"Zhewen! How do you talk to your mother!"

Mo Yunyi lowered his head, he just told the truth.

Mrs. Mo took a deep breath and said gently: "Forget it, he didn't mean it, let alone who can have such luck and be satisfied in the end? Let's talk about this example. If he can't tell me what else can he say, after all, most of them end up in a miserable end and will never be restored."

"It's your mother who is too obedient to you that she spoils you like this! You are obviously doing things fairly and selflessly. How much you have paid for this? Why do you have to criticize you in terms of personal morality? I remember when you were a child, I asked you what you wanted to do when you grew up? You said 'The country is prosperous and the people are safe, and you don't care about the future'. Now you are on this road. Are you going to see that because of some small personal matters, it's not enough to make a mistake?'

Mrs. Mo sighed and wiped her tears silently, as if she felt a lot of heartache, but she didn't say it.

It’s not that Mo Yunyi doesn’t understand what his parents mean, and it’s not his original wish to make them embarrassed. It’s just… “Let your son think about it for another two days.”

Duke Mo was going to scold him.

Mrs. Mo hurriedly stopped him and spoke first: "Okay, I believe in you, two days will be two days."

...

The Ministry of Revenue is under the yamen.

Shandian reported Mo Yunyi's movements that he had found out in recent days to the adults, including discussing marriage with the Liu family.

Xiang Zhuyuan is not an accident.

"Since the late emperor went, Prince Mo would hand over a letter of worship to Zhongguo Mansion every once in a while, but Miss Seven has never met him. He happened to meet him in the restaurant that day. As for what the prince and Miss Seven said, my subordinates couldn't find out."

Qin Niang would not tell his people that Xiang Zhuyuan put down the desk clan in his hand, and his dark official robe made him look more and more like a mountain. He stood up and walked to the window, looking at the view outside the window with a quiet look. The ice on the window ridge dripped water downward, slowly and quiet.

Mo Yunyi...

Good deeds quietly wait for the prince's orders.

Xiang Zhuyuan was not anxious. Mo Yunyi, a man who paid the most attention to law and morality, was straight and rigid. Even if he had a weight in his heart, he would not ignore the etiquette and law for this: "What is Lin Wujing doing recently?"

"Sir, I'm in Xiang Xiao's house." The house that belongs to Miss Seven on the back street of the Duke of Lingguo Mansion is this name.

Xiang Zhuyuan's little finger pressed on his ring finger, looked out the window for a long time, and said, "Next time Mo Yunyi goes to Zhongguo Mansion again, let Lin Wujing come forward...and persuade him."

Good deeds doubt: "Which side is there to persuade?"

"Of course, I'm asking Xiao Qi to persuade him. Also, there is no Song Zining in Zhongguo Mansion. I heard that his skills in magic are good, and there is nothing wrong, so let them meet them."

"yes."

Xiang Zhuyuan pulled his gaze closer and saw the shallow pit of water dripping from the ice on the windowsill. He looked away without any sense. The results of ten or twenty years were not mentioned.

...

"I'm back." Xiang Xinci sat on the desk in front of the window and was scribing sand. He didn't look up when he heard the movement. The orange sunset fell between her hair, with a light orange color.

Xiang Zhuyuan looked at her and stood at the door of the study, letting the housekeeper Zheng take a broad suit, and his voice lowered: "How long has she been painting?"

Butler Zheng looked at Miss Seven and responded with a smile: "It's been an hour." The prince has become more and more energetic recently and is easy to serve. It's nothing wrong with being like this all the time.

Xiang Zhuyuan tied his wristband at night, walked over, stood behind her, reflected the same orange light as her, looking at the same painting that had not yet been finished.

Xiang Xinci carefully outlined the lines on the wooden doll, and held the ink-colored thin pen with plain white fingers, earnestly and focused.

Xiang Zhuyuan looked carefully, focused and uninterrupted.

Shanxing came in and saw the two people in front of the window, and retreated again: "Tell the master, the prince can't go over for dinner."

The servant who was passing the message was a little embarrassed: "Brother Shanxing, the prince hasn't gone to the backyard for dinner for a long time, and the old lady has asked..." They were also embarrassed.

The expression of good deeds seemed even more difficult: "The prince has been busy recently. When the prince is confused, I will ask if the prince can go to see the old lady."

"That's all."

Xiang Xinci painted for a long time, and it took her a long time until the afterglow was gone and the candlelight was burning halfway. She finished her last stroke and took a deep breath.

Xiang Zhuyuan's warm big hand immediately placed on her shoulders and turned it gently to relieve her long-term stiffness.

Xiang Xinci turned his head and smiled brightly, his smile was like the pomegranate flowers blooming in midsummer and burning eyes: "Is it cute for An An?"

Xiang Zhuyuan put another hand on her shoulder, gradually increasing the strength: "It looks good."

She also thought it was good-looking: "Brother, her fingers hurt too..."

"good……"

...

In the late night of the cold winter, everything is quiet. Even a century-old courtyard like the Duke's Mansion, except for the fish that remained motionless under the ice of the pond and the scattered green plants, they could only rely on rockery and carvings to enhance their color.

The candlelight in the corridor is still out, the dragons in the room are hot,

Inside the bed tent,

Xiang Zhuyuan noticed that she was asleep, then opened her eyes, turned her head slowly, looked at her in the dark for a while, and then took her hand away, got up and got out of bed, wrapped in exquisitely garments around his bulging muscles, and there was already sweat stains.

When Mr. Zheng heard the news, he hurriedly came in with the quilt in his arms. He lay on the couch beside him and he would take it away, so that the lady would not see anything strange.

Xiang Zhuyuan untied the dark blue belt and tied it for a moment: "Miss Seven is out today..."

Butler Zheng subconsciously wanted to look at the prince after hearing this, but in the end he didn't dare to look up. How did the prince know?: "Yes."

Xiang Zhuyuan was already sitting on the couch and took a sip of tea: "How long have you been out?" There was a hint of undetectable charm between her eyebrows. Although it was shallow, he read it right...

this:"……"

"What are you asking?" Xiang Zhuyuan looked at him, his tone was neither anxious nor slow, but with pressure.

"Come back...wei Shi."

Xiang Zhuyuan's eyes dissipated for a moment and then condensed again: "Go down."

Butler Zheng couldn't hear the emotions in the prince's words. It should be nothing, sooner or later: "Yes."

Xiang Zhuyuan lay alone on the couch, extinguishing the last candlelight without a trace of light in the room. He looked at the roof of Meng's mother who moved three times, and told himself that he could not be greedy anymore. It was already good, but his palm was still tightened little by little. Suddenly, his hand was placed under the pillow, and he took out a thin needle, which instantly pierced into his palm, endured and restrained the emotions in his heart.

...

"Why are you waking up so early? Don't sleep much longer." Xiang Zhuyuan came out of the back of the screen with a neat official robe, a broadband of jade brocade, a fourth-grade peony, and a gentleman as jade.

Xiang Xinci looked at him blankly, and the last trace of sleepiness was dispelled. Unconsciously, he remembered the saying again, the sun and the moon are long, and the mountains and rivers are safe.
Chapter completed!