"Miss Twelve..."

"Let's go." So, the woman is full of expectations for the marriage and has unrealistic wishes, and naturally adds it to a man.

Xiang Xinmin turned around and remembered what his sister told him, "There is nothing to look forward to in a marriage, it's just a good match. Of course, he can't beat you in the family. You can be more free, but remember that the relationship between husband and wife means that you are more courteous to your husband, and your husband respects and humility to you, and you can kill him if you lose one point."

Xiang Xinmin couldn't help laughing.

"Miss...why are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing." The mother's obscure words about using the means of controlling the concubine and winning over the man seemed to be a waste of time.

She is the second lady of the fifth wife of the Xiang family, her sister is the wife of Zhongguo, her father is the acting minister of the Ministry of Justice, and her grandfather is the Duke of Ling Guo. All she needs to do is not to be arrogant and just point fingers at her husband's family. It is impossible to win over anyone.

This is what my elder sister has always done. No matter whether anyone is happy or not, she can be happy.

Xiang Xinmin's back straightened three points, with a lonely and calm expression, and she was still not afraid of ghosts and gods when walking in the dark night.

...

Xiang Xinci had just gotten up, and her long hair was casually held, and the heat waves came through the barrier formed by curling.

Xiang Xinci was wearing thin clothes and her belly was already obvious.

Aunt Qin handed over the letter.

Xiang Xinci sat at the dining table, took a look and then put it down, and picked up the jade spoon: "He has gone to the morning."

Lin Wujing sat down and moved a few light side dishes to her: "Yes."

"So early."

Lin Wujing didn't look at the sun outside because it had risen to the center, and it was his lunch time.

"Have you been busy outside recently? You go out early and come back late?"

Lin Wujing served himself a bowl of soup, and the emperor didn't need anyone to serve him. Naturally, he had to do it himself: "It's all ordinary things, you can go or not. If you have nothing to do at home, I'll go and see it." Lin Wujing looked at her. His wife was in a low mood recently and couldn't even make anything to do. Song Shaoning performed the martial arts of Class 18 but didn't smile at her.

Xiang Xinci looked at the soup in the bowl: "How is my dad doing recently?"

"Why did Madam ask this?"

"Twelve letters said that my father seemed to be feeling uncomfortable, but he did not ask for a doctor."

Lin Wujing: "The fifth master went to the old teahouse last night, where Madam Chun."

Xiang Xinci nodded, understood, remembered the past.

Xiang Xinci suddenly put down the spoon: "How about you tell me I'll live with my mother for a while?" He suddenly missed her a little.

Lin Wujing almost bit off the chopsticks in his hand.

Xiang Xinci glanced at him: "Outstanding."

"It's not as good as the wife of the world." As for whether to live or not, no one can stop him: "It's good if the wife likes it."

Xiang Xinci sighed, and did not say he would go, nor did he say he would not go: "This plate of glutinous rice cake is delicious, please try it."

"Hey me?"

Xiang Xinci looked at him, looked at him for a while, and hooked up: "Come here..."

...

"No competition, no competition." Mrs. Lin followed her son as soon as she entered the door: "Mom thinks you should get married quickly. Getting married is a big deal. You should also pay more attention when you are on duty on weekdays. Don't make mistakes and understand." The more Mrs. Lin thinks, the more worried she is, and she is frightened.

Mrs. Zhongguo was obviously excluding dissidents. No one outside knew that, but she knew that the Hao family was killed by her son... that is, Mrs. Zhongguo was killed in advance because of what Mrs. Hao told her.

In other words, Mrs. Zhongguo may have a problem with her personal style. What a big deal... How could she not be afraid, but she dare not say such fear.

Especially now looking at her son, and thinking about Mrs. Zhongguo in her early years, Mrs. Lin was frightened. Why didn't she expect that if Mrs. Zhongguo asked that Lin Wujing would escape, then Mrs. Zhongguo would have a demonic face, even the ones like the Emperor were in her hands.

Lin Wujing frowned slightly and suddenly stopped.

Mrs. Lin almost hit her son's back?

Lin Wujing turned around: "Mom."

"Um?"

Lin Wujing asked the maid around his mother to go down and said, "Learn to keep what you want to keep in mind, why follow the Hao family's footsteps... Is it..."

Mrs. Lin's face turned pale.

...

Xiang Xinci was a little bitter and couldn't get excited. She wanted to go to a place with green fireworks and willows, but her appearance was not amazing enough.

On weekdays, the large school and hunting grounds in the suburbs have been closed since Mingxiluo came to power. Now there is no private place to dare to commit crimes against the wind. Xiang Xinci felt that for the first time that the wise ruler had lost a lot of fun on the stage, and there was not even a place to go.

Aunt Qin carefully protected her wife. There were many people outside, and the wife was pregnant. Even with her guard, she was not relieved.

Xiang Xinci was wearing a veil and a long red dress, walking bored on the street. Her father was not in any way physically. These days, he went to the yamen normally, but when he looked at him, he wanted to say something but stopped. However, he didn't say anything, and she pretended not to know: "I'm tired of walking on this street several times."

Aunt Qin laughed with her.

As for watching operas and listening to music, it was very boring: "The Liangducheng Jiaofangsi has nothing new, such as the down-and-out scholars, the masters of piano skills, and the sons of the criminal ministers, there are not many peerless people."

Aunt Qin's back felt cold and she didn't want to recall where the wife came from just now. But in order to prevent Xiaoqi from going there next time, she said carefully: "The honest and true son of aristocratic family committed suicide when he was in the Jiaofangsi." But don't go, even if you really see what you like, it is very likely that you and the emperor's enemy, because most of the time you ordered to be exiled.

Xiang Xinci suddenly stopped and looked at a pair of father and son selling pancakes not far away. His father was wearing short shirts, constantly wiping the sweat on his head, and vigorously greeted the guests who were coming and seeing him. The child squatted by the stove and played with dirty faces.

My father used his feet several times to let him leave the stove.

The child did not leave. He shoveled a shovel of thick carbon into the stove and pulled it a few times, with sweat and coal stains on his face, making him look even more unrecognizable.

Aunt Qin followed the lady's gaze and breathed a sigh of relief. She was not the young master who "selled her body to bury her father". If she got it back, Commander Lin and the Emperor could stew her.

Xiang Xinci tilted her head and looked at him. If... she followed her mother since she was a child, would she have grown up like this?

Xiang Xinci suddenly withdrew his gaze: "Where is the old lady?"

Aunt Qin hurriedly said, "The old lady lives three streets away, but the old lady did not come out to set up a stall today. The old lady was not sick, she just had a day off."

Is that true: "Go and have a look."

...

Xiang Xinci only brought one person to - Aunt Zhuang.
Chapter completed!