Tao Zimei shook her head: "I'm just doing my part." After saying that, she looked at Ming Xiluo shyly.

Mingxiluo looked at his feet and said nothing.

Tao Zimei looked at him who was afraid of avoiding him, and suddenly felt funny. Isn’t it funny? People who can decide their life and death at will in the future have no choice but to do anything about it.

...

Xiang Xinci knew that his elder brother had gone out with the one named Mo, and heard that the one named Mo gave her another gift list, but her elder brother did not give it to her.

If you don’t give, you won’t give. Who cares?

Xiang Xinci took the umbrella and walked into the elder brother's study. She naturally sat in the elder brother's position and checked the elder brother's pen holder. She had just drawn a picture of flowers and birds, and always felt that the position of the branches was not good, which must be the reason for her own brush.

Xiang Xinci swept over a row of pen holders, then closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of them colliding with each other, as if he could hear the different intentions of the craftsmen when polishing them and the degree of importance to the materials.

After a while, Xiang Xinci opened her eyes, but none of them had the same ears. The pen offerings on the village were still a little different from his usual habit of not having to put them on the shelves at home, and he felt wronged her elder brother's hand.

Then choose one.

She said she was just a dodgy, but she thought she was a dodgy. Xiang Xinci chose a piece nearby, dipped ink, and picked up a piece of paper from a pile of paper next to her. Seeing that it was full of words, she turned it over and drew it twice, watching the ink evenly dizzy on the paper, and then looked at the pen bones that gathered but did not disperse. In fact, it was okay, but it was still not good enough.

Xiang Xinci put the pen aside, took another one, and dipped it ink again. After trying several of them repeatedly, he was still unsatisfied.

"Last time." Xiang Xinci's hand slid over rows of pens again, and suddenly her fingertips stopped. She took the one with a pretty hand edge from the corner. The hand was light, the pen body was dark red, and there was a small tug on it. The brush hair slid over the palm of her hand soft and smooth.

Xiang Xinci was well-drawn ink. Just as she was about to write, she found that the paper in her hand was covered with it. She changed another one and continued to draw.

The brush absorbs ink evenly, and the brushstrokes are light and the strokes pressed on the paper are very full.

Xiang Xinci thought it was good, so she wrote several more words, and found that because of the good pen, her words had improved. She couldn't help but turn the paper over proudly and compete with the owner of this paper.

Sure enough, very familiar handwriting is reflected.

Xiang Xinci looked at it for a while without feeling anything. Ming Xiluo was indeed his word, so it was easy to recognize.

Mingxiluo's words are like his people. Don't think of seeing any emotions from it. At least you can't feel his attitude when writing this presentation.

As for the font, she couldn't tell that the font that the elder brother said was strong and had become strong.

Xiang Xinci turned the paper back and continued to try writing, but after a moment he looked up and pondered.

Speaking of which, if it weren't for the Ninth Prince, he would not have endured it for only a dozen years after entering the government. Although he was already moving forward rapidly and steadily in the later period, his methods became increasingly ruthless, and he no longer hid his strength when he made great achievements. Several battles on the battlefield have been rumored to be famous.

But if you really reach the point of being unattainable, you have to say that the Ninth Prince's crazy love for him is pampering, unlimited spoiling, and Mingxiluo, who was already cold and lonely, almost killed him several times.

Xiang Xinci remembered that it was seven or eight years after they got married, and forgot how many years they had been. At that time, she made the decision at home and Mingxiluo had no sense of existence at home.

But outside, she could receive olive branches from different classes, and each of them tried to walk through her and walk onto the bright road of Mingxiluo.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Nine Princesses's banquet was invited again because of Ming Xiluo.

It happened that a friend of the Mingxiluo family she had made casually, and Qiqiai Ai fell in love with a young man from a noble family and forced her to go see it together.

While racing dragon boats, by chance, I also fell in love with the young man's little girl. I decisively bumped into the young man because of the small crowding and fell into the water.

She was cheap and her sister-in-law opened her eyes immediately, unbelievable, and was about to faint.

Xiang Xinci couldn't stand it, so she pushed her sister-in-law down. If you want to be responsible, you will be responsible together, otherwise neither of them will be responsible.

He turned around and saw that Ming Xiluo was also next to him, and pushed him down. Who did his foul sister fall into the trap? What would he do when he stands next to him?

Mingxiluo's face looked very ugly after getting ashore.

Xiang Xinci doesn’t care, anyway, it’s not glaring at him.

Xiang Xinci guessed that it was probably the clue that Ming Xiluo was found when he was taken down to change his clothes.

