An Tianbei moved forward as if nothing had happened, and unexpectedly, and there was still a little... loss? It was a bit a little. Even in order to maintain his face, he still wanted to say that this answer was unexpected.

He couldn't say this feeling. Logically, he had no expectations for this incident, and success or failure was not important.

But when she saw her standing in the pavilion and watching from afar... An Tianbei could think of her now, and no matter how much he concealed her, he could not deny that he was indeed panicked.

After returning, I also thought about what it would be if I got married, and I didn't even ask her. The little girl would definitely reject his question after hearing this.

As a result, she didn't agree. She was still so young, not an ordinary woman in the boudoir. She should prefer young people who are as energetic as her and prefer them in age. Why agreeing to this is OK to outsiders? To her, it is like a marriage that is alone in the empty boudoir.

An Tianbei's eyebrows and eyes were cold for a moment. He did not put this dissatisfaction on anyone. It was just inappropriate. It was far from angered and angry place: "What umbrella! This little rain can pour you on! People in Liangdu have seen too much, and they feel weak!"

The one who was scolded by Shouchao - silently took back the umbrella.

...

Liang Gongxu held his thin chin and looked at Mingxiluo, who had just recovered from a serious illness: "You are here."

Ming Xiluo raised his head from the tutorial, his eyes calmly, and he looked respectful: "Thank you for your concern, it's okay."

Liang Gongxu snorted coldly: "It's fast enough, I think you're going to die." After all, I was so seriously ill that I didn't jump around the next day.

Mingxiluo was not embarrassed at all, nor did he think that the prince knew that there was anything different about this matter. He was like everyone who was working normally after a serious illness, with no loopholes in his expression and no provocation: "I thank the emperor for his grace."

Liang Gongxu looked at him, his mouth moved, and suddenly he threw the snail in his hand on Mingxiluo's face regardless of the slightest disregard.

Mingxiluo will not hide or dodge.

The snail was hitting Mingxiluo in the face and landed on the ground with a snap.

Master Shoukang was shocked and hurried to see the prince.

Liang Gongxu lay on the table panting, staring at Mingxiluo with red eyes: "What are you? You can't even be a dog! Cough - drink - drink - drink - Liang Gongxu covered his chest and couldn't breathe.

"Transfer to the Imperial Doctor! Transfer to the Imperial Doctor--"

Liang Gongxu stared at him viciously, and couldn't scold him in a word! Why didn't you die of illness? You are sick! What's even more ridiculous is that after using so much effort, the snail just touched his face, and it was difficult to even make a sound - is it ridiculous, is it ridiculous...

Liang Gongxu's eyes fainted.

"Are the imperial physicians dead?"

When Xiang Xinci arrived, the imperial physician had just stabilized Liang Gongxu's situation.

Mingxiluo knelt quietly on the steps outside, and the ground that had rained last night was full of biting chill.

Neither of them looked at each other more. In the Eastern Palace, taking a look at each other will cause trouble for each other.

Dilu stood outside.

Xiang Xinci sat beside the bed, looking at Liang Gongxu who woke up.

When Liang Gongxu saw her, he would not mention the ugly thing that would make him look like this, and he was also a little disrespectful.

Liang Gongxu shrank himself into the quilt: "I am in poor health before spring... I can't go out often..."

Xiang Xinci smiled gently, stretched out his hand to stroke Liang Gongxu's thin cheeks. At this time in his previous life, he was about to die.

At that time, was he thinner than now? The gorgeous clothes could not suppress the sickness on his face. He left when the illness tormented him the most: "Well, wait for you to get better, let's fly kites."

Liang Gongxu's eyes lit up: "Flying a kite."

"Yeah, together."

At the same time, Master Shoukang quietly withdrew and asked Lord Ming to leave first. If the prince saw it, he would be troublesome when he remembered the unhappiness just now: "Mr. Ming, don't blame Your Highness. Your Highness has been in poor health recently and is a little anxious."

"I dare not." Mingxiluo stood up, retreated respectfully, walked far away without looking back.

Master Shoukang sighed, Lord Ming was suffering.

Xiang Xinci stayed with Liang Gongxu for a day. When she came back, she suddenly changed her carriage and went to Dongwen Lane. She didn't get off, but just parked at the entrance of the street and looked at the alley for a long time. She waited until the evening when there were too many people coming and going, and then ordered people to leave.

...

It rained and it was already dark, and it was raining heavily outside. Lord Ming had just returned.

Duoyu hurriedly took the adult's straw raincoat: "I have boiled ginger candy water, so I will drink some first. By the way, Miss Seven has been here today, but the carriage stopped at the intersection and did not come in." After that, he hurried to the kitchen to serve ginger candy water.

Ming Xiluo put his hand on his clothes and did not move any more. He did not start changing clothes until the sound of rainy footsteps came outside.

"Sir, drink some ginger candy water to warm your body."

"How long has she... been stopped?"

"One hour."

Mingxiluo put down the ginger candy water, picked up the umbrella and went out again.

"Sir, Sir!"

Mincilo opened the door.

Xiang Xinci stood outside the door with an umbrella. In the heavy rain, she seemed to be washed away and wiped away by the heavy rain at any time, but she stood there firmly, with her small body supporting the spring scenery of the blooming peaches and plums: "Let's go."

Mingxiluo resisted the urge to hold her in his heart, opened his umbrella and walked into the rain with him.

Duoyu looked at the two of them with such heavy rain and such dark weather, and closed the door speechlessly.

Di Lu came out in the rain to buy medicine for his adoptive father. When he came back, he saw the two wandering like two ghosts in the alley where the rain was pouring. When he suddenly saw him, he almost subconsciously was alert, one tall and the other short, but it was undeniable - pleasing to the eye.

Mincilo saw him.

Xiang Xinci lowered his head and looked at the water shaking the six countries on the ground.

Di Lu walked over and looked at the two of them with half-wet skirts, interesting: "Mr. Ming."

Ming Xiluo nodded with a gentle expression. He was not hit by anyone at all. The wind was still bright and the moon was still unmoved: "I have medicine in my yard, just ask someone to pick it up."

"Thank you, Lord Ming. I'll bother you next time. I'm going to say goodbye." After saying that, he looked at Miss Seven who was staring at the rain on the ground, these two...

Di Lu did not dare to stop and quickly entered the innermost household.

The two continued to walk here, and no one felt the rain was heavy or the wind was strong, nor did they feel the alley was boring. It seemed that there were endless scenery here, and there were people around them who could not see enough. They walked slowly like this, knowing that the most urgent rain was the ankles of their ankles, which gradually faded away until they flooded the soles of their shoes, and the rain gradually turned smaller.

Mingxiluo took the clothes handed over Duoyu and draped them on Xiang Xinci.

Xiang Xinci smiled.

Under the dim moonlight, she is even more dazzling than the moonlight.

Xiang Xinci looked away.
Chapter completed!