Xiang Xinci didn't reply to his words and slowly let go of his hand.

Xiang Zhuyuan felt her casual response, and the panic flashed in his heart. He tried his best to sort out his emotions, not wanting to reveal a flaw to the other party, straightened up and leaned against the wall of the car as much as possible.

Xiang Xinci sighed in his heart. He just didn't want the two to cross the line, but his kindness to her could not be erased: "Brother, what did you say to Mingxiluo?"

Xiang Zhuyuan felt guilty and panic when he was called out by a brother: "It's nothing, something ordinary."

Xiang Xinci saw it. The moment Liang Gongxu got out of the car and lifted the curtain, she saw at least the pity for Mingxiluo in Xiang Zhuyuan's eyes, just as she once thought he was a pity, he was not worth it, he should not be so weak and always be bullied.

In fact, when she recalled it now, those worries were the most ridiculous, just like silently mocking them stupid.

But it was because they were smart and their own abilities, that they were ordinary people who couldn't see through it, and they also blamed them for being able to bend and stretch! Besides, he also... saved her: "Don't think too much, everyone has their own ambitions, isn't it a chance for him?"

Xiang Zhuyuan helped her sort out her long hair in her ears: "You don't understand." Origin, starting point, will affect her life in her political career.

Xiang Xinci didn't argue anymore. If Mingxiluo did not appear, she could not speak bad things here. Now it seems that she is taking advantage of him regardless of past and present life. She always needs to accumulate some good deeds to avoid her children collecting debts and eventually die!

"Hungry?"

"Um."

Xiang Zhuyuan crushed the pastry and fed it to Xinci's mouth with a spoon.

"I can chew myself..."

“This saves effort.”

"Not eating is more effortless."

...

The door of a courtyard in Dongwen Street Hutong is open.

The servant stuck his head out, communicated for a few moments, received the thing, put it in the main living room, shouted a few times, and turned to boil water.

After washing up, Ming Xiluo came out of the bedroom and saw something on the square table, and opened it.

Inside is a pair of "Lost in the Ying Dynasty" by famous officials of the previous dynasty, and there are twenty-four sets of clothes placed side by side, corresponding to the twenty-four solar terms, from the beginning of spring to the great cold, they are neatly placed together.

A smile appeared on the corner of Mingxiluo's mouth, and his hand holding the pen touched a set of gorgeous clothes. Each piece could be seen not as the style of the Shengshi Huachang, but as the original one she made herself, so it was more exaggerated, more gorgeous and more luxurious.

Mingxilo was so amused that he couldn't wear this style, and these clothes were similar to her too many of you. When worn on her, it was like a secret being revealed, digging out the side he was most reluctant to show: "It's rainy."

The servant ran over quickly: "Master."

"Where are the people who gave the goods?"

"Go back to Master, I've left."

"You go and do it."

Ming Xiluo opened the scroll, which was not a rare painting. It was a relatively neat thank-you poem in the upper right corner of the matter that attracted him.

Mingxiluo couldn't help but smile. Judging from the degree of air drying in the moji, she was sent with those who had been sent with them after she finished writing air drying.

Her words? Mingxiluo finally laughed out loud. The words she wrote when she was sick were not as handsome as she was invisible. She could only barely be considered neat and lowered the level of this phrase in vain. This last work of the previous dynasty might have reduced its value because of a poem.

But Mingxiluo read it for a long time, and he had no anxiety about contact with her today, because this poem had dispersed a lot, but another person could not suppress his thoughts and occupied his thoughts. He wanted to see her urgently!

I imagined that if she was in good health like the prince, I wanted to be watched by her, I wanted to see her laugh, and I wanted to take care of her daily life.

But these... are still luxury at the moment, right now!

He carefully put the painting away, and held it in his hand with the clothes. He walked into the study room of the second room, pushed open the cabinet with his bare hands, pulled open the wooden board that was exactly the same as the ground, walked down the stairs, and kept the things properly.

…

The former site of the royal palace became lively again.

Liang Gongxu took Xiang Xinci to recuperate without hesitation, and stopped reading the memorials and threw them all to Mingxiluo.

Liangdu’s various matters that were put on hold have been re-operated. He won the Jinshi in the autumn exam last year, and this year he has seen the prince write the pen.

But for the first time, through the future prospects that Mincilo personally promised, he was sent to the southeast. This is a bright road, provided that they changed their masters when they left.

They began to enter the palace and ask for a visit with officials who were stagnant in Shengdu. They also saw the young man kneeling beside the desk, even though they complained in their hearts.

But the Eagle Strike standing behind him and the officials who were killed not long ago made them calmly swallow the words they said, silently offering a series of unfair conditions, and just waiting to go back to fight wits and courage with the new officials, they would not believe that the emperor was far away, and the court's hands could stretch so long! Then they would not have the final say!

The trivial matters of spring are also fighting against him. If there is no prince in charge of the Eastern Palace, which minister will look at a music official at the moment! Even if he is in charge of the Eagle Strike now, it will not change the fact that his music official comes from. There are many people who are not convinced.

The promise was so satisfying that there were countless people stumbled in private.

The unconvinced minister sent the letter "the chaotic ministers are in power" and "the slandering the king's heart" to the northwest, asking the Nine Kings to clear the king's side! Such a jester, who plays music and plays, dares to act for the royal family, and does not know how to live or die!

Ming Xiluo took a break from his busy schedule and changed into regular clothes. He felt too deliberate and changed the official clothes back. He personally took the intercepted documents and went to the old courtyard of the royal palace and handed them over to the prince.

Liang Gongxu was playing chess with Xinci, and only read a sentence, he wrote a letter to the uncle of the emperor.

Xiang Xinci looked at Mingxiluo.

Mingxiluo was also able to look at her in this gap. When her eyes fell on her, she didn't know that she wanted to move away so freely. She seemed to be beautiful again. She lay in the sun, looking comfortable and gentle. Her body was much better, her face was rosy, her arms were free to move, and she could lift her upper body by herself, and there was no problem turning over. As the imperial physician said, her body recovered very well.

Xiang Xinci smiled.

Ming Xiluo was stunned for a moment, as if all the confusion had belonged, but he greedily wanted to reach out and touch her, and wanted to ask her if she was in good health? Do you miss him a little.

Xiang Xinci instantly looked away because of the familiar feeling in his eyes, and then moved back the next moment.

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Chapter completed!