The little official behind Ming Xiluo held back his laughter. If he didn't walk by himself, would he let others help you?

Xiang Xinci looked at the rugged distance and fanned the wind.

Joule angrily said, "What are you looking at!"

Xiang Xinci turned his head when she heard the movement.

The person following Mingxiluo hurriedly looked away. He looked at the beautiful hat on the girl's head, and it was overwhelming for a moment. He knew that he was in the wrong, so he hurriedly looked away.

Xiang Xinci saw Mingxiluo, but only glanced at him and looked at the mountain road again, without giving him a single expression.

Ming Xiluo and his subordinates quickly walked past the group, and a redundant look fell on the other party.

The gentle wind blew up from below, with a hint of sweetness.

The little official glanced back again.

Mingxiluo's cold voice came: "Look at your feet."

The little official hurriedly came back to his senses and jumped over the gully beneath his feet.

Xiang Xinci beat his legs, expressionless, and didn't know him at all: "I don't want to leave." The sweet and gentle voice only sounded after the two men left for a long time.

"Miss, I will carry you."

Xiang Xinci looked at Aunt Qin. She wanted to nod, but looked at the wound on her head. What if the two of them fell down together wouldn’t it be ugly: “No need.” They would leave again when Ming Xiluo walked further.

...

In the clear and cool autumn weather, the rapid changes in wild and wild mountains are like a day.

The owner of the mountain seemed to be in short supply of money. He threw a lot of money over it, and everything was going very fast. If the owner had not wanted all the skins of all the fur animals on the mountain and the branches of all the tall vegetation, it would have been faster.

But even so, half of the mountain was quickly cleared out, the foundation of the flower house had begun to be surveyed, and the village house at the foot of the mountain began to be started.

When the minor official saw the master stopping again, he took the initiative to say, "Minggan, my subordinate asked, the owner of this mountain is the fifth house of the Xiang family." Construction started under the disaster dam. Is the fifth house of the Xiang family loyal to the Marquis? Is it really money?

Ming Xiluo was not surprised at all. When she met her on the mountain road that day, she probably guessed something. She probably wanted to dig a canal directly that day, because there was no water source on the wild mountain: "Reckless." I'm afraid she wouldn't know how to write such a person's word recklessness.

who?

...

In Weirui Courtyard.

Xiang Xinci added the last color evenly, dipped it carefully, put the color down, and started life, only then did he realize the hardships. Fortunately, this set was ready: "Prepare it and send it to the girl in the future."

"yes."

"Miss, I'll invite you to wear that set to wear tomorrow." Miss Juxiangshan's set of cloth is very short of selling. The ones that Miss wears different this time will definitely be sold.

Xiang Xinci was energetic again and had already asked Mother Jie to send the materials. For the sake of money, she planned to wear four layers this time. After all, it would be no exaggeration to sell an extra piece of cloth to a box of silver.

A complete set of clothes are delivered.

Joule and Jiao Ying talked about the banquet.

"This banquet for Duke Mo's mansion is mainly to practice it for Prince Mo."

"Crown Prince Mo is going to be a foreigner?"

"Depart two days after the banquet."

"With the local blessing, Prince Mo will definitely benefit the people."

"I heard that the emperor chose two places at the beginning, and Prince Mo chose the poorest place."

"Crown Prince Mo is so kind."

Aunt Qin looked at the lady and saw that the lady's face was undoubtedly clear, so she looked at them. She asked them to talk less: "If you don't go to fetch water for the lady, can you say a few more words? Prince Mo will take you there."

"Aunt—" Not ashamed.

Xiang Xinci smiled, which was indeed a blessing, but it might be a disaster for Mo Yunyi, after all, someone who would die in the past six months.

Xiang Xinci put down the clothes in his hand, thought about his face, and wanted to do something, and then turned his eyes to his own affairs. His tragedy had nothing to do with a specific thing, and he didn't feel that he could be saved by a prophet. Even if he could not take office, he would not know which battlefield he would go to.

I hope that when he dies, he will be fearless and fearless, just like his people, he will be worthy of his life.

…

——I miss you——Rong Du’s letter is very straightforward.

——I don’t miss you very much——Xiang Xinci’s word is tangible and boneless.

——When do I miss me?——The font is like a flying dragon going out to sea, free and unrestrained.

--tomorrow--

...

Outside Ningliu Hall.

Xiang Xinci rarely got up early, standing gracefully in the corridor, and the eyes of all the servants instantly enveloped her.

She restrained her weak and boneless charm, abandoned her usual long group of cloud yarns, and replaced her high-waisted embellishment of a famous lady. Her golden and jade-carved appearance was as beautiful as a painting of mountains and rivers. Her long hair was tied up on the upper layer and scattered on the lower layer. She wore a set of hollowed-dotted sand headdresses that looked like a tower temple, and a pomegranate seed earrings with exquisite workmanship.

