Ming Xiluo looked at Joule without saying a word when he heard this.

Joule suddenly felt difficulty breathing and was stiff in place, the emperor...

Ming Xiluo didn't care about a girl. His stay and departure was small. He didn't know that Xinci had been "impatient" recently. Some time ago, she went to the village to see that she was doing well: "How long has it been like this for Madam?"

Joule's expression became more and more respectful: "I have been back to the emperor for a while, but I have a little temper and have been treated by the imperial physician. The imperial physician said it might be a pregnancy reaction, and it was nothing serious, maybe it will be fine after a while..."

Ming Xiluo frowned, all of which were uncertain words: "Has happened to the wife in the village?"

"Back to the emperor, no."

Ming Xiluo looked at her. The maid and the maid had a question. It was easy to ask the truth when it came to Xinci's affairs, but it would not hide things that were not good for Xinci from him. He was very focused on Xinci: "Why did Miss Xiang leave suddenly after staying behind?"

Joule was a little nervous, not because she was afraid, but when her wife was away, she would become more and more nervous about the emperor: "Go back to the emperor, I don't know." Joule told me in detail what she knew that day.

"Okay, you go back and serve first." He naturally knew about the incident that day. He said that the child in the mansion suddenly became ill and rushed back. If the child was not sick, she wanted to say something to Xinci.

"Yes..." Joule hesitated a little. She wanted to know whether the emperor would leave or not. She could go back to work. Her wife had a very bad temper these two days. She said that the people below would not be able to perform the fight, and she was afraid that the emperor would not leave.

But...Joer dared not ask, let alone stay, unless she wanted to be beaten to death by the emperor first.

Chang'an looked at Joule's direction and bent down again to look forward to the emperor's direction.

Mingxiluo's voice was low: "I'll keep an eye on it, I'll see who can't help but move first."

"yes."

Mingxiluo did not leave, the girl's suggestion was just a suggestion, and he could still stop as an order.

However, Xin Ci'an's temper is indeed unrestrained, otherwise he would not give anyone any face, and even he would not dare to force himself. He did not know how this arrogant temperament was developed.

The water flows under the pavilion of the Water Pavilion Lotus Garden, golden, bright red carp jumps out of the water and quickly drills into the water. The green lotus leaves are spread into small boats, and various flower buds are formed on the boats.

Inside the octagonal on the water surface, Ming Xiluo sat cross-legged down.

Chang'an immediately brought a basin of spices.

Mingxiluo washed his hands.

In the sun, the xylophone, which seemed to be integrated with the water and golden waves, was lying quietly on the table with all its beauty.

Ming Xiluo wiped his palms clean, his fingers fell on the xylophone, and a song "Andaoqu" flowed out like water.

When I was young, my piano skills were just my piano skills. Although I had not reached the peak, I was also skillful in my skills and could be regarded as a master.

But in the end, it is not a young man or lady who can express her sorrow when she is idle, but she is a thousand miles apart from Xiang Xinci who is fantasizing about it.

But Mingxiluo popped up another artistic conception, the vastness and indifference in the realm, vastness and freedom, telling it gently, not happy with things or sadness with oneself, strolling in the garden, tolerating everything, sorrow, difficulty, setbacks, light, in the future, every frame slowly spreads out, never anxious or indulging in, look down, cherish any emotion given by heaven and earth...

The water pavilion is not far from Xinci's courtyard. If Xinci doesn't want to listen, it can just close the window and isolate the sound.

When Aunt Qin heard the sound of the Qin, her heart stumbled. The emperor hasn't left yet?

Even Joule dared not show her face, and the emperor could not listen to her. No one in the world could dare to do anything under the kingdom.

Aunt Qin frowned, carefully shaking the folding fan, observing the wife's expression.

Xiang Xinci was lying on the rocking chair, shaking one of them. The maroon red wooden rocking chair was parked among the green willows without any inferiority, and there was no sound when it swayed.

Aunt Qin breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that her wife did not throw the round fan in her hand.

The clear sound of the piano came slowly through the courtyard wall. After a while, Xiang Xinci slowly spoke: "He hasn't left yet."

Aunt Qin looked at Joule, who was protruding her head at the end of the corridor, glared at her, and said, "Go back to Madam, the emperor is worried about Madam, I guess he is not willing to leave."

Aunt Qin waited for a while, and saw that the wife did not speak, she shook the fan even more attentively.

The end of one song is another. The style of the song is stable and peaceful, without telling the righteousness or glory, walking slowly, like a boat carrying a boat, flowing gently, and the winding paths are secluded.

"He is patient."

Aunt Qin hurriedly said, "The emperor is always so considerate about his wife."

Xiang Xinci sighed: "Okay, let him come over. Every song is not a singer, and he is not afraid of getting rid of his fingers and can't catch the jade pen."

Aunt Qin smiled: "Yes, the lady is kind-hearted."

Xiang Xinci used a little force, and the rocking chair shaking a little more: "Some people don't think so."

"That's because they have a misunderstanding of their wife, and they will understand it after a long time." He hurriedly waved Joule to call someone.

Joule's eyes were delighted and turned around and ran away.

It's ten days late.

Xiang Xinci washed and dried her long hair and saw that Mingxiluo was applying something under the lamp.

Xiang Xinci snorted coldly: "Now I know it hurts." The man was already sitting on the bed.

Aunt Qin held the wife's legs up, covered the empress with a thin blanket, pretending to be deaf and dumb.

"It doesn't hurt, it's a bit inconvenient when placing the brochure. It would be better to wrap it with a layer of deer skin."

"The emperor has not been a good man for a few years, but his hands are precious first."

Aunt Qin lie down with her wife's head and put the empress's long hair next to the pillow.

Mingxiluo wrapped his fingertips, walked over in his underwear, and sat down at the edge of the bed: "What you said makes sense. I had no problem playing a few songs before."

"It's useless."

Aunt Qin put the ice basin under the window and turned off the lights in the house.

Ming Xiluo was lying next to Xiang Xinci, with a quiet bathing fragrance lingering on his nose, peaceful and peaceful, the candlelight outside the house faintly shining in, and the tent stroked by the golden thread in the bed was like stars.

Mingxiluo couldn't help but stretch his hand through the middle, penetrated into her clothes, and covered her soft belly.

Xiang Xinci closed his eyes and took his hand away: "It's scratching me..." What's stuck on his hand?

Mingxiluo looked at his hands and felt it on his abdomen again. The deer skin he specially chose was not a slap?

Mingxiluo suddenly turned over and turned: "Doesn't you dislike..."

Xiang Xinci disdained and said, "What's wrong with dislike you? Next..."

Xiang Xinci didn't think about it at first, but in a short while, under the excessively gentle moonlight, she shyly turned the quiet night...
Chapter completed!