He has seen it in Bimofang. A handful of about 80 taels is equivalent to the expenses of ordinary families for five or six years, and the number that can never be used up in a lifetime in the area that has been famined for years.

Ming Xiluo lowered his head and tidied up his sleeves. In the current situation of the declining Liang Kingdom and the struggle for survival in various places, a fan in her hand was a life of one person who tried his best.

He remembered the county magistrate who was personally executed today. He was greedy for 180 taels of corpses. He was killed in the barren counties and districts. He was famous for his life, like her...

Xiang Xinci was puzzled: "Like this fan?"

Ming Xiluo put down his sleeves and kept them for himself. Besides, the cloud-blue cloud skirt may be more valuable, but it was also a way to play the piano for her. Why bother saying: "No." You should like you, otherwise, how could such a drunk person appear in this yard?

"It looks pretty. I also have a handful of grapes, maple leaves, and coral beads. I can't remember it. Generally, I don't use the things from last year this year, but this is an exception. I like the color of the pomegranate seeds that it cracks. Do you think it looks very good..." As he said that, his slender fingers were rotating at Xiguang, the handle of the fan in his hand, dazzling white and bright red.

Ming Xiluo was confused and criticized the Liang Kingdom, which had been shaky for a day. The people's livelihood seemed to be dead on paper. War was vaguely growing in the fields of starvation. When he entered the door, he had not yet come back to his senses from these things...

Looking at her at this moment, I felt that the fan in her hand and the jade pendant hanging from the tail of the fan were vaguely worthy of her. The national affairs and complicated thoughts almost disappeared from her.

"Is it good-looking?" The soft and sweet voice was carefree.

"It looks good." It seems to be a continuous palace, covering thousands of miles, making people forget what time it will be, and they just want to live a drunken life and dream and die.

If someone had told him before, he would have been fascinated by a woman and could not see who she was, and he would have looked down on her.

But now no one needs to tell him that he has to examine and ask himself every day, otherwise he will forget the etiquette and wisdom that stands in his heart.

Xiang Xinci smiled, and her eyes were as smoky as the smoke, with a blurry light: "Yes, it looks good." She was proud and happy.

Seeing this, Mingxiluo suddenly wanted to step forward, pressed her on the bed regardless of it, pinched her waist, and released the thoughts that were the least visible to others in his heart... But... he curled his mind in a flash, which was the prelude to pave the way for the thoughts in his heart: "Stay for dinner?" His fingers couldn't help but hold them in vain, and there was uncertainty.

"ravioli?"

Ming Xiluo's thoughts were still a little unstable: "...No."

Xiang Xinci turned the fan in his hand and didn't think much about it.

Ming Xiluo was nervous and pretended to change the topic naturally: "Yesterday, there was nothing at home, right?"

When Xiang Xinci heard this, he snorted coldly: "My aunt is sick. I don't know what I thought the old witch passed away and called me back!" The folding fan slapped the arm of the recliner chair with a snap, and the next moment, he casually let go of his hand and swayed the chair leisurely.

The needle in Aunt Qin suddenly poked herself, as if nothing had happened. She lowered her head and continued to embroider the handkerchief, as if the lady's words were hitting her own actions that night, and she had been warned, with a look of trembling.

Qin Gu’s problem? Ming Xiluo didn’t seem to see it, but ‘Old Witch’? What about you, the little monster: “…Mrs. Xiang has always been strong.”

"Hehe." I love to be tough but not tough.

Ming Xiluo looked at her skirt thoughtfully: Because Aunt Qin was unhappy that Miss Seven stayed here, or was unhappy that he was a person, she deliberately called her at that time?

Aunt Qin embroidered a veil silently.

Ming Xiluo bent down to help her pick up the shaking pomegranate fan: This is not impossible? So, I am thinking too much? But thinking more about everything may not lead to a different discovery. I want to put the fan back in place.

"Oh--I've all fallen to the ground, I don't want it."

Mingxiluo stopped moving and said he just liked it, cherish it very much?

Mingxiluo calmly received it in his hand: "I'll cook and stay for food."

I don’t want to know that the new chef in my brother’s yard made of sea squid is fresh and delicious, and she is not tired of it.

Mingxiluo remained silent: "Just treat it, try my skills."

"You can cook?" Xiang Xinci's voice was lazy and charming, of course he would.

