Xiang Xinci squinted her eyes and leaned on the soft-sinking jade pillow. Next to her were the fresh melons and fruits that could be hooked at random, as well as those standing on both sides ready to serve her at any time.

The window facing the stage was not opened, and the gauze in the room and the rippling of blue smoke in the incense burner all fell quietly to the ground.

Aunt Qin sat aside and embroidered a round fan.

Xiang Xinci was drowsy when she heard the unrealistic group.

Suddenly the door opened.

Aunt Qin glanced at Di Lu at the door and walked over. After a while, a slight wheel cart that was rolling on the floor was heard.

Xiang Xinci didn't open her eyes. She only knew from the slight sound that she was holding a good chair, not to mention the only person who needed to sit on a chair recently.

But...what is he here to do? Is there anything wrong?

Xiang Xinci opened her and suddenly saw him in the fourth-grade court uniform. He was stunned for a moment. He looked good. This outfit was especially suitable for him. He was noble and square, luxurious and majestic, like his people.

Mingxiluo also looked at her, her long hair like crow feathers spread on the soft collapse of the dark purple pattern. She was like a flower blooming on the way, bright and charming.

These dark to heavy patterns are very suitable for her, and they have a kind of abused beauty.

Ming Xiluo slightly put away his thoughts. Miss Seven may not be happy now. She talked to him about peach blossoms becoming mud or wandering around. But no matter what the situation outside, when she saw her, she was in the mood to listen to the song and rest, as if she had stolen half a day of leisure.

"Is there something wrong?" Qingyue's voice, with a hint of lazy sweetness and leisure.

It makes the listener feel very comfortable, as if she is not forbidden by her.

It turned out to be an illusion, and naturally it was fake. Ming Xiluo looked away, didn't say anything, and pushed himself in a wheelchair and sat opposite her, signaling to go to the pot of Biluochun.

Aunt Qin glanced at Miss Seven in embarrassment.

Xiang Xinci nodded lazily.

Aunt Qin took everyone back.

Xiang Xinci looked at him sitting at the long table and peeled a longan, put it in his mouth, and looked at him like that.

He ate very slowly, his fingers were very white and long. When his fingertips fell on the crystal-like flesh, his fingers were whiter than the flesh. But she knew that his seemingly white fingers were well-proportioned, and there were calluses that never faded all year round. When he tied a person's neck, he could instantly pinch the hardest bones and stroking them on him.

Xiang Xinci withdrew his gaze. Since he didn't speak, he slowly closed his eyes and lazily leaned against the soft pillow to continue listening to the song.

When the tea came up, Aunt Qin stepped down again. Mingxiluo was still slowly peeling the longan and eating it seriously, as if the plates of fruit were particularly attractive and nothing else was worth his distraction.

The song ended with a new song.

Xiang Xinci slowly opened her eyes and looked at him lazy: "Come and listen to the song?" Or did she not want to open a private room and listen to her?

No, Mingxiluo's move to peel off the longan was stopped.

He asked about it today. There were many people who proposed marriages from his parents. Today, he received a lot of hints when he arrived at the old palace. Even Mr. Xiang talked to him.

He thought... but he felt that he was doing this too much. What if she didn't pay attention? When he came, he realized that he didn't know what to say at all, but instead put himself in an embarrassing place. The longer he stayed, the worse it was for her, but he didn't want to leave.

I could only find a far-fetched topic to talk about: "I received the note you wrote for me."

Oh, this is indeed a big deal, but it is also here for me. He just receives it from him and does it. There is no need to come here to tell me specifically. Moreover, all the songs have been played, and he has peeled off a hill of longan eyelids. Why don’t he leave?

Xiang Xinci nodded.

Mingxiluo didn't know what to say, especially when she saw it, she was particularly embarrassed, but she wanted her to watch it more.

Xiang Xinci closed his eyes and didn't want to pay attention to him anymore. Mingxiluo had a problem, which was that he was extremely patient. He could sit for a day without saying anything. He had done it once, and sat in her room for a night without saying a word. He asked him that he could not say anything, so he was very annoyed.

Mingxiluo had countless words to say to her, but she was afraid that she would be like a thief...

Seeing her closing her eyes, Mingxiluo slowly pulled up the longan again and began to pluck it. The thin and crisp shell was gently touched by him, revealing it inside-

Xiang Xinci opened his eyes directly and did not compete with him for endurance: "Is there anything wrong?"

Ming Xiluo didn't expect her to open her eyes suddenly. He thought she would listen to this song, so he couldn't help but put down the longan in his hand and wiped his hands. After thinking for a while, he spoke: "You have practiced writing, and your writing has improved."

"Thank you."

Mingxiluo heard his impatientness and sat quietly without touching the longan on the table again. A familiar tune came from outside the window. Only then did he realize that he had not sat down and listened to a song with Xiang Xinci.

The only times he looked at her from afar, she was talking to others...Ming Xiluo didn't want to do it immediately, and his face was cold and calm.

Xiang Xinci looked up at the roof of Feixian Zhuanyun. What did he want to say, his distant relative?

"A very old song of "Summer War Strikes"."

Xiang Xinci took back his eyes: "Well, the person who shot has popped up new ideas, even if he is old, he can continue to listen."

The person who played? Mingxiluo suddenly didn't answer her words. He heard who played it. He didn't know if he had something in his words. Xingchui thought a little - she changed the topic: "I discovered her by accident that day, so I sent someone to follow her, and now I have called the person back."

As expected, this is the case. I guess it? I guess it. I also received it. Why did I hesitate to such a question? I even peeled so much fresh fruits.

Mingxiluo looked at his expression and felt that he might have stepped on a thunder. She must not be willing to tell people about this. After all,... it's very... her biological mother is still the same identity, and she may have a grudge. He shouldn't mention it: "I'm sorry, I just--"

Xiang Xinci's tone was calm and gave him an answer, with a gentle tone: "It's what you think. Don't disturb her life, and don't need relief. Just pretend that there is no such person." You can think of this, how can your brain grow?
Chapter completed!