Who gave it? Will Xiang Zhang cause trouble for the Xiang family?

Xiang Zhuyuan gave it to me? Ming Xiluo felt a little upset when he mentioned this person. Xiang Zhuyuan was older than Xinci for many years, so he didn't know what he knew. It must be because he was disrespectful to teach Xinci that he shouldn't have learned! He was hypocritical!

Ming Xiluo thought of Xiang Xinci's appearance to protect him, and his heart, which had not calmed down, was even more uncomfortable now. He was ashamed to be in such a fight! Liang Gongxu was sick! Is Xiang Zhuyuan also sick? He actually sat down to give it to his cousin-

Mingxiluo is hard to say!

Chang'an refills the emperor with a cup of tea and retreats aside.

Duoyu couldn't wait for the emperor to respond and had already left.

When the tea was almost cold, when Chang'an stepped forward to change tea again, Ming Xiluo suddenly threw away the red pen in his hand, and the red pen fell to the ground with a sound, splitting apart.

Chang'an was startled.

All the people serving in the hall knelt down instantly, without saying a word.
Chapter completed!