Xiang Xinci looked at him. He had a faint bloodshot at the moment, his jade crown and brocade robe, and he was in good spirits. It seemed that as long as he appeared, both Liang Gongxu and Xiang Zhuyuan would make a big fuss.

Isn’t it just a ‘cook’, what’s wrong? If you agree to not take it seriously, you can’t be indifferent. Who is free to suffer every day?

Ming Xiluo looked at her 'condescendingly', took the warm towel that Aunt Qin wrung out to wipe her face: "What are you looking at?"

Xiang Xinci hooked his fingers on his belt: "Of course it's up to you - um - look."

Mingxiluo took her over and rubbed her fingers one by one, and just listened to those words casually: "Drink, the temperature is just right."

"Thank you, Lord Long," Xiang Xinci's appetite was OK. Half a slice of lemon floated on the clear chicken soup, and a few crisp green onions looked even more delicious. They were all skills handed down from the imperial kitchen and would not make pregnant women feel nauseous. It was just: "Hey, I'm so tired. I'm not going to eat, but I still have to eat it for him. My father has never enjoyed the power of not being hungry and looking at his face. I'm so hard..." He leaned against Mingxiluo's abdomen and rubbed it again and again.

Mingxiluo couldn't smile bitterly: "Yes, thank you for your hard work, the hardest, drink it, don't get cold."

"Well... I'm still obedient and obedient..." Xiang Xinci took a sip of chicken soup, his eyes lit up, um: "It's delicious."

"I specially learned it from the master." Ming Xiluo reached out and straightened the hairpin on her head, leaned against the dining table and looked at her with a gentle look.

"It's really wrong, don't move around." His voice was so cute and soft, without any edges.

Mingxiluo remembered what happened yesterday and sighed silently. He wanted to give her the title and title he gave, but he could not be open and upright.

But he had decided that there would not be anyone in the position of the prince's biological mother. He would give her the title of "Queen" step by step from "talented person" and the queen who is with his posthumous title in the future.

Ming Xiluo's palm brushed across her hair, his eyes were a little distracted, and the palm that was carefully served for a while was not wrapped around a hair: "What do you think of the Imperial Doctor?"

Xiang Xinci slutted away Ming Xiluo's hand, which made her drink the soup: "Is the imperial doctor not telling you."

"I want to hear you say it again." I haven't seen her for a few days, and it's like listening to her talk more.

Xiang Xinci glanced at him, saying, "What's wrong with it? A small bowl as big as a palm could not serve two mouthfuls of soup. Xiang Xinci handed him the bowl: "The imperial doctor said that your son and daughter are very good, and you are very lively. Your wife and I are almost withering." After that, he pressed on his strong belly.

"Talking nonsense." Mingxiluo gave her another night and sprinkled a little green onion: "Okay, when the child is born, let him apologize for you."

Xiang Xinci didn't answer, and took a sip of her hand: "I don't care."

"I don't want it?" Mingxiluo stroked her head with one hand: "Tell me something to you."

"Say." The sour, fresh and delicious chicken soup made the whole body warm and comfortable. Xiang Xinci surrounded his waist and felt a little missed by him.

Ming Xiluo's expression became more and more gentle. He finished feeding the chicken soup in his hand bit by bit before speaking: "After a while, the Ninth Princess will be crowned as the Queen Mother, and the Ninth Prince will also have a title."

Xiang Xinci was not interested and still leaned on him lazily. The new emperor came to power, and it was common sense to reward his mother. The chicken soup was stewed with delicious food.

Ming Xiluo knew that she didn't listen to it, but she was afraid that the two would have a conflict. The Ninth Prince was not the one who could tolerate the Ninth Princess being angry. He hadn't gotten what the princess wanted from him these days, and the Ninth Prince might not have no temper.

Ming Xiluo hugged her and spoke in a vague way: "The Ninth Princess is a good person. Sometimes, although she looks a little harsh, she is kind by nature. As long as she gets along with each other... she has a little distance. I believe the Queen Mother is a good person to get along with, what do you think."

Xiang Xinci felt that something seemed wrong with this. What does the empress dowager have to do with her? She is not in the palace.

Xiang Xinci let go of his hand holding him and couldn't help looking at him?

Minxilo couldn't help but want to pull her back.

Xiang Xinci did not let him succeed.

Mingxiluo hurriedly served half a bowl of soup: "Drink it."

Xiang Xinci put down the bowl, but she didn't drink anything: "What does 'I'm saying'?"

Aunt Qin's heart trembled, so what are you doing?

Xiang Xinci snorted coldly: "Are you afraid that I will bully her, or will you make your Emperor Ming have stains? Why are you not good at being a human being?"

Ming Xiluo hurriedly put down the bowl: "I don't mean that, why do you think so? The Queen Mother is of high quality? I'm afraid that if you meet him on some occasion in the future, you will suffer a loss." The Ninth Princess would not be serious with a junior. In addition to the past, the Ninth Princess would not be serious with her, but she was not afraid of ten thousand, but she was afraid of something.

Xiang Xinci glanced at him and thought of her as someone: "Go out, go out, I feel upset when I see you."

"Since kind..." The ninth princess was not above Mrs. Zhongguo, but the queen mother was there, and he was afraid that she would suffer a secret loss, although it was unlikely that Liang Gongxu would leave an imperial guard to prevent her from suffering. If she used it, Mingxiluo felt awkward: "Okay, it's not good for me."

"No, you go out and wake up and come back."

"Heart……"

Seeing this, Aunt Qin said kindly: "Your Majesty, Chang'an has been looking here just now. Is something wrong? Why don't you go and see it? I'm serving you here."

Ming Xiluo glanced at Aunt Qin.

Aunt Qin smiled.

Mingxiluo just glanced at Xinci, and was helpless: "I can't speak, so I'll go and see it first." Naturally, he wouldn't leave for this matter, but Aunt Qin spoke obviously reminded him not to say anything. In taking care of Xinci's emotions, Mingxiluo believed her.

Aunt Qin took a step forward, and looked like the remaining chicken soup, and smiled and said, "This chicken soup is enough."

"You drink it."

"Madam, you are really angry with the emperor for this little thing. It depends on how scared the emperor. The emperor can't speak, and the lady is magnanimous and doesn't care about the emperor."

Xiang Xinci was not very angry, but just felt a little upset and could not see anyone, so his emotions naturally faded. He was useless to deal with him: "What do I do with him in common?"

"Yes, yes, madam."

"Let him leave for a month, so as not to get upset when he sees it." Xiang Xinci stood up.

Aunt Qin immediately followed and sighed in her heart. It was a trivial matter, but I don’t know if I have a body or the reason for quarrel with the prince recently. My wife has a little temper recently and can’t help but listen to the words: “Yes.”

Aunt Qin was helpless, and the emperor did not imply that their wives would have conflicts with others. Their wives were so kind, soft-hearted, kind, and blamed the emperor for not being able to speak.

In the garden.

After hearing Chang'an's words, Mingxiluo looked as usual. He had not paid much attention to the female relatives of the Xiang family. He turned around and saw Joule coming: "Jule?"
Chapter completed!