I was so happy that I didn't have to stay in a place where Xiang Zhuyuan was happy. How unreasonable it was. Xiang Xinci looked at the beam of the carved dragon and phoenix, and sighed in her heart. She was really ignorant back then, and no wonder he wanted her to die without a place to bury her.

"Aunt Qin."

Aunt Qin immediately stepped forward.

Xiang Xinci held her hand and stood up. Although she looked like she was satisfied just now, she felt even more majestic and calm. Now she didn't have to torture Mingxiluo to balance her dark heart: "Tell him your little thoughts just now, and go to the front yard to receive the punishment."

Aunt Qin immediately knelt down and was frightened: "Yes."

Xiang Xinci shook her sleeves and walked towards the kitchen. She decided to go to the kitchen to see him and help him with a blow to make him happy.

Aunt Qin watched the Empress and Joule leave, soft on the ground, and had a vague guess in her heart. After so many years, it was only the prince who punished them. The lady was just in a bad mood and slapped them twice. It was very good because they were angry about what they did, but this was the first time that someone other than the prince personally punished them. Is it the emperor?

Aunt Qin stood up with the foot of the chair beside him. Lord Ming was indeed a good child. Aunt Qin breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it was not the prince, even if it was just someone who could replace the prince, it would be good.

The thin moonlight poured quietly on the eaves and gently brushed every inch of land. The night was already late, and the lake water snuggled under the moonlight and fell asleep sweetly. The owl on the branches took a nap and flew away quickly after waking up. The guards changed their posts, and the night was quiet.

The magnificent courtyard fell asleep, and the wind blew the heavy bed curtain through the windows, and the people inside did not realize it at all.

Mingxiluo was not sleeping soundly, and Ben's stretched brows frowned slightly.

In the dream, it seemed that today's events were happening again, and the conflict was more intense than today's. He didn't know why he rushed to the yard of Xinci, and the courtyard was not the current Zhongguo Mansion, nor was it her Weirui Courtyard. It was strange but also luxurious, so that he could clearly identify it in the scattered and crispy scenes.

The picture suddenly changed. Four or five mothers pressed their mother into the boiling pot. A little girl in a purple dress stood coldly next to her, unable to see her face clearly, but her clothes... made him feel that it was her.

Suddenly someone broke in. He walked quickly and approached. He was a man, inexplicably familiar... But he couldn't think of where this sense of familiarity came from. Mingxiluo in his dream had a split headache.

"Let her go!"

No matter how he shouted that no one listened to him, everyone here took it as a matter of course to ignore his existence.

Mingxiluo was very anxious. He felt that he could stop him. He was all the female relatives who could easily take away the people he wanted to take away, but he had not been communicating with her, but she didn't get in.

Suddenly he seemed annoyed, and his voice slightly raised, "She is your mother-in-law!"

Mother-in-law! What's going on breaking through the dream barrier? The picture suddenly becomes clear. The man is himself, and the woman is indeed her. Everyone in the yard knows it. Although the scenes are different, people are the same.

The dream continued clearly, the shaking scene stabilized, and every brick and tile on the ground could be seen clearly, and her appearance was clearer, younger and more arrogant.

And 'he' was begging her, and seemed to be inconvenient. She was afraid of making her unhappy, so she wanted to take her mother away: "I will not let her step into your yard in the future. For my sake, you will surround her this time."

"Twist her in!"

"She is your mother-in-law!"

"Mother-in-law? Your face? You have no mother yet, how can you be a mother?" Xiang Xinci, the younger one, pulled the divorce book from the tray next to him without hesitation and threw it on his face: "Now you have no face anymore. She trespassed my place to get my things, just steal it, throw her in for me!"

The picture suddenly changed.

The clear picture blurred again, but it was vaguely able to tell that it was a teahouse, and the speaker was very serious and a little apology.

"This time she is willful, and it's also her wrong. It's your right to do that. Don't just say that she is unfilial, even if you open your ancestral hall, let her kneel down, we have nothing to say..." The speaker was silent for a while and spoke again: "She has been spoiled since she was a child, not very sensible, and even disobedient. She has been much better since she got married, and it's all your credit. In the future, you will have to restrain her more and discipline her more so that she won't be so naughty."

"Pick her back in two days. Always live at home and make people talk about her right and wrong. And she is still young. Talking about her more and being stricter, she will listen and make you worry."

Mingxiluo felt a sense of responsibility surged in his heart. He hoped that she would be better and more sensible. She would not be slandered by others when walking outside, nor would she be domineering all day long. That was not her. She was obviously so good. She should be happy and carefree, be seen and envied by others, rather than being afraid of it.

Besides, the voice was right. She developed this kind of character when she was a child.

So everything will be fine, she will know what is right, what is wrong, what is cautious in doing, what is speaking and what is fairness and justice.

But for some reason, the dream went completely dark, and a vague figure was like a deep abyss hell, dragging her, asking her to die.

No!

no!

cannot!

Ming Xiluo suddenly woke up, almost swallowing his hatred and fear like a tide, which really made him suffocate and slowly left him. Except for the initial picture, he couldn't remember where this mourning came from.

Mincilo put his arm weakly on his forehead.

Xiang Xinci unconsciously turned over and rubbed into his arms.

Mingxiluo hugged her with a trembling consciousness and hugged her tightly. She just had a bit of indulgence in her personality. She was not bad. She also understood righteousness and knew how to give and pity. She had no evil, and she was not helpless, nor should she die...

"Well..." Xiang Xinci moved uncomfortable.

Mingxiluo softened his strength to hug her, and the next moment he felt even more irritable. He suddenly turned sideways and kissed her lips anxiously.

"Um……"

Xiang Xinci's arm was pressed on the soft pillow...

...

Before dawn, Mingxiluo had already stood up, frowned slightly, tied the belt on his clothes. The memory of the dream was unconscious, but that was not important. He had to deal with Ji's affairs, at least she could not be a matter.

Xiang Xinci gathered her clothes and stood up, leaned tiredly on the bed post, squinted her eyes, her long hair was scattered, and her charming spirit flowed like a delicate flower that drank full of rain and dew: "So early..."

The sorrow between Ming Xiluo's eyebrows suddenly dissipated, and he gently stepped forward: "Sleep for a while." He carefully put her back on the bed.

"Aren't you going to go on a morning court today..."

"Something is wrong." Mincilo covered the quilt, sat beside the bed, and patted her: "Go to sleep."
Chapter completed!