Xiang Xinci looked at the person in his arms. This is the "Andaoqu", the way to determine the heaven and the foundation of peace.

The boy in his arms slowly turned his head and looked at her blankly. His beautiful face was beautiful but old and savvy. His peony flowers had not bloomed but had already seen the decadent appearance. He was so beautiful that he was ruined and beautiful that he was about to wither. His fingers trembled faintly because of speeding movements, and his pale lips trembled slightly... "An Daoqu..." The voice was weak and fragile...

"Well, Andoqu." His expression was gentle and quiet.

The boy looked at Qin's face with greed, and the corners of his mouth suddenly raised strangely, as if he was about to explain something excitedly. The next moment he fainted in her arms, and his fingers were still tightly grasping her wrist.

Xiang Xinci hugged him steadily and realized that although he was thin, he was already of a man's body.

The room was in a mess in an instant: "The Fourth Prince! The Fourth Prince! The Imperial Doctor! The Imperial Doctor quickly-"

...

The Ministry of Revenue is under the yamen.

Xiang Zhang handed the official document and fishing rod in his hand to his subordinates, stood up, and signaled to Mingxiluo to follow: "Ziheng, you are nineteen this year, right?"

Mingxiluo retracted his thoughts. Did she go today? Did she hear that song: "Go back to the Marquis, it's twenty years old after the New Year."

Xiang Zhang put his hand behind him and nodded. He was always satisfied with Mingxiluo: "In a blink of an eye, you have been in the Ministry of Revenue for four or five years."

Ming Xiluo followed the Marquis: "It was the Marquis who cultivated it."

Mr. Xiang walked slowly forward, a promising child. He intended to betroth his fourth brother's daughter to him, but the day before yesterday, Yelu Shaofu asked Mingxiluo for the Tao family, and he did not lose a good marriage. The Yang family in the southwest had been intimate with the third child for many years: "I am not young, so the marriage should be mentioned."

"When I return to the Marquis, I don't have that thought." Ming Xiluo said calmly, without any hurry or slow down, and peacefully and harmoniously.

"You, don't be too greedy and demandless." But when he thought of his family background, he sighed: "Men always have to get married. If someone helps you manage the affairs of the back home, you can also run less and focus on official duties. You don't have to take small matters at home to heart."

Mingxiluo didn't say anything.

Mr. Xiang felt a little regretful, but he was very worried and had no courage. He was afraid that with his current grade, no one could marry his daughter, even a fairy could operate! Even the daughter of the Tao family mentioned to him yesterday, he felt wronged by this sensible child: "The Tao family in the southwest asked you."

Ming Xiluo remained silent, but he was not giving up: "The Marquis loves him well, and his subordinates really have no idea of ​​starting a family."

Mr. Xiang looked at him with a grudge: "The daughter of a fifth-rank official, no matter what she is, serving your family is also her blessing!"

Then she didn't have this blessing: "If you stay away from your parents, the girl's family may not be used to it, so you won't make things difficult for Miss Tao's family."

The kindness of a woman! Ming Xiluo is good at everything. He is just this kind of person, a soft and good-looking person, and he cares if the woman leaves her hometown and is so fucking that kind of heart!

Xiang Zhang was so proud of his talent that he couldn't scold him, and he also felt that the daughter of a small official of a fifth and sixth rank would not marry him. If it goes well, he would be promoted to the sixth rank next year. Who would still like the daughter of a fifth rank official: "You don't plan to forget it, it's not very important."

Mingxiluo didn't answer this.

Xiang Zhang took two steps and thought of his family. When Mingxiluo first entered the Ministry of Revenue, he was still a child. He was so young that the yamen equipped him with a carriage. His parents thought that Mingxiluo had bought himself and his father lost all his head. The child borrowed it from left to right and filled the hole.

What parents, if they are not good bamboo shoots, they will drag their children down for nothing, and they can't help but whisper: "Don't worry too much, move it out if it doesn't work."

Mingxiluo still didn't answer.

Mr. Xiang sighed, "What are he teaching? Where did his parents come up with? But for such parents, Xiang Zhang couldn't help but say "It's better not to do it." He saw who dared to impeach his students for filial piety and brotherhood: "The family still needs to be successful."

"I understand."

Mr. Xiang patted his shoulder, hey.

...

The fourth prince had woken up, his face was pale, but his lips were covered with blood-colored red. The snail was lying on his chest. He could touch it with his hand and his eyes began to look for someone.

"Wake up." Xiang Xinci put away the music score and leaned against the bedside to look at him.

