"It's okay, it's okay, what's wrong..."

Aunt Zhuang was happy. Seeing that the master had no external injuries, she felt that it was the magical effect of blood thicker than water: "That's good. Let me tell my wife about it and I will take you for a few more days." Deepen the relationship.

Xiang Cheng suddenly smiled and said, "...It's not very convenient. I have to be busy with business, let alone the noble status of the prince."

Aunt Zhuang was right to think about it, but it was hard for the emperor to explain it: "I think your highness likes to play with the master."

Xiang Cheng did not let go, and when Aunt Zhuang left, he still told him: "Don't forget what I told your wife!"

Aunt Zhuang almost laughed: "I know, Master." It seems that the master still suffered the loss of the prince, otherwise he would have felt sorry for his wife so much. However, the emperor was worried that it would be unnecessary. The emperor almost refused to let his wife not take His Highness. The lady really thought about it and watched His Highness crawl around in the dance room.

Moreover, it’s okay that the wife is an adult, but Aunt Jing is worried. The little princess likes to play with her. But her age is at her age, she likes to grab people and take pictures of her. Aunt Jing is afraid that the princess and the prince will be together for at least ten years.

Even the Ninth Princess, who had been clamoring to take the prince to the Ninth Prince's Mansion, now only dares to approach him when the Ninth Prince takes him.

Aunt Zhuang dipped the forehead of His Highness: "Who is the naughty ghost?"

“Geehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"You're a naughty guy."

...

Xiang Xinci was wearing regular clothes and walked in the square of the dyeing and weaving field. Rows of colorful brocades hung high floating in the hot sun according to the color number.

Xiang Xinci shuttled through a fast color-setting cloth, removing the color-setting difference and leaving the qualified ones behind.

Aunt Qin dispersed her master with distress: "Such a big sun..." Why do you have to come here at this time? Isn't it enough to come here in the morning to see him?

Xiang Xinci stopped in front of a dark blue color: "Where is the girl in Fen?"

"When I returned to my boss's house, Miao Manager went to the dock. Today, I have an important item."

"Tell her that this batch of colors will be re-matched and dyed."

"yes."

Xiang Xinci has been busy from morning until the sun shines on top of her head.

Aunt Qin quickly wiped the master's sweat: "Madam, tea."

Xiang Xinci suddenly said, "Let's go and listen to the song."

...

Xiang Xinci did not enter his own Quyuan and chose the Leyi workshop that he often went to when he was not married.

Due to fierce competition in the past two years, Leyifang has rarely released new songs, but they are still managed by their old boss, Aunt Qian. It is said that it caused the ace star girl who married the idle prince to be a concubine.

But no matter what, Xiang Xinci thinks the main reason is that the music here is good, the dancer is skilled, and Aunt Qian is kind-hearted and well-managed. The older musicians have never been expelled. Instead, they are able to perform the artistic conception in dance music, which is fresh and long-lasting every time.

The food was put up one by one, and the incense burner was replaced with a longer incense.

Xiang Xinci listened quietly, the song "Lishang" was twisted and turned, breaking one's heart, as if the blank look in the depressed city gate, and like the rapid sound of the city gate closing on the northern border...

For some reason, Xiang Xinci thought of the almost unimpressed King Anbei, and the "Sister-in-law" brought back from the northwest by his elder brother. Perhaps he was old, he could always think of some distant things because of a song, and dig out what she shouldn't remember now.

Good things came back to her old age. She could sit for a day alone and a song hall. Nothing was left except for memories and the only people around her...

A hint of confusion appeared in Xiang Xinci's heart...

But before he could spread or find a deeper return, the piano sound suddenly stopped in the low-profile place, and a quarrel sound came downstairs, and it disappeared quickly. However, "Lishang" did not continue, but changed to a new song.

Aunt Qin quickly glanced at her wife.

Xiang Xinci frowned slightly and rubbed her eyebrows. Her annoying song was interrupted, as if the world she built had collapsed.

Aunt Qin immediately said, "Madam, I will go and see it, and it will be restored to its original state soon."

A moment later, "Lishang" sounded again, but the style and artistic conception were completely wrong, and it was obviously a musician.

Xiang Xinci quickly looked at the door.

Aunt Qin happened to come in, looking helpless: "Back to Madam, the musician was pulled into the room by the eldest son of the Lin family... When the servant brought the person out, the girl was injured in her wrist and could not... play again..."

"Diet?"

Aunt Qin suddenly felt something was wrong: "No."

"As long as you are not dead, let her shoot me."

"Yes, yes..." Aunt Qin felt that her wife might be sick, and even if she didn't, she still had negative emotions.

Downstairs, the melodious tune of "Listen to the Sorrow" sounded, low and dull, the song was given endless separation. It was clumsy but also became perfect, and it became the mood that had just been interrupted.

Xiang Xinci slowly leaned on the back of the chair, her expression relaxed a little, and continued to remain silent in the sorrow that was so vast that it just now...

In the second floor, many people opened the windows and looked down with curiosity and boredom. They were confused and changed the song repeatedly, and finally changed back to the meaning of this song.

The interruption of the song and the riots are nothing. On such occasions, some people drink too much, lose their etiquette, or force people to go to the room to play and sing, which is not surprising, and no one even wants to take a look.

But like today, it is rare to keep talking about Qin Niang who was originally playing the piano several times. After all, Qin Niang who was taken away should have not finished playing a song for the person who just took her away.

So, what happened?

In the center of the round stage, the little girl, who was fiddling with sad tunes, had a red and swollen face. Her left hand was weak and she couldn't even press the strings. The clothes inside were even looser. But in order to go on stage, the nanny-like man hurriedly put on a coat for her and quickly pushed her up.

Does she want to cry? She doesn't want to do it anymore. Compared to being in that room... what is it like to play the piano here...

Aunt Qian glanced at the audience and sighed. Xiao Ya was the successor of Xingchui. She also valued her very much. She looked so smart. She didn't expect anyone to make excuses.

Even if Aunt Qian was unhappy, she would hurry up and comfort the eldest son of the Lin family who was drinking and smashing things. After all, Mr. Lin was "drinking" and even if they were clean in places like theirs, they could not stop these people from drinking and causing trouble.

There are also customers who just brought Xiao Ya out of Mr. Lin’s room. She also minded a little, and dared to recruit people from Mr. Lin’s room? You should know that Mr. Lin has a younger brother who works in Zhongguo Mansion.

"Aunt Qian, Aunt Qian, many customers are inquiring about what happened?"

"Tell them some trivial matters and solve them soon."

"Aunt Qian, the guest asked who would listen to this kind of "Lishang"."

"I don't know. Mr. Lin, have you been drinking so hard that you are still standing there and taking a towel." Aunt Qian stepped forward enthusiastically, and she didn't believe that the eldest son of the Lin family was shameless. Mr. Lin was not dead yet.
Chapter completed!