Xiang Zhuyuan put his brother's shoulders on his face and looked calm: "I didn't pay attention to these things. Maybe it was replaced by the people below. Do you like it? I'll send some to your house."

Mo Yunyi's eyes stayed on him for a moment, and felt that this aura was not completely familiar, but also familiar. Perhaps it made the Xiang Master of the Duke's Mansion have the same effect: "No need, they know their affairs in their hearts. The emperor intends to deal with them. I have a sense of responsibility, so don't worry about me."

"Just have a lot of money, have tea together at noon."

"It's evening, I'll invite you tonight."

"Okay, I won't disturb you anymore, you can go and do it first." Xiang Zhuyuan stood on the steps, watching Mo Yunyi walk away, frowning slightly, but did not check the fragrance on his body. Every time he went out, he changed his clothes and smoked the fragrance again.

I was just out in a hurry today and changed my clothes directly in the study. Xinci has been in the study recently. She is not used to her breath, but Mo Yunyi still remembers it.

"Crown Prince Xiang? Why haven't you left yet?"

"Let's go now."

Ming Xiluo walked around the jade platform and looked at the people who had already walked away.

Chang'an stood behind the emperor and looked at the empty hall.

"Xuan Wanxiang enters the palace."

"yes."

...

Everything dared not delay for a moment: "Emperor."

Ming Xiluo put down his pen directly: "My wife has lived in the house near the Xiang family recently?"

This is not the day to report on the wife's movements, but he hasn't heard of her wife walking around recently: "Yes."

"Send someone to see if the house over there is connected to the Duke of Ling's Mansion."

Connect? "Yes."

...

In the Privy Council, Xiang Zhuyuan changed his clothes and had sent someone to find out what he wanted to know. Not long ago, Mo Yunyi had traveled to Wenchang Street with a woman. Many people saw this. According to the description of the person who came to report, Xiang Zhuyuan inferred that it should be Xinci.

The ability to remember the spices so clearly must be because of his recent contact. What's wrong with him looking for Xinci? How did they meet?

Shanqi looked at the prince and said something he didn't know whether he should say or not.

Xiang Zhuyuan looked at him: "What's wrong? He has been trying to speak but stopping since the morning. If you have anything to say?"

Shanqi gritted his teeth and said, "Criminal, do you want to take a shower?" Then he re-inflammable. Not only the fragrance on his clothes, but also... It was not the prince's mistake this morning, but the prince has been with Miss Seven recently for a long time and has become accustomed to it, and he has not smelled it at all.

“…”

Seeing that the prince did not answer for a long time, Shanqi immediately knelt down: "I should die."

"Get up and change all the incense from Riyiyuan to the one commonly used by Miss Seven."

"Yes..." But... Miss Seven has a body fragrance on her body. People close to her can detect something wrong when they smell it, but then they feel that they are worried. How many people have come into contact with Miss Seven? Among the people they have come into contact with, how many people are proficient in spices.

...

Wanxiang replied to the news quickly: "Reported to the Emperor, the house on the side of the Duke of Ling Guo's Mansion is not big, and the largest one is only three times. The building chosen by the wife is even smaller, and the ones whom the Empress brought over to serve are familiar faces, so our people... cannot get in."

Ming Xiluo raised his eyebrows slightly: "You just report these?"

Wanxiang immediately knelt on the ground: "I deserve to die, I will find a way now and I will definitely get accurate information."

"What are you doing on your knees, waiting for the reward."

"Yes, my subordinates have surrendered."

Seeing this, Chang'an hesitated while holding the floating dust in his hand, and said, "Emperor... When the first emperor gave the house to the Empress, it was to make it convenient for the Empress to return to his mother's house. And it was the back door of the Duke of Ling's Mansion. It was only a few steps away, so there was no secret thought, right?" The Duke of Ling's Mansion covered a large area and had no neighbors at all. There was no need to worry about being seen. Why do you have to do this again?

Ming Xiluo picked up the red pen and opened the fold again: "..."

Seeing that the emperor did not speak, Chang'an fell silently.

Mingxiluo stretched the last stroke and stopped the pen, so she couldn't hold the huge Zhongguo Mansion and squeezed into the small yard two or three. In that small yard, she could put nearly a hundred chefs or her clothes, and since she couldn't put down anything, why didn't she go out for a few days?

What's more, Mo Yunyi said that day...

Mingxiluo pulled his thoughts back and continued to instruct him that it didn't matter where she went, and he was free to ask.

...

The weather was clear and more people were coming and going on the street, especially the silk, rouge shop and jade craftsman's business was surprisingly good. Half of the treasures that were not popular in previous years were sold in just a few days.

The store is even more committed to making new and outstanding, and only hopes that the ladies of the various provinces who are waiting to be selected can be favored by one or two, so that they can also shine their ancestors and their families.

The eldest granddaughter of the Minister of War Wang's family, who is fifteen years old, is also among the candidates for this time. He is worried about being a furious person, but... the emperor seems not to be an extravagant person.

The shopkeeper was a little anxious: "Miss, do you want it? This is the little snow mountain fox fur that came from the west. This is a complete piece. Dare to say that besides the little man, Shengshi Huashang can take out such a complete piece of snow mountain fox fur. Look at the color of the fur, the degree of water slipperyness, and the size of the skin. No matter how big you make a cloak or a few small sticks, it will definitely look good."

Miss Wang naturally likes this skin, she fell in love with her at first sight, but—

The shopkeeper was a little anxious. I don’t know what happened recently. Many good things can’t be sold. If I don’t take it now, I might not be able to buy it in the store for a few years and no one can afford it: "Customer, look at this fluff again. I chose the thinnest layer of velvet under the fur of the young fox in the snow mountain in winter. If you touch it, it will be delicate and soft... I really have a piece of it in the skin." The shopkeeper said with great thought.

Miss Wang is young and is fifteen or sixteen years old when she is greedy for beauty, but she may be disliked if she wears it.

The girl looks good, and such good-looking things are rare: "If you like it, it's just like it."

Miss Wang sighed and put down the thing with pain: "I..."

"Mom, this skin looks beautiful, and it makes people feel happy when you look at it. How about buying this skin and making a scarf?" As she spoke, the little girl had already walked over and held the skin in her hand.

Seeing this, the shopkeeper immediately started selling it, and Ms. Wang obviously had little desire to buy it.

Miss Wang turned around and saw Nie Sang, who was about her age, looking at the skin with love. She immediately clenched the handkerchief in her hand.

The maid immediately protected the lady next to her. Why was it her?

Mrs. Nie followed in with a smile: "Why are you still reckless? Just a piece of skin? Just buy it if you like it." When she turned around, she saw the little girl from the Wang family who was also among the talent show. She smiled slightly and didn't care much.

Miss Wang restrained her emotions on her face: "I have met Mrs. Nie."

“No need to be polite.”

Mrs. Nie looked at the shopkeeper: "Put this skin—"
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