Xiang Xinci decided not to tease Aunt Qin anymore, so she restrained her casual expression: "What did he do?"

Aunt Qin thought: "I haven't heard of it."

"No, what did I say he came here to do? Is there anything wrong? I'm afraid he won't doubt it?" Did he doubt it?

Aunt Qin had nothing to say for a moment: "..." But... "Mom..." Alas, she didn't know what to say, but-

Xiang Xinci really has something to ask: "Did the Ninth Prince make any noise today?"

"Isn't it back to the queen?" If so, the queen can still do morning classes, but what Lord Ming does--

Not far away, Lin Wujing, who was in office, passed by Song Zining, who was in office. After crossing the distance of his post, Lin Wujing walked to Aunt Qin's position, with a smile that looked like spring breeze on his face, which set off the youth's appearance and body as gentle as jade: "Empress, just now, the prince, Lord Ming, went to the Jiuwang Mansion together to discuss the return to Liangzhou with the Jiuwang."

Xiang Xinci looked at him, and her waist concealed her soft waist, her neck was infinitely elongated, and her snow-white skin became more white as jade among the colorful long silk. Her eyes were like blue glass beads, reflecting the color of the entire sky: "Go to the Ninth Prince?"

"Yes," Lin Wujing stretched out his hand, his palms were wide and his joints were clear.

Xiang Xinci thought to himself: "My elder brother brought it there?"

Lin Wujing nodded, thinking of Prince Xiang and the Empress that day... and also thinking of Prince Xiang's departure that day, the Empress...

Lin Wujing immediately interrupted the thought in his mind: "Yes."

Xiang Xinci's hand was placed on his hand.

Lin Wujing subconsciously held it gently, and his slightly calloused fingers stroked the back of her soft hand.

Aunt Qin glanced at Lin Wujing's hand. The empress could get up easily with such an action. What's more, as a slave, no matter how she dreamed of touching the master without her permission, she would use the power to get it to use it.

But thinking about their relationship, Aunt Qin said nothing.

Lin Wujing really didn't use any effort.

Xiang Xinci had already stood still, let go of her hand, and took the towel from Aunt Qin's hand.

Lin Wujing looked at his palm and put it down. The Crown Princess walked past him. He caught a breath between his nose that was different from usual elegant fragrance, as if it was carrying the spreading fragrance of a girl's milk and the clear spring water. It was even more lingering and exciting.

Xiang Xinci's voice came: "The prince has decided to return to the palace."

Lin Wujing's heart was still moved by the illusion of the aura in his heart. His voice seemed to come from the other end of the sea, waiting for an unsuitable echo: "Yes."

Xiang Xinci frowned and no longer needed a towel: "When did they discuss it?"

Lin Wujing turned around and followed: "Last night, the Empress was already asleep. The prince stood up because of the medicine. Lord Ming happened to come over, and Shen De heard it."

"They are so happy that they work in the middle of the night, are they afraid that I will hear it?" Xiang Xinci untied the long silk on his hand, and was still on the screen.

"Empress do many——" Lin Wujing followed behind the screen.

Xiang Xinci suddenly turned around, hooked his neck, kissed his lips, put him on the seat beside him, and sucked the words behind him into his mouth.

Aunt Qin just followed her and ran into this scene, and quickly took a few steps back.

The people behind him did not follow in tacitly.

Aunt Qin took a deep breath and walked in as if nothing had happened.

Lin Wujing blocked her waist, tighter and tighter, spreading into his breath, smelling her unstained skin, and simply belonging to him, almost making him lose his mind.

Xiang Xinci's breathing was a little gasping, and skillfully pulled out of his lingering lips and teeth, leaning against his ear to breathe: "Yang Guangqing took his sister's body back to the southwest today."

Lin Wujing kissed her neck randomly, and every time she breathed, she seemed to drag her into the abyss: "Yes."

"Who is sure!"

Lin Wujing noticed her displeasure, listened to her movements, and said with a cautious voice: "Yan Gu sent her away."

Seeing this, Xiang Xinci comforted his neck and kissed his ears and lips: No fear.

Lin Wujing immediately wanted to-

Xiang Xinci had already gotten up from the chair, tidied up her clothes, raised her long hair, and her expression returned to normal: "Have you had breakfast?"

Lin Wujing pressed her arms against a wisp of her clothes, looked at her with a heavy gaze, and did not move: "Eat."

Xiang Xinci looked back, put his arms on the armrests on both sides, his body slowly tilted down, his mouth slowly raised, his eyes as charming as silk: "Then... eat more."

Lin Wujing put his hand on her and broke it. His face buried in her neck, rubbing against the breath of her body...

Aunt Qin reminded: "Your Highness and the little princess are still waiting for the Empress to have a meal."

Xiang Xinci was immediately amazed and crying: "Sweeping away." He pressed his head with his hand and made him exert a little force, thinking deeply about Qingming: "What is Mingxiluo's reaction?"

Lin Wujing thought that it did not mean that his mind was not moving, but his voice was a little dull: "Master Ming? I can't guess it."

Xiang Xinci smiled: "But you see Aunt Qin's worries are written on her face, for fear that Mingxiluo will turn against her, but Mingxiluo is proud, and he may not be happy if others are happy, so-" Xiang Xinci brushed his obsessed side face: "Do whatever you should do, don't waste your energy on this irrelevant matter. The funds prepared by this palace for you are not something you can save."

Lin Wujing's movements suddenly stopped, and even though his hands were crazy, he wanted to continue: "Subordinate - know."

Xiang Xinci stood up, smiled softer, patted the head of the sensible child, turned around and walked out, complaining quite a bit: "They can't eat by themselves, they have to wait for me."

Aunt Qin reminded her: "Last time, Your Highness didn't wait for you to have a meal, you got so angry."

Xiang Xinci waved his hand: "Don't take it to heart, just send it casually."

...

In the Ninth Prince’s Amaterasu Hall.

The guards lined up on both sides.

Ming Xiluo was wearing an official robe and calmly sat in the living room, which was not much shorter than the seats of the Prince's Hall. Rows of high chairs and magnificent hall supported by twelve high pillars. The golden wisps of jade were common, and the five-clawed golden dragon plate pillars were up, with fierce eyes.

Xiang Zhuyuan blew open the tea in the cup as usual, took a sip and said, "It is the old tea from Shu, which will last forever, and it will be golden and good tea."

Xiang Zhuyuan signaled to Mingxiluo to try it.

Ming Xiluo was in a high position for two years and his skills in tea tasting were already perfect. He took a sip: "What the prince said is very true."

Wu Zhe did not lose the majesty of the Nine Princes Mansion. He looked at the two of them as if nothing had happened and savored tea with them. Yesterday's bloody storm, suspicion, and hostility seemed to be false.

But the few people stood behind each other and brought them to the guards, proving that they were not illusions.

The deep ambergris floated in the hall, and the chairs, wood and utensils were stained with this long-lasting fragrance.

Mingxiluo hasn't smelled such a tangled fragrance for a while. It can represent the scent of royal dignity. It is naturally clear and extraordinary, and there is no discomfort. As picky as he has to say, this fragrance is classic and pure.

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