Liang Gongxu's eyes fell on her. At that moment, it seemed that the thick fog turned into her in "Andaoqu" and finally turned into her. He unconsciously calmed down, and the idleness in his eyes was slowly replaced by a harsh and harsh look.

Xiang Xinci let him watch. When he met him in his last life, he was about to die. When he met him the second time, he was already dead. Mingxiluo said that he sank himself into a well, and the royal family announced that he had died of illness.

Later, the queen went crazy and the emperor was completely fascinated by ghosts and gods. From time to time, people from all over the world brought the fourth prince possessed by souls to Beijing. How ridiculous it would be. In the end, even the Duke Xiang, the royal guards, ignored the change of power.

At this moment, he was sick and harmlessly wearing a white underwear, and his thin figure was shaking and shaking again in front of the piano, looking at her with a noble look.

Xiang Xinci knelt behind him, circled him from behind again, put his fingers on the back of his hand again, and his fingertips slid across the belly. The thin skin as thin as a cicada's wing wrapped the protruding finger bones, as cold as jade, and the touch was just right.

The piano sounded slowly...

In the background, Xing Chui's crying behavior was slightly frozen, and the tears in his eyes were about to fall off. They were still playing the piano. Wan'er was dead, Wan'er was dead, but she was still playing the piano upstairs!

In the private room on the third floor, the song ended. The fourth prince closed his eyes tiredly, leaned back against her, like a dry tree trunk that restrained the nourishment of water, slowly rubbing against her cheeks.

Xiang Xinci hugged him from behind, and his breath slowly fell on his neck...sniffing the sweet and coldness of his body as sweet as the first meeting.

Did she say that the first time she saw him, she was obsessed with the fragrance on him?

Unlike the natural plant aroma, it is not the balm that is so grand that it is hidden or balm that it smokes with spices.

It was his natural masculine aura, the cold and sweet fragrance, which made people confused and clean and transparent, like the mirror lake that people cannot reach, like a pure land between heaven and earth, which made her unable to help but want to put him on a steamer, distillate and remove fat like those petals, take a drop of his male love fragrance, and stay forever between the nose and wings without drying out.

It smelled at close range more sweeter than I imagined. The tip of the nose touched his artery. What surged there was not blood, but the source of fragrance, and the coldest sweet spring.

The best sebum fragrance, Xiang Xinci is like touching a new color petal, smelling the unique ointment, making the most satisfying clothes, making people feel inflated, happy and inexplicably excited.

Ming Xiluo's breath is restrained and arrogant, with a hint of saltiness and refreshment of the sea breeze. Mo Yunyi is like a snow mountain ice lotus, which is considered the best among the purity, but it is not as obsessed with people in his arms. His fragrance is ethereal and elegant, as pure as the beginning and unattainable, as water and fog. It is easy to make people entangled after sniffing for a long time.

How could it smell so unique? It is worth it to smell his fragrance among thousands of people. If it is made into rouge and perfume, add a drop when it is moved, how confused and clear the waves are flying.

Xiang Xinci is gentle and caring, and you should touch this excellent spice.

Seeing this, Master Shou Kang knelt down, and usually... ordinary people don't do this: "...Miss Seventh... The Fourth Prince can't bear the cold..." It's really not possible.

Liang Gongxu was lying in her arms with blushing cheeks, as if he was ignorant of the world and gave him trust.

Xiang Xinci looked at him blankly.

Father-in-law Shookang suddenly had a bad premonition, and he said that normal people would not do this, this girl... Shoukang Public doesn't want to make himself the former general manager.

So they didn't say anything, calmly took a thin quilt to cover His Highness, which was stained with coldness, and they all had to take off a layer of skin. Then they couldn't help but whisper in Miss Seven's ear: "I can't do it..." This is absolutely not possible, and His Highness can't stand it.

What's the matter with this?

Father Shoukang retreated aside and looked at the slave behind Miss Seven for the first time.

Aunt Qin quietly lowered her head, without saying a word or looking at her, as if she was dead.

Master Shou Kang sighed, I've been used to it a long time ago... Wait! Get used to this?!

Xiang Xinci fell on the carpet behind her, and Liang Gongxu immediately leaned on her. His thin fingers held her hands one by one, turning his mind as he felt, playing at will, with a clear and bright expression, quiet and peaceful.

Master Shoukang stepped forward carefully and covered the two of them, so he could not attract the wind.

Xiang Xinci tilted his head

Liang Gongxu didn't move. He listened to the shallow breathing in his ears. The breath blew the fluff in his ears, which was comfortable and quiet. Liang Gongxu slowly closed his red eyes... his breathing gradually stabilized...
Chapter completed!