Mingxiluo slowly calmed down and let himself breathe. The depressed atmosphere in his dream seemed to be unable to grasp the driftwood when he drowned.

Ming Xiluo stood up, there was nothing to describe in detail about this dream. He had been used to it for a long time and could not even be considered a nightmare. Many times, he even thought this dream was good.

Especially not long ago, he moderately regulated his suppressed emotions. After all, he could watch her struggle in pain and things that could not happen in reality. So at that time, he felt that even if he had no meaning in choosing fish in the dry sea, he could still feel a little angry.

However, at this time, he did not need this dream, but it was understandable to do it. When looking at the negative example, if it really came to such a pain, it would be impossible to make a mistake now. It may have been his narrow-mindedness before. He took a step back at this time, after all, it was not a step forward. Maybe he would find that he could do much more than he expected.

"Your Majesty, the water is already well."

Ming Xiluo was in a good mood. He had just begun. When he walked to the end, he found the sorrow of uncontrollable life and death. He was now considered happy: "Passing all things into the palace." From today on, he would make a long-term plan.

...

"Why is he here?" Xiang Xinci just ate half a candy-boiled egg after finishing her morning class.

Aunt Qin thought to herself, what do you think? If you don’t provoke him, he can come here now: “The person is already in Xiang Xiaozhai, will the wife go there now?”

Xiang Xinci put down the remaining half of the candy egg, and he still had to go back and take a look when he went back, but so early? "Have he dispersed?"

Everyone is here, and they must have dispersed.

...

Xiang Xinci sat at the dining table, watching Mingxiluo open the porcelain jar he brought, skillfully serving the small wontons inside, and the wontons the size of ingots fell into the green bowl.

Chang'an immediately handed over a chubby jade porcelain spoon.

Xiang Xinci twitched the corner of her mouth, let alone, she looked pretty good.

Mingxiluo took out the last plate of pickles and sat down after confirming that there were no omissions: "Try it, what I made, you didn't say that the wontons I made were delicious, I specially made them for you."

Did she say that? Xiang Xinci couldn't remember: "What did you do?"

Ming Xiluo nodded. Of course, it was not difficult: "I have been warming up with fire. Now I'm just right to eat it. I'm counting the time you haven't used breakfast yet, so I specially sent it to you."

Xiang Xinci only remembered that he was a chef, not an exaggeration, but a real chef. His craftsmanship was excellent. As long as he was not busy, he would go to the yamen early to cook for the children. However, she hadn't eaten for a long time in her previous life or this life, and she forgot.

Xiang Xinci ate a chubby wonton with a chubby spoon, and suddenly felt the fragrance of his lips and teeth, and he lingered in a fresh way: "Yes, okay." He had the seven-seven-successful powers of his previous success.

Chaos is delicious, the soup is extremely delicious, and the pickles are also very delicious, at least in line with her meal standards.

Xiang Xinci had a hot breakfast shyly at the table full of Yu Panzhen.

Xiang Xinci only found out that he looked at her without moving her chopsticks: "Why don't you eat?"

"I've eaten." He came to feed her, and Mingxiluo immediately started to clean up.

"Let them do it."

Mingxiluo packed it up very naturally, and the remaining pickles were gathered on a plate, and each plate was classified and listed: "I'm fine, either." He rolled up his sleeves, dressed in ordinary clothes, and had skillful movements: "What do you want to eat at noon?"

Xiang Xinci looked at him with a natural question, as if he saw him who had been around home. No matter what position he held outside, as long as he returned home, he would look so ordinary. He would be confused about trivial matters and ask the children what they eat: "I just had my fill, ask me this, what misunderstandings do you have about those who are full."

Mingxiluo had already packed the table and smiled. He didn't care about his words, so he turned around and went out with the plate.

Seeing this, Xiang Xinci stood up and followed him.

Ming Xiluo was carrying his sleeves, washing dishes like a pool in the cold winter, and behind him... he stood with fear and fear, not knowing whether to move forward or retreat.

Aunt Qin was also a little embarrassed to see it. The emperor... what is the emperor doing...

Xiang Xinci was not unfamiliar with it. It was just his first time to come to Xiang Xiaozhai. There was no exclusive kitchen or water table here. In the past, at home... except for children and her, no one allowed outsiders to step into his kitchen. But she had never been to anyone who wanted to go to a smoky place, that was where the servants stayed.

"Why are you out? It's cold outside."

Aunt Qin put a cloak on her shoulder: "Your Majesty, you're not cold now."

Ming Xiluo had no choice but to: "You go and eat." It's okay to stand here.

Xiang Xinci didn't move. She was thinking about what she thought when she saw Mingxiluo doing these for the first time. It should be that as expected, even if she was born as the king and became the prime minister, she could not change her poverty.

Therefore, I was very ashamed and unwilling to look at him more. Later, I understood a little, and it was too late.

Xiang Xinci came back to her senses and suddenly found that Ming Xiluo was standing in front of her eyes, his forehead was lowered and pressed against her forehead: "No fever, why don't I tell you to respond? Are you uncomfortable? The wind and cold are not healing."

Xiang Xinci glared at him: "You scared me!" He spoke unreasonably.

Mingxiluo has a good temper: "You didn't respond, it's fine. Don't stand here anymore. The wind is strong. I'll go with you after I'm done."

Xiang Xinci found that the clothes he had been put on his arm had not been put down, and there were two small bowls on the water table. Has she used so many bowls for dinner? Not paying attention: "Aren't you busy?"

"It's almost sealed, not too busy."

"It shouldn't be about to seal it, so it's very busy."

“It’s really not too busy.”

You just want to go, Xiang Xinci tightly wrapped her cloak, and it is indeed a little cold: "I'm in." He turned around and walked towards the way he came.

Mingxiluo rubbed his hands and went to deal with the last two bowls.

Xiang Xinci walked to the end of the corridor and turned around. Looking at him who was putting the bowls back into the basket, he slowly turned back. The peace and quietness in his eyes had never been before. Perhaps there was once, when she wanted to turn back...

...

"Xiang Wu, Xiang Wu, you're fine yesterday." Zhao Shangshu Sanchao wanted to ask, but he was delayed by the people below. He has only taken time to come over now and looked at Xiang Cheng with concern.

Xiang Cheng was grateful to Shang Feng for his intentions, and Lord Zhao and the Xiang family had been intimate for many years: "My lord is fine. As the New Year approaches, the emperor wants to tell Princess Di'an to enter the palace to discuss some details with Mrs. Zhongguo."

"Oh, so that's it." Zhao Shangshu breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at Mrs. Zhongguo's expression that day, he thought something had happened. Speaking of which, Mrs. Zhongguo was only one child left, so it was inevitable that she was nervous.

"Well, it's already agreed."

"That's good, that's good. Princess Di'an is the only bloodline left by the late emperor." It's a pity for the second prince. Shangshu Zhao was afraid of touching Xiang Wu's sadness, so he didn't dare to say more, but having a daughter is better than having nothing left. Princess Di'an is also the daughter of Mrs. Zhongguo.
Chapter completed!