Mingxiluo seemed to be poured with a bucket of snow in his head, but he wanted to move but didn't move. After waiting for a while, he looked at her without stopping, frowned and walked forward, and his voice softened reluctantly: "What are you doing, I haven't..."

Xiang Xinci instantly grabbed his arm and pulled him onto the dragon throne.

The eyes on the five-clawed golden dragon relief were staring at the two people on the dragon throne with great dignity.

Xiang Xinci looked at him with a smile like a successful kitten: "Aren't you just here?"

“Get out of here.”

"Did I exert force? You'll get up when you remember?" Xiang Xinci looked at him in confusion, as if he didn't understand what he meant.

Ming Xiluo couldn't help but turn blue when he heard this. He quickly got up. He could get away from her as far as he could, and he would never see her!

Xiang Xinci leaned against his chin and leaned back on the arm of the chair. His eyebrows were three-point clean and clear, no matter what he did, and he was cold and arrogant at this moment, and he was not allowed to discuss: "This is the matter of Di'an."

Mingxiloben didn't think anything. If she had a big fuss or just didn't listen, he could still go to Zhongguo Mansion to grab people, but this person is sitting here now, as if he had pinched his seven-inch butcher. No matter how he looked, it made people angry: "Princess Di'an seems to have nothing to do with Mrs. Zhongguo."

"Does Mingxiluo have to make such an ugly thing? You said you broke up, but you are still the one who can't get entangled now. What do you want?"

Mingxiluo suddenly turned to her and suddenly found her laces untied her collar, and she suddenly had a toothache: "What are you doing..."

Xiang Xinci was asked inexplicably: "No, of course it's hot."

"There is no stove burning in the imperial study room, why are you hot..." Ming Xiluo said, suddenly finding something wrong. He suddenly turned around. At some point, the mouths of the eight stoves that had been closed under the window were opened: "Chang'an! Chang'an!"

Chang'an hurried in, staring at him without looking sideways, and dared not look around.

Xiang Xinci casually placed his shirt on the dragon table, wearing only the red ridge inside, and leaning on the dragon throne waiting for his answer.

"Who will make a fire!"

"Slaves deserve to die, slaves deserve to die!"

"Get out!"

"Yes." Chang'an came in a hurry and then hurriedly retreated.

Ming Xiluo turned around again, and she sat quietly and quietly with her phoenix wings. The vicious relief behind her seemed soft and evil, and it was also beautiful. Here... it was unreasonable for her.

Xiang Xinci raised her eyes gently.

The sun, moon, and the celestial river, the devil and flying saint were suddenly frustrated. He was obsessed with this face that was fresh and lively at any time, but stubborn and unwilling to accept comfort.

"Why are you asking me if you have any idea?" Xiang Xinci's tone was not hard because she knew she would get out of her way.

Mingxiluo walked over and stood between her and the desk with his head down, without directly answering her questions.

Xiang Xinci looked at him without understanding?

After a while, Mingxiluo's voice was slightly dark and low: "I just wanted to ask you, isn't it hard to lean on?" The dragon chaise looked gorgeous, wide and majestic because it was made of dark materials, huge eyes, and mainly embodied. Every place where it could rely on was protruding, which seemed even more bulky and depressing. She had never liked it, as if there was not a soft pillow, but she didn't pick on it.

"Hard." Isn't it nonsense? She still wears so little: "But I just like the wind and cold, I don't want to sit up straight..." The voice subconsciously brought the woman's weakness and pitifulness.

Ming Xiluo looked at her and was it cold? She couldn't tell if she didn't say it. After all, she was very tender and tender. It was not easy to see from her face.

Mingxiluo subconsciously sat over, but was not very close, and sat on the other end of the chair.

Xiang Xinci looked at him like a curious kitten. He measured his actions with caution, confusion and curiosity, and then he lifted his arm from the arm of the chair carved with the dragon's tail, slowly leaned his body to the other side, put his head on his shoulder, and looked at him cleanly.

Mingxiluo did not move.

Xiang Xinci didn't move either.

A quiet atmosphere spread between the two, and the rising heat seemed to melt the tense atmosphere between the two, and the aroma of ambergris for thousands of years in the fantasy appeared faintly.

She smelled the familiar, addictive peace that belonged to him.

He felt that her breath was like substance that imprisoned him in a wrapped cocoon.

Maybe it was her initiative, maybe it was him, but it was no longer important. His hand was put on her waist; she climbed his neck.

He attempts to control the rhythm.

She pre-controls the initiative of the blooming of bright roses.

The aroma of ambergris surrounds the two of them, deepening the corruption of the infatuated love and beauty...

The memorial on the desk fell, and the snow-white fox fur was spread on the huge dragon table. Neither of them was anxious. The slender figure and the tall man leaned against the desk, and the ambergris slowly released in the space. They were shallow and meticulous, slowly rising, neither anxious nor arrogant, as if they had time to live forever, enjoying the quietness and leisure of the dust returning to the dust, the soil returning to the soil...

The afternoon sun quickly melted the ice under the corridor, and drops of water were like a brilliant galaxy, falling rapidly in a small pit filled with water, slowly overflowing out...

The snow-white fox fur covers the eyes of the five-clawed golden dragon lying on the dragon chaise, and the eyes of the five-clawed golden dragon in the middle of his life, and also covers the jade bricks that have just heated under the screen. Finally, they fall under the window ridge, and no one cares about it anymore...

Xiang Xinci's fingers tucked over her long hair that covered her vision, and casually pinned her behind her ears.

Mingxiluo stood up, breathed his nose against her ears, stretched out his hand, and his fingertips slid across the black hair that she had just taken care of.

Aunt Qin stood aside with a thin shirt, staring at her without looking sideways. It was getting late.

Xiang Xinci's fingers passed through the end of his hair, making him feel itchy by the heat of his breathing, and laughing lazyly and casually, so he didn't make a fuss.

“No lunch…”

Xiang Xinci stood up, her feet fell into the soft drag of blue fluff, and she handed over the golden tex-thin clothes that were as thin as a cicada wing and draped them on her body: "Don't you eat hungry? By the way, the birthmark looks very good." She entered the bathroom.

Mingxiluo withdrew his gaze and his expression suddenly became a little unnatural. To this day, he has not mentioned these things.

Mingxiluo stood up and took the clothes. The old wounds and distinct flesh on his body were instantly wrapped under the clothes.

Chang'an immediately wanted to go forward and tie the buttons, and then stepped back instantly. He was carefully serving the chores.

"Prepare lunch." Mincilo's voice was calm.

"……yes."

"It's lighter, she's just the right cold."

"yes."

...

On the carriage on the return trip.

Xiang Xinci was amused and laughed, and sat brightly in the carriage. Her newly-woven long dress with moonlight purple inlaid with fox-embellished peony embroidered with peony in the prosperous era made her look more noble, fair and pure.
Chapter completed!