She didn't know the specific situation because she hadn't found any mark on him. Could it be that it would appear if it invaded the water? But she had never seen it after the incident of the bed curtain, was it on her back?

That day, I saw nothing strange when I came out of the Nine Prince's Mansion, and there was no difference until they left the house.

But later, Mingxiluo asked obscurely, what would she think if his background was not open and honest?

Xiang Xinci wanted to ask at that time, you are not open-minded in your work, why didn’t you ask when you see you? What’s more, if you are from the background, who is even more open-minded in her? Showing her skills.

Later, I found out that Mingxiluo's origin completely subverted her understanding, and she miscalculated that the powerful Nine Kings lineage poured into him, desperate for hope.

The Nine Princes Mansion urgently needs a master. Once the Nine Princes dies, all the merits will be killed.

The Ninth Princess and all the famous wives and concubines need a younger generation who will help them send their children to their elders and burn incense for them a hundred years.

What's more, Minxiluo was outstanding beyond their expectations and even looked down on their lineage at all.

The ninth prince who is crazy about his son is different from Mingxiluo. He looks good and fragrant. The person who threatens their life and death becomes a son in a blink of an eye. The Nine Kings can lie flat and kill Mingxiluo.

But Mincilo really annoyed him.

But if it weren't for the accident that day, it wouldn't have been known about this matter.

There was no problem with Mingxiluo's birth. Even her mother-in-law and father-in-law thought that he was their child. The date of the house was the right one and the date of birth was the right one, and it was absolutely impossible for her to be the child of the Nine Kings.

But Ming Xiluo's mother did work as a rough helper in the Jiuwang Mansion in her early years. Not only Ming Xiluo's mother, but his father was also the same. She was a rough guy, although she was later driven out because Ming's father stole the dog.

But in theory, the Nine Kings are just rising, with many beautiful girls running around, and there is no turn for a rough woman.

Xiang Xinci thought maliciously, who knew which genius her mother and the Nine Kings were in, what kind of dirty state, and what kind of situation she had. The prince and the rough maid at home, haha.

Xiang Xinci thought about it now and felt that Coke was a thing that Mingxiluo felt was too embarrassing to mention, and it must be even more unbearable than she thought.

But Mingxiluo's mother can really give birth, with more than a dozen children. Mingxiluo's birth was two months later than the dirty one. Who would have thought it would be the prince? After all, the prince cannot give birth, and Mingxiluo's father can give birth, which is deeply rooted in people's hearts.

When Xiang Xinci thought of this, she couldn't help but want to laugh. She didn't laugh, sorry for the fun of watching them change their faces in the center of that matter.

So, if it weren't for the time when I fell into the water, I wouldn't have thought of getting out of the flowers, but I wouldn't have thought of going to Mingxiluo.

Since nothing unexpected happens, no one will know. Why does she have to say that it has nothing to do with her? Ming Xiluo will serve the Xiang family honestly. If he is recognized after his great fortune in the future, the Xiang family will congratulate him again.

Xiang Xinci is sure that it is this pen. After all, there is a bonus for jokes, so the pen feels that it is good.

...

Xiang Zhuyuan looked at the messy tables that were drawn, and there were countless horizontal and oblique papers, and two of them could not tell what was written on them at all.

It’s fine if other people’s summary statements, but each of Ming Xiluo’s manuscripts is a set of data, and it’s not a good idea to make a mistake!

Xiang Zhuyuan took a deep breath, and she didn't know how to find a clean paper! How far can she be! She could break her arm with exhaustion!

Xiang Zhu was so angry that he was very angry; "Shanqi! Shanqi!"

Shanqi hurried in: "Crown Prince."

Xiang Zhuyuan took a deep breath: "Go and ask Minggan to rewrite a progress report."

"Yes." Shanqi turned around—

"I'm not here in the future, don't put Xiang Qi in." What's going on! The mess is that, why are these dark pens not washed clean? Also, did she pick the rest for him to use?

Shanqi gave a yes to him and turned around to do a good job.

...

The mountain was a little cool at night. Xiang Xinci sat alone on the high trunks on the top of the mountain and looked up at the starry sky that had finally cleared. The mud on the ground, like the huge gap between the sky and the earth, like the current height that had set apart from the sky, was a game of clear sky and disasters on the earth.

Xiang Xinci just watched, embroidered with vermilion mandalas on her black trouser skirt, spreading wildly under the night. Her long hair was combed with the same ribbon, and her ponytail was mixed with the red lines in the ribbon, hanging long behind her back, swaying with the breeze.

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(#^.^#), I was very moved to see the backstage this morning. Thank you for all the monthly passes, flowers, diamonds, crowns, cloaks, and everything.
Chapter completed!