Xiang Xinci is about to laugh! Is there still time to let the other person be a personal person at this moment?

But they accidentally complicated the relationship between the two. After thinking about it, they got up, reached out and hugged the elder brother. After a moment, they let go of their hands and sat down: "Thank you, brother."

Before Xiang Zhuyuan could feel that her attachment had ended, he suddenly felt irritable and angry: "Have I said it! If you are unhappy, say it! Let others go unhappy! Don't hold it in your heart to make yourself angry!"

Xiang Xinci understands that she has done this for so many years and has never forgotten it.

Xiang Zhuyuan became even more annoyed and walked around in front of the desk, with his official robe in the wind.

Xiang Xinci stopped looking at her fan and watched him walk around bored.

Xiang Zhuyuan suddenly stood still, and she must be still unhappy! But she had already done everything she could, and she had already begun to make arrangements for the grievances that the second wife gave him, and it was impossible to care about this on him. After all, after thinking about it, Xiang Zhuyuan felt that the matter was still the matter of leaving crying that day.

Xiang Zhuyuan thought about it, stood beside her, and suddenly reached out to pull her out of her seat! He still had to hug her!

Xiang Xinci rushed towards him the moment she was pulled.

Xiang Zhuyuan stretched out his hand to imprison her.

Xiang Xinci hit his chest, stunned, with her hands hanging down, which was the familiar cold feeling in her memory.

Can……

Xiang Xinci only allowed himself to stay for a moment, then raised his hand and gently pushed him away, admitting: "I came over from Gengdao alone that day, but suddenly I felt very dark and in a bad mood."

Xiang Zhuyuan was pushed back with reason, with his hands behind his back. Thinking of the new one, he said that he had been abandoned for a long time, and the space was closed and narrow. She would not like it, and she had emotions, and it was reasonable: "Really, it's just because of those?"

"Well, but now I'm not angry anymore. Can I take these things away?" Xiang Xinci smiled and looked at the eldest brother who was a cute and sensible sister again.

Xiang Zhuyuan looked at her expressionlessly.

Xiang Xinci felt that she had to review: "There is also the matter of me going out today..."

"I won't ask anymore, brother believes in you."

Xiang Xinci instantly stopped the crowd of 'It was the third brother who insisted on taking me there': "It's great, I'll take all the fans away." His tone was lively and natural.

The solemn expression on Xiang Zhuyuan's face did not mean that it would dissipate at all...

"I'm leaving..." Xiang Xinci moved out bit by bit.

Xiang Zhuyuan just looked at her.

Xiang Xinci overcame great psychological pressure and left with his things.

Xiang Zhuyuan stood at the door and before she could say, "Go to the main door in the future." She had already left, and her face became even more dim and difficult to understand.

Butler Zheng turned around and felt relieved. The two finally made up as before. Seeing that Miss Seven was happy, the prince should be happy now, but he turned out to be cold to the prince.

Butler Zheng hurriedly stopped the smile on his face, lowered his head, and hurried forward: "Criminal, slave--"

"Butler Zheng was infected with the cold, so he asked him to rest for two days." Xiang Zhuyuan said and turned around and entered the study.

Butler Zheng didn't understand why! What happened to him was, and he looked at Shanqi in an instant: "I did nothing?" and he respected Miss Seven enough.

Shanqi quickly looked at Uncle Zheng with comfort: "Think about the good, if you do it, it will probably be a two-day rest, just take a vacation."

...

At the same time, in the mansion of Mr. Jiang Xiaohou.

All servants who were not well-careful were beaten.

Three great scholars from the capital gathered in the bedroom of the little marquis, so anxious that they could not get close to the little marquis' body.

Jiang Hongbao just refused to let the doctor come forward and rolled on the bed to ask for a guarantee: "Ancestor, I have said so much. I will definitely turn back to the right place this time. I will marry the Xiang family lady, the Xiang family lady, the ancestor, the ancestor——"

The energetic old lady Jiang was leaning on a crutch. Although her hair was all white, her face was rosy and majestic. She was covered in brocade silk and satin, followed by seven or eight little maids. At first glance, she was a pampered old Fengjun who lived a carefree life.

The old man did not have any principles because of his pity for the only grandson howled: "What are you howling! Look at the injury first!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Hongbao continued to close his eyes and howl: "Everyone says that starting a family and starting a career, I will marry the third girl of the Xiang family. Ancestor, you agree. What's wrong with me marrying a good granddaughter-in-law for you? If you don't agree, I won't heal the wounds!"

Mrs. Jiang was so angry that she picked up the crutch and was about to break his other arm.

Seeing this, Mrs. Jiang hurriedly rushed towards her mother-in-law, holding her legs and not letting her mother-in-law do it: "Your ancestors don't agree to you. Don't talk nonsense. The wound is important. If there are any shortcomings, how can you let me live--" As she said that, she wiped her tears and glanced at the old lady with her eyes: "I'm just such a son. If it weren't for your father's early girl, you can't marry me, my poor son--"

"Shut up!" Something that can't be supported on the wall! If the son is still alive, he will not let him do anything wrong! Why are he crying?

I rushed over to "care about" the little marquis' sister-in-law and laughed in my heart, saying that it was because the marquis's mansion was not defeated quickly enough.

Seeing this, Jiang Hongbao covered his arms, and hey, "It hurts, it hurts..."

My ancestors looked over and felt sorry for the upright and beautiful grandson on the bed. Although the grandson was a little naughty, he was filial and sensible.

Seeing that there was a show, Jiang Hongbao howled louder.

He asked his ancestors to promise that what he said was not effective at all. Only after the ancestors said it would work. If the Xiang family disagreed, the ancestors could go and ask the queen mother. If he didn't care, he would marry that fairy-like sister. He was still in a state of great pain, and he felt deeply impressed by his arm.

Mrs. Jiang took her breath, her back was slowly straightened, and her crutches were knocked heavily on the ground.

The room suddenly became quiet.

Jiang Hongbao was also a little more honest. He was still afraid of his ancestors, so he unconsciously hid behind his mother, but he couldn't help looking at his ancestor pitifully, and he was almost crying: "Ancestor..."

Although Mrs. Jiang looked down on her grandson's incompetent appearance, she still let out helplessly: "Let the doctor see it first."

"Old ancestor agreed, ancestor, please agree to me quickly, I am almost in pain."

Mrs. Jiang also plucked up the courage: "Mom, just promise him, I'm just so alone..."

"Okay!" No eyesight! Is this what she can do if she promises: "I'll go and ask."

When Jiang Hongbao heard this, he was about to jump out of the bed and cheer, and accidentally pulled the wound on his arm, causing another howling to hurt.
Chapter completed!