The straight embellishment on the body is covered with layers of pink gauze, with transparent gauze and gold thread in the middle embroidered. The outer cover is hollowed out and the three colors are integrated into the city, making the pink hazy and the flowers three-dimensional. While walking, it seems like petals are rotating and falling to the feet, and lotus is growing step by step, thousands of nobles and ethereals, as if there is no trace of turbid air in fireworks.

Xiang Xinci smiled slightly like spring scenery, and the awakening of insects was warm and unattainable.

Everyone forgot where they were.

The door opens.

Mr. Xiang walked out majesticly and was explaining something to his son. When he looked up, he suddenly saw the person under the corridor and was stunned for a moment.

Xiang Zhuyuan looked over, his eyes long and he secretly captured all the surging emotions.

Xiang Xinci bowed slightly: "I have met my uncle and my prince's brother."

Mr. Xiang had already come back to his senses and frowned. This is the daughter of the Laowu family. She hasn't seen her for five or six years. It's not a fault for the old lady not letting her go out. There is really no need to go out and cause more trouble.

Mr. Xiang is as majestic as before. It does not mean that the daughter of the Xiang family is good and cannot go out. He is not the Xiang family who is waiting for others, but her mother's identity is really unnecessary. With her appearance, what hits her is the mind of others: "Well, I've grown up too."

Yes, Xiang Xinci looked over slowly and looked at Xiang Zhuyuan behind him. Seeing that his injuries were getting better, she secretly smiled at him while his uncle was not paying attention.

It was like the immortal saint Zhufan stole a pearl, which was almost the closest to him, and he had a glimpse of the true meaning. The wound on Xiang Zhuyuan's arm that had not yet been completely healed suddenly hurt.

Xiang Xinci looked away.

Mr. Xiang nodded: "You..."

"Dad." Xiang Xinsu had already reached the point where she held her mother's hand. She was wearing a long neck dress today and was about to ask her brother if she looked good.

But when Xiang Xinsu, who had been dressed up, saw the person in the corridor, instantly tightened her mother's sleeves. Although she was not completely jealous, she also suppressed her indescribable grievances.

Seeing this, Mrs. Xiang kindly patted her daughter's mouth and greeted the master first.

Seeing this, Xiang Zhang left his niece who was talking and walked over, helped his wife's hand, and looked at her daughter complainingly.

Xiang Xinsu immediately let go of his mother's hand in fear.

Mrs. Xiang looked at her husband with a angrily look: "What did you scare her?"

Xiang Zhang said in a gentle tone: "You are in a heavy body, why are you making trouble with them?"

"I'll just send it to my child when he goes out."

Xiang Zhuyuan said with respect: "Hello, mother."

Xiang Xinci bowed: "Aunt Aunt."

"This is Xiaoqi. I haven't seen each other for a while, come."

"aunt."

Mrs. Xiang was distracted by her husband again: "I'm fine. I just felt a little uncomfortable yesterday. The doctor has seen it, what can I do."

The Marquis was still worried and wanted the doctor to have another consultation.

"Mom, just let the doctor take a look."

Xiang Xinci looked at it, and his eyes were filled with a few high and fog, turning to it in the joyful atmosphere of the family.

But he thought that Mrs. Xiang was the happiest woman in this mansion. The marquis favored her and respected her children and made great progress. No matter how big or small the affairs in the mansion were, she dared to make her feel unhappy. Therefore, when she was old, she was so calm and open-minded.

"You can say less." Mrs. Xiang Hou held Xinci's hand: "It's so beautiful. I don't want to go anywhere, I just want to look at you."

Xiang Xinci smiled, but actually found it boring.

"Come and pay tribute to your grandmother, come in together?"

Xiang Zhuyuan nodded. With his mother there, his grandmother would not make things difficult for her.

Seeing this, Xiang Xinsu immediately pulled her mother's sleeve: She doesn't want it.

Mrs. Xiang seemed to have not seen it, and had already taken the hands of the two of them, ignored the Marquis who had raped his daughter, and walked towards Zhengtang.

"Your mother is getting less and less at ease with my words."

Xiang Zhuyuan didn't say anything.

Mr. Xiang turned around helplessly.

Xiang Xinci turned around. The past was clearly enlightened to be restored.

Xiang Zhuyuan also turned around at the same time, the rivers flowed, and the burning heat of the Qingming self. He was bright and red willow energy, but he was wearing a cassock. He came and went in the quietest place of the incident, which made people laugh and couldn't let go.

Xiang Xinci tilted his head: Are he laughing at me?

Xiang Zhuyuan looked doting: I waited for you outside.

Xiang Xinci nodded and held her mother's hand again. Aunt, you will be less sad.
Chapter completed!