"lady--"

"What's wrong! You stop me repeatedly, you can't stand my son!" Mrs. Jing's eyes suddenly widened! She spoke loudly and sincerely!

Aunt Hua was immediately confused!

Mr. Jing suddenly stopped talking.

Everyone didn't speak.

The old servants who are very concerned have guessed all kinds of possibilities.

Finally, Mrs. Jing stood up and said calmly: "What are you doing? The child is still lying inside, just clamoring here like a loud voice..."

Mrs. Jing doesn’t care, love looks like what it looks like! Anyway, it’s not her son who is lying inside, so some people have to think of ways to go forward to serve!

...

"Mr. Ming did not go to the yamen today."

When Xiang Xinci heard this, she looked up from the piles of cloth sea, wearing a long skirt with purple gauze and dark flowers, unique in the cloth sea: "What's wrong?"

Aunt Qin was on the other end of the cloth: "Mr. Ming got sick two days ago and didn't care. In addition, he was busy with official business, so he just drank some medicine. The wind might have blown last night and he couldn't get sick."

Xiang Xinci looked at the piles of work in the car, put down the silk yarn in her hand, and sighed: "Go and go and have a look." She did not forget to instruct the work to put the cloth into the warehouse in batches, and when she came back, she wanted to see it.

"Don't there be an imperial physician by his side? I don't know if I ask the imperial physician to see it! The imperial physicians also had no eyes. Mingxiluo was sick and wanted Mingxiluo to be sick. What else should they do?"

Di Lu was focused on seeing the road, not the emperor's fate, but the emperor's heart was concerned.

Aunt Qin felt that what her lady said was too unreasonable. Why did the imperial physicians look at Lord Ming? And you said that the imperial physician had no eyes but no eyes. The palace is yours. I tactfully reminded her that you were the queen mother. You didn’t know that you thought you were the queen mother: “Mr. Ming is upright, so how can you use power for personal gain? Besides, there are so many things happening these days. Lord Ming will inevitably ignore himself by doing it himself.”

He is straightforward, haha, but he has always devoted himself to state affairs, and it is possible to make him tired and sick: "I don't know what he is thinking. If he is tired, he will rest. If he is sick, he will see the doctor. He will have to make himself unable to leave the door, and then he remembers that he is sick. He is the life of hard work."

Haha: "What the lady said makes sense..." Everything you say makes sense. Who is Lord Ming doing for? There is also hard work if he has no credit! It means that he is dedicated to doing things for you, and he is dedicated to you... Forget it, Lord Ming likes to work.

"He." Xiang Xincixin sighed: "Di Lu, is it okay for the Ministry of Rites?" The official position is not fake. You are not at the Ministry of Rites. She has new people here, and that magnificent wood is doing well.

“…”

"Where are you asking, what are you doing when you stare at the ground!"

"If you are afraid of disturbing Miss Seven, you can put your wings on your speed."

Xiang Xinci was stunned for a moment, and instantly came back to his senses and beat him up! This kid didn't say anything, so he asked for a blow as soon as he spoke.

Aunt Qin hugged the little ancestor: "Miss, it's important to see Lord Ming, let's see Lord Ming."

...

It was raining and quiet, he hurriedly poured water for Miss Seven to move the seat.

Ming Xiluo leaned against the head of the bed, his face pale, but he didn't look at the memorial in his hand, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Why are you here?"

Xiang Xinci walked over and sat on the bed. The purple gauze fell on the bed and the dark flowers and cloud patterns appeared faintly, making the whole room shine brightly. She snatched the memorial from his hand, thought about it and stuffed it back. If she was busy, who would grab the record book from her hand, she would be anxious: "Why are you sick?"

Mingxiluo looked at the memorial that fell back into his hand in a daze, listened to the words of concern in his ears, looked up, and saw the tenderness of her concern, as if she had been there all the time, caring for sincerity, and sorrowful that there was no moisture. Who knew that she hadn't been here for a long time.

Xiang Xinci reached out and touched his forehead: "Have you seen the doctor?"

Mingxiluo originally wanted to avoid it, so why could she meet it if she wanted to touch it, but it didn't. Because she didn't go to Diluna, she didn't mind that much. Maybe she just didn't remember: "I've seen it."

"I've seen it and still do this. Whose quack doctor will take it out and slaughter first."

The two of them couldn't help but laugh after saying that.

Ming Xiluo was too lazy to bother with her, so he put down the memorial in his hand. In fact, he didn't find her next to Di Lu yesterday, so he was not so angry, let alone she came over: "It's just a little cold."

