Discomfort? "Yes."

...

"Is the prince sick? Is the strictness serious? Have you hired a doctor?" Xiang Xinjin was a little anxious: "Who is taking care of him? There is no one attentive in his yard. No, I will change my clothes. I will go to my wife's place and let the nanny take care of her for a while." Why did I get sick?

Xiang Xin was anxious and hurried toward her mother's courtyard. Halfway through, her pace suddenly slowed down and thoughtfully, Xuan Jian was sick? When I saw him yesterday, he was fine, why did he suddenly get sick today?

It was not that he was suddenly sick. It was because of the Zhongguo Mansion who sent someone to reply, "After the late emperor went, Mrs. Zhongguo thought too much and it was inconvenient to take the eldest lady over to live there." He was sick.

Xiang Xinjin hurriedly interrupted her thoughts again. How could she think so? What if Xuan Jian is really sick? The doubts are buried in her heart and they keep magnifying. Did she think too much? Wait until you know? His Riyiyuan study room was filled with fireworks every day!

"Miss, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, see the lady first."

...

When Xiang Xinci got up from her nap, she heard that her elder brother was sick. She subconsciously rushed for a moment and put on her shoes and was about to go to the Xiang family. After a moment, she calmed down: "Who was telling the words in the morning?"

Aunt Qin wore shoes for her wife: "Go back to her, it's someone next to the old lady." What's wrong?

Xiang Xinci's behavior slowed down, his voice was neither anxious nor slow, and he took the lazy person who had just woken up from a nap: "Go to Xiang Xiaozhai for two days." Ben didn't think he could escape. She had to listen to his nagging about things with Mingxiluo, but she might not be able to listen. He deserved it when he really got angry.

Aunt Qin also thought of something, sighed, what kind of lady’s temper, what kind of prince’s temperament, then...

Joule asked hesitantly: "Madam, do you have more clothes?"

"Bring it with you."

"yes."

...

Mr. Zheng took a look at Shanxing and stepped forward and said, "Aunt E, you see it's getting late. You don't need to serve here."

E Niang looked at the prince lovingly: "The prince is not in good health, and there must be no one around him. The old slave has nothing to do. It is not easy to take this job from the Marquis's hand. The housekeeper should not drive me away. The prince, don't dislike the old slave for being old and not working well."

Xiang Zhuyuan's voice was gentle: "Aunt E was joking, I'm very happy that you could come over, but my mother couldn't be without you."

"The eldest lady also hopes that the prince will get better as soon as possible. If it weren't for the eldest lady who couldn't take care of the people, come here in person. The prince will take medicine first." When she came, the eldest lady specifically told her not to leave the prince. Although she didn't know why, looking at the eldest lady's worry, there might be something wrong. This is not a big deal. She had come to take care of the prince and would not leave. Both the eldest aunt and the eldest lady were worried about the prince. Many people were anxious about the prince's illness. The old lady went to chant the Buddha's name: "The prince is already cold."

Xiang Zhuyuan looked at the good deeds beside him calmly, and his compassion had already come.

Shanxing looked at Uncle Zheng again when he saw this. He did not walk around in the inner house and it was inappropriate to speak.

Butler Zheng immediately said: "Aunt E, I'll do this job. The prince should go to bed after taking medicine. You have stayed here for a whole morning, go down and rest for a while."

"No, this is where you go, and you're in a state of mind."

When Mr. Zheng heard this, he looked at the good deeds with pain. What should I do if this old aunt is too enthusiastic?

Shanxing thought about it and stepped out.

After a while, Shanqi came in in panic: "Criminal, sir, there is an emergency official service in the office of the yamen that needs to be handled by the yamen."

When Xiang Zhuyuan heard this, he put down all the medicine bowls he drank.

Aunt E was worried when she saw this: "Criminal, you are still sick, this..."

Xiang Zhuyuan had already walked out: "It doesn't matter, my aunt will have a rest."

Aunt E looked at the prince's back as he left and sighed. She couldn't rest at home even if she was sick. Alas.

...

Xiang Zhuyuan stepped into the study and saw her sitting in front of the desk who had not seen her for a long time, leisurely and relaxed. The desks originally placed on the desk were piled up in the inconspicuous corner behind, and were rolled up like dust.

Xiang Xinci raised her head, and the spring light outside the window fell on the corner of her eyes, sending silk to her charming words: "I'm back."

Xiang Zhuyuan was full of unhappiness when he heard this, and under this greeting, he turned into nothingness powerlessly.

Xiang Zhuyuan took a deep breath. He had not seen the accumulated displeasure these days, and he instantly sat on the farthest chair from her without venting his breath. He was unwilling to forgive her so simply.

Xiang Xinci put down the teapot and held his cheek to look at him. The habitual evil man complained first: "What did you ask my elder sister to go to my place? I feel that she is too happy and want to find some uncomfortable for her? I don't care. If you want her to go, as long as she can live, go."

"What's there that you can't live there?" Xiang Zhuyuan looked over.

Xiang Xinci listened to his tone and a lazy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "There is nothing that can't be lived." By the way, he looked at Lin Wujing, who had not arrived yet: "If you want her to go, go there, it's not too small for two rooms."

When Xiang Zhuyuan heard this, he felt upset: "That's what grandmother meant. Grandfather and the others discussed together. A common decision. If you have any objections, I will talk to my grandfather."

"Oh, grandfather meant."

"What about that?"

"No, otherwise."

Xiang Zhuyuan looked at her expression that was indifferent and suddenly said, "The emperor has been promoted to the position of fifth uncle, do you know?"

"Not a temporary generation?"

“Where did you know?”

Xiang Xinci looked at him with a faint look, Oh, what are you unhappy about when he was so angry?

Xiang Xinci pushed Wen Haocha in the direction of him, held the beautiful jaw with bare hands, looked at him with a pair of slightly raised eyebrows and eyes, and jokingly said, "Do you want to know?"

Don’t want to! “The spring scenery is just right in recent days. Do you want to stay for a few days? Go out for a walk.”

Xiang Xinci thoughtfully: "But brother is sick, I'm afraid you will get angry with me and don't want to stay."

Xiang Zhuyuan is simply-

Mr. Zheng hurriedly brought the milk cake in his hand: "Miss Seven, I miss Miss Seven. I know that Miss Seven is coming to the kitchen to prepare the milk cake that the lady loves. Miss Seven is about to try it out quickly. The kitchen is just made and it is still hot. The princess didn't even have the first bite. Miss Seven eats it first. Miss Seven, misses, you said it was a coincidence that Miss Seven will cure the prince's illness as soon as you come. Miss Seven will just stay for a few more days."

Xiang Xinci took a bite with a smile, sweet and soft, and couldn't help but glaring at Xiang Zhuyuan and said to Butler Zheng: "Okay."

Xiang Zhuyuan's straight back slowly leaned on the back of the chair when he heard this.
Chapter completed!