"Um."

Xiang Xinci thought for a while.

Ming Xiluo's little finger unconsciously rubbed the handle of the fan in his hand, waiting for her answer.

"All right."

Mingxiluo's tone was not concealed by his brisk voice: "I'll go and prepare."

In the afterglow, Aunt Qin lowered her head and embroidered the handkerchief in her hand. No matter how much she admired Miss Seven's ability to lie with her eyes open, she seemed to have been knocked out of her eldest aunt, and she could only remain silent, and then silence.

Xiang Xinci's expression was not abnormal. She sat leisurely on the lounge chair, the orange sunset shining on her, and the spring scenery in the garden could not resist her romantic freehand paintings.

In the bedroom, Ming Xiluo took back the window and looked at the two of them. She looked at her eyes without any problem, and Qin Gu's expression was also right.

Thinking too much? Mingxiluo's body unconsciously relaxed, suppressing his doubts for a day have now disappeared.

But with her character, strength, and control methods, Aunt Qin dared to touch her brow at that time? Moreover, her expression at that time was obviously something that she had to go back.

Ming Xiluo turned around thinking and was surprised to see the official uniform hanging on the bed, the fourth-grade deep black eagle strike commander's court uniform.

The gold and silver lines on it are interlaced with faint cloud pearls and traditional Chinese characters. These patterns are particularly focused on the height and height, just like the particular earrings on her ear. Due to the different height and angles, the light reflected by these patterns will be different, the three-dimensional sense will be different, and the overall layout will be more solemn and majestic.

He walked in some of the pure black gems used for the crane's eyes on the patch, and the feathers seemed to be real. There was a layer of furry touch, and the blue on the crane's top was a dot of green, which looked even more solemn and gorgeous.

Although some people like to make a fuss on court uniforms, this one is still unique even among the many court uniforms that have been tampered with.

Ming Xiluo looked gentle. Because of this intention, she just learned about the opening of court last night, so she quickly made this court uniform today.

The only uncertainty in Ming Xiluo's heart completely disappeared. He just couldn't help but laugh. The clothes she gave were always filled with a charming charm. Even the court uniforms could make that feeling, and there was no one else.

He didn't want to eat now, so he just wanted to - then lowered his head and smiled slightly. Although he couldn't wear this style, his intention was thousands of times more than this dress, and he would keep it properly.

Duoyu saw the master coming in and smiled: "Master, are you in a good mood today? Are there anything happy in the yamen?"

Mingxiluo glanced at him, closed the look on his face, and rolled up his sleeves.

When Dayu came, he knew that he was talking too much: "Master, what are we doing?"

"Mix some dumpling soup." He is particularly good at making soup and water.

"Ah? But I heard that eating dumpling soup in Chunshengli will easily cause rifts....." Puzzles, bumps, bumps that cannot be untied.

Mingxiluo's move to add water to the flour stopped.

Duoyu nodded affirmatively.

Mingxiluo turned around and added some noodles: "Cook a bowl of noodles." ()

...

The carriage came out of Dongmen Street. It was not too late and there were pedestrians on the street. Aunt Qin sat in the carriage and thought the lady was too cautious. Lord Ming looked normal?

Xiang Xinci leaned lazily on the car with her eyes closed, her expression of laziness after indulgence. The spring scenery between her eyebrows was flowing quietly, like a crabapple hit by rain, and the lost poppy, making people feel comfortable so that they can't take their eyes off.

Xiang Xinci sneered, his voice softer and lowered: "Ming Xiluo is meticulous and suspicious. He doesn't doubt it now. Maybe ten days later, he will suddenly test you. If I don't really punish you, you will definitely miss the details, forget the specific time range of punishment, and reveal your strength."

Is that true? Qin Gu always feels that the lady thinks too badly, let alone a gentle and gentle person like Lord Ming.

Besides, if you have to talk about tricks and agility, their ladies can also rank at the forefront. After all, after yelling at the prince with confidence, you can still eat it for Lord Ming to come, let alone tell lies, and just open your mouth.

"What do you think?"

"Don't dare."

Xiang Xinci lay softly on the couch and acted coquettishly: "Aunt, help me rub my waist..." She hasn't been here these days, and her health has not been cured. She needs to be raised again. If it were the night before, it might not have been a pain in her waist.
Chapter completed!