"It's not easy to get better if you don't pay attention to the wind and cold. Look at me last time, I thought it was nothing if I was kicked. As a result, my bones were cracked, making me not as smooth as my waist when I was doing evening classes now."

Can you not mention your injury: "I understand." I can't help but put your eyes on her waist. Isn't it smooth? He felt...

"What are you looking at?" I complained pitifully, "Is it so delicate? I've been so pitiful lately. I haven't had a good meal yet, just dealing with those styles. You said why I'm going to make a fight for myself! I'm so unwise."

Aunt Qin came to bring tea and heard this sentence, "You are pitiful, you have a meal and a meal, and ordinary people spend more than half a year. Are you pitiful, you should eat it for ten years."

When Ming Xiluo saw Aunt Qin glaring at her lady's eyes, he knew that her pity was different from others, but he echoed: "I've indeed lost weight."

Xiang Xinci also felt that she had lost weight: "And it's cloudy and rainy now, my waist hurts a little. Haven't you been well maintained?"

Mincilo was a little worried and suddenly lifted the quilt and asked her to lie down: "Let me see."

"Um."

Aunt Qin glanced at the two of them, and her lady was lying on the bed. Lord Ming stared at her tired face to check the fact that she was twisted by the cloth yesterday. He snorted coldly in his heart and went out.

"Does this hurt?"

"Ah—" The voice was soft like a kitten: "It hurts..."

Mingxiluo rubbed her with heartache: "Why isn't it completely gone? It's all okay..." Mingxiluo thought that she was still going to marry the prince, otherwise her words would be a joke, and who cares about who she is.

Aunt Qin threw the curtain on it.

Di Lu glanced at her.

Aunt Qin threw the plate on the table in the living room and said that she was a lady. Lord Ming was still sick. Can you please let Lord Ming rest for a while? What happened to her when she came back and asked her to pinch her waist? She actually ordered the patient.

Dilu looked at her.

The more Aunt Qin thought about it, the more wrong it became, especially her own lady. The lady is not the kind of person who feels sorry for others to pinch her a few times. When she was very young, she could have the prince who had been pulling a heavy bow for a day and pinch her legs that hurt because she had grown sorely! She could definitely do it!

Aunt Qin must not wait for her lady to discover her conscience. Lord Ming should not wait for her conscience to discover her conscience, but she turned around and went back in peace: "Miss, does Lord Ming want to eat something?"

Xiang Xinci nodded comfortably: "...Please bring it over, it hurts a little too, you can go up a little..." He closed his eyes comfortably and hummed toward Mingxiluo.

Mingxiluo looked at her with a gentle look, and his big hands could almost cover her entire waist.

Aunt Qin shook the curtain again, and the curtain should have been replaced with jade, and it would have been better if it hits: "If I had known, I would not have told her about Lord Ming's illness, so I shouldn't have done this."

Di Lu looked at Aunt Qin who was heading towards the kitchen and felt that it might not be possible. Just because he saw rain outside his house the day before yesterday, if Lord Ming’s illness is not cured, he might not be able to recover.

"Are you still used to it in the Marquis' Mansion?" Ming Xiluo stood beside Di Lu in a blanket dress, looking at the person who was basking in the sun on the yard after lunch. Although his face was pale, he was still elegant and trustworthy. Even if he stood beside Di Lu in a brocade and jade clothes, he was still eye-catching.

Di Lu lowered his head, looked respectful, and was also very respectful. He heard from his friend mention that Lord Ming, who grabbed them alone, without frowning. Di Lu even attacked others with ruthless actions. He was not an ordinary person who could use a few moves to catch him, not to mention that he was in a life-and-death struggle: "Thank you, Lord Ming, for your concern, it's okay."

Mingxiluo felt that he had a bad idea, but if it was Xiang Xinci, he might not think that he was too concerned. She was a person who was not afraid of meat and vegetables: "Is your Uncle Di better?"

"I haven't been kind to Lord Xie Ming to invite a famous doctor yet." Di Lu said and knelt down without hesitation.

Mingxiluo looked at Xiang Xinci who was about to fall asleep and accepted his worship: "The old man is old and there are problems that are inevitable. Don't mind it, get up."

"Yes." Di Lu stood up. He was grateful to Ming Xiluo for finding his adopted father for him, and also to Miss Seven who brought him out. If he had not been with Miss Seven, these people would have been looking for someone for him without any effort in Liang. If anyone else had seen his adopted father again, he might have been a grave: "The Ministry of Rites may not be suitable for you. What do you think of the Ministry of Personnel?"

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Chapter completed!