"If dad is fine, I'll go take a shower first."

Xiang Zhang immediately called him, took a few steps back, looked serious, and lowered his voice: "I've found a doctor for you... I'm living in Tianguo Temple. You can go and take a look this afternoon." I still have to listen to what the doctor said.

Xiang Zhuyuan was still a little dazed and didn't react for a while.

Xiang Zhang knew he didn't want to mention it, but: "Don't hide it, if there is still a chance."

Xiang Zhuyuan suddenly realized, and suddenly felt absurd, more sad, and mocking himself. The chaos came, making him not think about what this meant. It took him a long time before he spoke: "...I know."

Seeing this, Xiang Zhang couldn't bear to say anything else, so he turned around and left.

Xiang Zhuyuan lowered his head, pressed the wound on his hand with a towel, raised his head, and looked ugly. "Miss Seventh! It's time to go, don't eat!"

Butler Zheng trembled: "This time... probably hasn't gotten up yet..."

"Let her get up! She is lazy and slick at a young age."

Butler Zheng did not dare to delay and hurriedly called another ancestor.

Xiang Xinci stayed at home for a day and didn't go anywhere.

During breakfast, he also took food for Xiang Zhuyuan diligently.

Xiang Zhuyuan picked it out and didn't eat it.

When Xiang Xinci saw it, she cried in surprise and sadness.

Xiang Zhuyuan put his face coldly and put it back into the bowl and ate it.

Xiang Xinci felt that her brother liked to eat things that were dipped in your table, probably because he felt that it smelled of wood, otherwise why bother himself: "Qiqi, are you still sawing wood?" Xiang Xinci sat on a huge wooden pier, looking at Shanqi who was dark.

After all, he was the prince's close-fits-and-right hand, but now he has fallen to the point of trying to get the kitchen. Look at the usual handsome eyebrows and the hands that only hold swords before, and then see what they are now.

But it is stronger than before: "He is so cruel to you."

Shanqi ignored her. The prince didn't sleep all night last night and went to the yamen again this morning. She was leisurely.

"Xiang Zhuyuan is a petty person."

What is the point of sowing discord? Maybe it's idle, or you've done something wrong and can't go out and pass the time here.

Butler Zheng brought a plate of crispy milk cake from the kitchen, poured another cup of flower tea, and placed it on a small stool beside him.

Xiang Xinci's sad arm rested on the stool, and while eating, he sighed in his life: "At the same time, let's talk bad things about Xiang Zhuyuan together--"

Don’t look at Xiang Xinci’s speech when Xiang Zhuyuan is not at home.

In the evening, Xiang Zhuyuan got off the yamen, and she surrounded her like a little bee, and the diligent flatterer: "You are walking so beautifully."

“…”

"Your jade is also beautiful, and it is embroidered on the belt and is very consistent with your temperament. You are as shiny as this gem."

"go out--"

"What are you going out for? Are you going to have a meal later?"

"I'll change my clothes."

"Oh, it's okay, I'll close my eyes."

A quarter of an hour later, Xiang Xinci sat on the steps in the corridor and looked at Uncle Hong: "To this day, my nose is not the nose, my eyes are not the eyes, and I am looking at me for whom."

Uncle Hong handed over the account book in his hand to Butler Zheng and turned around and wanted to leave.

Xiang Xinci grabbed his skirt and ran away. He talked about his master. Uncle Hong used to like to scold Xiang Zhuyuan with her. The two of them became confidants. Although Zheng Dahai did not die in this life and did not give Uncle Hong a place above ten thousand people. Until now, he is a accountant and a small manager, but this does not affect our friendship, right?

Butler Zheng walked forward and spread the lady's hand: "Slave come." He hurriedly let Lao Hong leave.

"Do you prince dislike me?"

"The little ancestor of the slave, the prince doesn't like him, and he can't like you." No one can match your ability to turn things around. The prince changed his clothes: "Where did the lady last night?"

"Uncle Dahai, you forgot where your door is opened, right?"

OK, OK, don't ask: "Tell the lady, I have not asked you to investigate you, so you can bear the prince's temper-"

The door suddenly opened.

Zheng Dahai quickly stood up and retreated to a far side.

Xiang Zhuyuan looked at the person sitting on the ground, wasn’t it cold: “Come in! Letting you go out is not someone outside.”

Xiang Xinci jumped up and said, "Brother, I have made a wreath for you, the sea, mine-"

Zheng Dahai has already presented it.

Xiang Zhuyuan sat at the desk and spread out the official documents: Don't wear them.

"You wear it, I have used a lot of flower-made ones... Just wear it, brother, wear it, brother..."

...

Xiang Xinci sat in the private room of the Leyifang again. When she listened to the faint sound of the piano outside, she finally breathed a sigh of relief - she was free, and her difficult brother was not angry anymore, otherwise she would have gotten angry.

It's better for her brother, and he just got the tantrum: "This song is good for bullets, and I'll reward her with ten taels of silver."

Aunt Qin glanced at the lady: "Yes."

Xiang Xinci leaned on the soft collapse without any image and ate the fried peanuts peeled by Aunt Qin. Although she told Xiang Zhuyuan about Xu Xu, it was not done overnight. She wanted to... wait until the spring trial was released before talking about it.

Xiang Xinci looked at the beams painted by Feitian in the elegant room, and her worries made her close her eyes and listen to the gurgling sound of the piano outside...

At the end of the song, Xiang Xinci opened her eyes: Two days ago, there was a master of such superb skills in Leyifang? "Who is playing the piano?"

Aunt Qin glanced down and said, "Miss, Miss Xingchui."
Chapter completed!