Xiang Xinci looked at the jade hairpin in front of him from low to high, from his hair to floating belt, his fingers unconsciously curled up, ready to move...

Xiang Zhuyuan had already stood up: "The morning court time is coming soon, you can sleep for a while."

Xiang Xinci nodded unconsciously.

Xiang Zhuyuan rubbed her head and left.

Xiang Xinci didn't move for a long time, and it took a long time to speak in a hoarse voice: "Aunt Qin."

Aunt Qin came in immediately: "Miss."

"Let Lin Wujing... wait for me in the small house..."

"yes."

...

With a slight whitening, Xiang Xinci pushed open the gate of the small house. Before Lin Wujing could speak, he pushed the person onto the screen wall and quickly untied his clothes.

Seeing this, Aunt Qin hurriedly took everyone back.

The sky slowly lit up. Joule looked at the screen wall that had not seen anyone come out, and was a little worried: "The weather is so cold..."

"Shut up."

She was just worried about the lady.

...

Xiang Xinci was still infected with wind and cold, and his symptoms showed up until the evening.

Xiang Xinci's eyes were wide open, her nose was red, and her eyes were filled with tears. She was pitiful and aggrieved, like a plum blossom hit by frost. I don't know if it should be more beautiful or sympathize with the delicate beauty.

Why did she get sick? Why did she get sick?

Xiang Xinci was so angry that she was reluctant to give in because of her annoying sneeze.

Manager Zheng was so anxious that he didn't dare to stop the tablets and let the kitchen boil ginger soup and Anshen soup. He gave three more doctors, boiled medicine soup, cold soup, and sugar water to coax it. He only hoped that which prescription would have a miraculous effect and instantly cured Miss Seven's cold: "I wish I was sick for you."

"Then you are sick, you are sick now--" The soft voice had no lethality, but instead made the person who heard it even more distressed and pitiful.

"Okay, okay, the servant is sick now. Miss Seven stop talking and protect your throat."

Aunt Qin was holding candied fruit in her hand and wanted to say that she was self-inflicted. In what season is now, there is still ice on the ground. Even if the ground dragon is burned in the yard, it cannot withstand the trouble of Miss Seven. It is just that she has good health and will suffer once she suffers a loss.

After Xiang Zhuyuan came back, Xiang Xinci seemed to be terminally ill, unable to hold his hands and shoulders, as if he was about to die, and humming and letting people serve him.

Xiang Zhuyuan took her from the exhausted servant, and fed her medicine without the patience of others, spreading her hair and pressing her acupoints.

Knowing that Xinci had taken medicine and Anshen Soup to sleep, Xiang Zhuyuan was free.

Butler Zheng suddenly realized that the prince had not changed clothes yet. The prince was wearing heavy official uniforms. It has been more than two hours since he went to the yamen.

Butler Zheng immediately stepped forward and wanted to change clothes for the prince.

Xiang Zhuyuan looked at the person who had fallen asleep on the bed: "No need." She was more sick and it was hard to take care of her, but it was fine: "I wasn't it okay when I left."

Butler Zheng suddenly.

"Let me ask you a second time."

Butler Zheng hurriedly told the story of Miss Seven's out for an hour in the morning.

"Let Lin Wujing go to their yard to kneel." Xiang Zhuyuan's expression did not change any time after he said that.

"……yes."

Xiang Zhuyuan was still sitting beside the bed, touching Xinci's forehead from time to time, confirming that she was not getting hot. After she had some heat on her wrist, she took off the thick quilt outside and covered it with only a thin quilt. The earth dragon burned strongly, covered it with too much, and would sweat. The next day she would easily feel uncomfortable in her throat. Now it's just right.

It was already midnight after Xiang Zhuyuan finished all this.

Xiang Zhuyuan Fang got up and went to wash his hands: "The man is still kneeling."

Butler Zheng handed over the towel: "Go back to the prince, kneel down."

Xiang Zhuyuan wiped his hands, and he didn't know which one was so angry that he was under his heart: "Go and take a look."

Ah? "Yes."

Butler Zheng lifted the curtain and saw Aunt Qin outside.

Xiang Zhuyuan looked at her with a cold look: "You can follow me too."

Aunt Qin's heart trembled, as if she had returned to the day when she was in the palace of Duke Ling Guo's Mansion, where the prince was a mountain that they would never be able to cross: "...yes..."

In Xiang Xiao’s house.

Lin Wujing knelt on the ground, and the cold air instantly penetrated into the bone crack, and he still knelt straight.

Butler Zheng respectfully led the way with a lantern.

Aunt Qin didn't say a word, and she felt uneasy.

The black official robe stopped beside Lin Wujing, covering the already thin moonlight tightly.

"See the prince."

Xiang Zhuyuan's expression remained the same, as if he was dealing with a normal business: "You know why you were kneeling."

Lin Wujing: "I know." The wife was so cold that she felt very guilty. At that time... how could he not know that it was wrong? But he was not a saint, and he did not stand her words. But no matter what, the wife was the master and they were servants, and they should persuade her.

"Since you know, you can think of a long memory and have opinions."

"No."

Xiang Zhuyuan did not look at her again and turned to Aunt Qin: "Qin Niang." His voice was not warm, nor was it gentler than usual.

Aunt Qin immediately knelt down: "Heaven, prince..."

"Get the Ten Rings Whip, Miss Seven cannot be left without a serving. Joule's Rings Whip will be hit ten days later."

"Yes, thank you for your kindness. I will definitely remember the lesson."

After Xiang Zhuyuan finished speaking, he didn't even look at them, and turned around and left.

Butler Zheng held the palace lantern and followed. When he turned around, Yu Guang glanced at them and sighed in his heart. How could he not know that Aunt Qin and the others' rings were whipped in vain. Whoever was full and could be overwhelmed and dared to advise Miss Seven to let the prince know. Before Miss Seven got angry, the prince could break their heads.

Alas, someone will definitely be punished, so that's it.

Aunt Qin breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the ground immediately. Someone came to help him. It was inevitable that he would be beaten: "Get up too."

Lin Wujing glanced at Aunt Qin.

"It's good to get up, just get used to it, and no one sees it. But don't just silly advise Miss Seven. It's nothing to offend the prince. At most, I'll be punished. If Miss Seven is unhappy, even if you are the prince of the late emperor, you may have skinned you."

Lin Wujing looked at Aunt Qin.

Aunt Qin has already stood up; "Is the prince unhappy in punishing you?"

"No." He also became kind and felt like he was a good person, but he seemed to understand why she had such a personality. Lin Wujing looked towards the direction of the Duke Ling's Mansion, and the dark buildings were so heavy that it looked huge and depressing.

With such a status, she is in a mansion with strict rules, but her elders are in charge of her in the morning and there are no slaves to advise her. Even if her concubine's son and daughter of the Lin family cannot be left undisciplined. A grandmother like Aunt Qin is even more in charge of the young lady. How could the concubine's life and death be ignored? She is not...

Lin Wujing withdrew his gaze and said goodbye to Aunt Qin and went to receive the thirty boards.

...

Xiang Zhang and his son came out of Ningliutang together and suddenly spoke: "Are you sick?"

Xiang Zhuyuan did not deny it.

"Be careful of your body."
Chapter completed!