Mingxiluo tried his best to restrain himself because she thought of this little thing and lost her restraint.

Xiang Xinci nodded.

Mingxiluo wanted to say that he had already broken off the engagement, but she was unhappy and thought it was boring to ask. How could she not understand what she should understand? It just depends on whether she would like to see it.

Xiang Xinci seemed to have something to worry about. After a while, he turned to look at his former yamen.

"What's wrong?"

Xiang Xinci seemed not used to mentioning these things, but was worried: "I don't take it seriously if I say something outside recently."

She came here for this, because of the recent rumors and his current situation, he hoped that the people of the Nine Kings would no longer know what to do.

Xiang Xinci waited for a while but didn't wait for a response. She turned her head and looked over with concern: "Is it very difficult?"

"No." Just such an understatement made him think a little too much. For example, when she saw this, it was because he stood in his position and thought about it for him.

When did she think about her that she couldn't see how hard the journey was when others came. No matter how hard she was born, she would have everything. The kindness of others to her should have been like this and it was not worth mentioning.

Now, when this incident happened, she would think of his situation, so why wouldn't it be surprising?

Even... moved.

It makes no sense. She just appeared here in boredom and said something. He had already dug out a canal in the west of the city, which was simply-

Xiang Xinci hesitated for a moment, reached out and covered him: "It will pass."

Mincilo gently held her hand.

Xiang Xinci looked down and his palm fell on his palm: "Do you want to... change the place?" There are many people here.

Mingxiluo shook his head, he thought that one day he could show up in front of people with her openly, instead of—

"Did you have meal."

"Do you still eat it?"

“…”

Ming Xiluo took over the chaos in front of her and started to eat one by one.

Xiang Xinci twitched the corner of her mouth: "I was so squeezed that I couldn't eat anymore."

Mingxiluo would not explain to her what this bowl tasted like.

"The Ninth Prince's people are a bit too bullying. One person is awesome to the sky, and no one dares to bother you with messy things."

Ming Xiluo was eating wontons silently: "..."

"It's not good to have a good reputation in the past two years. I dare to speak anything. I wonder who dared to talk like this and killed him with a knife."

It turns out that the reputation is not good, and there are such benefits.

"I don't resist when I see you, you are afraid of the Nine Kings."

"No, just there is no need to take action."

"Are the Nine Kings awesome?"

"What do Miss Seven think?"

"I listened to a song yesterday, but there was no one in the Palace of Music."

Mingxiluo put down the chopsticks in his hand, and a faint light flashed in his eyes.

"I am not unhappy with the Queen Mother. How could the Queen Mother know how many people on duty in the Le Palace are on duty? I am unhappy those people who actually didn't think I would listen to music in order to please the Queen Mother. Some palace ladies dare not take me seriously."

"A bunch of slaves. The queen mother is an elder. If you can't get it, try to avoid it."

"I ignored her."

Having said that, she suffered a grievance and failed to enjoy herself: "Did the Nine Kings do it all day and night..." This is a fact, and it is a promise, but it takes time.

Xiang Xinci didn't say anything, looking at the people coming and going on the street.

Mingxilo restrained all his emotions. He didn't have much to do now, but it was time for those people to move.

Xiang Xinci was calm and she came to see him, not for the current result—after all, distant water cannot quench near thirst, and growing up and raising is boring, it is better than nothing.

A bowl of wontons soon came to an end: "Do you want to listen to the opera?"

Xiang Xinci actually wanted to go to Xiang's mansion, so how could he just kneel down to a few servants in this tone: "Okay."

...

"Seven-seven-seven-seven-seven-seven-seven-seven-something" Butler Zheng opened his mouth in surprise and said a complete sentence.

"You Miss Seven!" Weimao had already strode and walked in.

Butler Zheng hurriedly threw the kettle and followed him. It was not that he didn't know him, but: "Miss Seven! Miss Seven, why are you back! Who is following you!" Where is the imperial carriage of the Crown Princess? How did you run back? Which door did you go? Who saw it?

Xiang Xinci did not answer her: "Where is my elder brother."

"The prince is going to see the old lady." Butler Zheng hurriedly looked back again, why was the only lady dead?

Xiang Xinci's footsteps remained: "Is the newly married prince's wife good-looking?"

OK—No?—"It's a woman."

Xiang Xinci suddenly stopped and looked back at him. The skirt drew a beautiful curve in the air, which was grand and beautiful.

Butler Zheng was a little uncertain, but according to the lady’s meaning, if the answer was not good, the outcome would not be too good. "... I met... I met once, but I didn’t... remember what I looked like..."

Xiang Xinci snorted at him and turned around and walked into the study.

Butler Zheng wiped the sweat from his forehead, but fortunately, he hurriedly chased after him and asked someone to go to Ningliutang to invite the prince back: "Miss Seven, Miss Seven, are you the only one?"

"What do you think?"

"Slave talks too much, slave..."

Good deeds, Shanyong, Shanyong had already arrived in panic, and Shanyong still had a smell of milk: "See, I've seen Miss Seven."

Xiang Xinci looked at the three of them, but she hadn't seen each other for several years and was in the mood to tease them: "Yes."

Good deeds look at the good history: What's wrong?

Shanshi immediately understood and stepped forward: "Miss Seven, do you think of the younger ones? You haven't come to see the servant for so long, and the servants don't know what it feels like to eat."

"Are you hungry?"

The good deeds look at the good deeds with uncertainty: How to follow this... How to follow it later: "Hehe."

Butler Zheng ignored these people's flattery and spoke respectfully: "Miss Seven wants to eat iced fruit milk? What kind of taste does the lady want to eat?" Their lady looked better.

Xiang Xinci half leaned on the couch and listened to the opera, so dizzy: "I don't want to eat."

Butler Zheng smiled and asked the kitchen to prepare what the lady liked.

The air was quiet for two seconds.

Shan Demon glanced at Shan Shi again.

The young age of diet, immediately stepped forward, half-kneeled at Miss Seven's feet, and stretched out his hand to pinch his legs for Miss Seven: "Miss is unhappy, who is not open to her eyes and makes us Miss Seven unhappy? The younger one asked Brother Shanxing to do him for you."
Chapter completed!