Aunt Qin smiled kindly: "Madam, don't be anxious, the prince will miss you too." The heart that has been holding on forever, finally fell down because the prince returned. It's good that the prince will come back, and the prince can have a good sleep.

Deafening noises came from both sides of the street. The windows of all teahouses, restaurants and music shops on the second floor were all opened, and there were endless discussions.

Xiang Xinci, wearing a simple veil with ears, looked out and looked at her with passionate eyes, and was simply wearing a chessboard.

"Here, come--"

The iron horse wrapped in golden swords turned around carrying the momentum of Daliang Jiangshan, and the people who were greeting each other immediately pushed the cry to a climax.

The former number one talented man in Liangdu City, now a famous general, is the eternal pride of Liangdu City.

The sound of horse hooves stepping on the bluestone avenue getting closer and closer. The team hunting flags were waving and throwing fruits into the car. Xiang Zhuyuan rode on the heavy armored horse and walked in front.

Xiang Xinci saw him at a glance. No matter how long he was away, he seemed to be one of the people who could see him at a glance. Xiang Xinci smiled and leaned against the window, her brother.

Xiang Zhuyuan felt something, and raised his head and saw her, and all his glory was placed in his place.

"What are the general looking at?"

Someone who was flirting with Prince Xiang looked at him, except for the woman who was shyly carrying a concubine on the second floor and the son of a powerful family, there was nothing in the same figure.

Xiang Zhuyuan had withdrawn his gaze and was eager to enter the palace. He had someone he wanted to see more.

...

In the majestic Qiantian Hall, white marble steps and thick and wide dragon chaises set apart.

When they left Liangdu City, the two were still ministers fighting side by side, and now there is a difference between the king and the minister.

"Long live my emperor."

"No need to be polite between you and me."

The friendship remains the same, but some words and some things are no longer possible to regain the original moment.

The Ming Xiluo was as broad as before, and the rule was to conquer people with virtue.

Xiang Zhuyuan was loyal and sincerely loyal to Emperor Ming ascended the throne.

It is only a momentary matter to readjust their own positions. There seems to be endless old things to mention. In the end, there is nothing to say. Everyone does their own things well, leaving only the rewards for the promotion of the title and the people who give them rewards.

Xiang Zhuyuan did not stay in the palace for long. After leaving the palace, he went directly to Zhongguo Mansion: "How about Miss Seven?"

Shanxing had already asked: "Go back to the prince, Miss Seventh is fine, Miss Seventh... is already waiting for the prince in the mansion."

"Carriage is quicker."

"yes."

...

The gate of Zhongguo Mansion was opened. As soon as Xiang Zhuyuan stepped in, he saw a group of red blue kites standing at the gate, with a taller body. The pink jade hairpin penetrated into the black hair, and a pair of grape-purple earrings dangled on the snow-white neck. His skin was white and his eyes were bright. The screen and stone walls behind him became decorations, so bright that they were willing to take away all the attention of the people.

The door slowly closed.

Aunt Qin bowed slightly and took away all the servants.

Xiang Xinci suddenly smiled, like an elf jumping out of the landscape mural behind her, running towards the man regardless of the matter.

Xiang Zhuyuan subconsciously opened his arms: "Be careful."

Xiang Xinci rushed into his arms.

Xiang Zhuyuan hugged her and turned around, and his dress drew a bright curve in the air, removing half of the force that she had bumped into.

But even so, Xiang Xinci's soft forehead was still pitiful and the armor on her brother's body was placed on her.

Xiang Zhuyuan stretched out his hand without principles and helped her rub it.

Xiang Xinci enjoyed the care for granted, raised her head childishly, looked at him with attachment, and her cheeks were unconsciously rubbed against his wrist. The warm and true touch aroused the pain in her heart, and tears fell instantly.

"Lovely..."

Xiang Xinci plunged into Xiang Zhuyuan's arms, hugged him tightly, and cried like a child: "He left...he just left..."

Xiang Zhuyuan trembled because of her sadness, and did not say anything sad, and hugged her back: "...I'm late for coming back..."

"He has been holding on for so long... It seems like a miracle will come at any time..."

“…”

Xiang Xinci kept crying, crying with a dull depression, sour regret, and falling on Xiang Zhuyuan's confusion, sadness, longing, and separation.

Xiang Zhuyuan didn't move, just hugging her quietly, as if she was sad countless times, staying by her side, helping her digest the fear and confusion of losing in her heart: "I will never leave in the future..."

"Xiang Zhuyuan...you said..."

"Well...I said..." So it's a promise.

...

In the Duke of Lingguo's mansion, Xiang Zhang waited for the rest of his son to come back. He was a little anxious. When was it time and why didn't he come back yet? Didn't he say that the emperor had released the person long ago?

"master."

"Come in!"

"Report to Master, good deeds have erupted, and the prince went to Zhongguo Mansion."

Xiang Zhang frowned after hearing this, a little unhappy, and then sighed silently. It would be better to go and see it, after all, an orphan and widowed mother.

From the position of queen surrounded by thousands of people to the point of loneliness today, Xiang Qi's child is probably... Alas, things are unpredictable. After all, the Xiang family can have today thanks to the respect of the late emperor for Xiang Qi, Xuan Jian should go and take a look.

What's more, the two of them have been kind since that incident, which has made Su Jun unhappy: "Someone comes to ask the prince again, and it will be a big deal to see the guests tomorrow."

"yes."

...

Zhongguo Mansion at night is like a sleeping beauty. Even though the cold wind whistles, it still maintains its lazy charm. Flowers wither and sycamore trees wither. Here is still stubborn greenery and flowers bloom in prosperity.

Xiang Zhuyuan put his hand on the window, looked at the dark courtyard inadvertently, and smiled bitterly for a moment. Even here, after a night of wind and frost, it would turn into mud tomorrow.

Xiang Zhuyuan closed the window, looked at the sleeping person, left a lamp farthest from the bed, sat on the couch, and turned on the album on the table.

He was used to coming back after a few days to find clues about her. The words she liked would tell her mood that day, as if he also followed her to experience all the joys and sorrows that she had never experienced.

Xiang Zhuyuan carefully finished a picture album and opened the second one. As soon as he opened it, he felt a pair of warm hands pressing on his back. The thin body that was only wearing a coat and pressed on his back. Xiang Zhuyuan's body stiffened and subconsciously turned his head.

"Don't look back..." Xiang Xinci's voice stayed in the hoarse voice that had just woken up, leaning his head softly on his back, wrapping his hand around his waist, and quietly closing his eyes again: "Brother, I think it's so boring..."

Xiang Zhuyuan did not move: "..."
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