Lingxiu was half-lying on the imperial concubine's couch, feeling a little nervous.
He was especially nervous when he was alone in a room with the Crown Princess.
Leng Xiao lit the incense and sat in front of the piano, gently stroking the strings. The sound of the piano was like the tinkling of spring water. It sounded once and for all. Leng Xiao whispered along with the sound of the piano: "Close your eyes and pay all your attention." Focus on your breathing and listen to the voice. If I tell you to breathe in, you will breathe in. If I tell you to breathe out, you will breathe out."
Lingxiu closed his eyes and listened to her voice.
"Breathe out...breathe in."
"Breathe out...breathe in."
"breathe."
Leng Xiao's voice was soft, like spring breeze blowing over the ears, lingering incense, gradually condensing on Ling Xiu's face, following his breath and entering his heart.
The tinkling sound of the piano is like crying and complaining. The seemingly chaotic music has a strange tune of its own. This tune sounds weird, but to spiritual ears, it seems to be a story and a living person.
He started out as a spectator, but gradually blended in, as if he had become one of the people. He heard a voice other than the music of the piano, like the voice of the princess, telling him that he was going to serve as the Minister of War and deal with the King of Jin.
Nangong Yitian and the others were waiting outside. After about half an hour, the door finally opened.
The one who opened the door was Ling Xiu. His eyes were deep and firm. He stood in front of Nangong Yitian and bowed his hands. He said in a low voice: "Your Highness, I know what to do."
Nangong Yitian raised his eyebrows, oh? So magical?
Ape looked at him and felt something was different about him, "Lingxiu, do you still recognize me?"
Lingxiu smiled and said, "How could I not recognize you?"
Master Wei groaned, pointed at Lingxiu and shouted, "Are you laughing?"
The corners of Lingxiu's lips curled up slightly, "Master Wei, just smile, what's the fuss about?"
Master Wei's eyes widened, "I've been teaching you for a long time, but you still can't laugh. How can you laugh after listening to a few songs? The Crown Princess is really amazing."
Lingxiu smiled and said nothing, looking profound.
Looking at his smile, Nangong Yitian always felt a little disgusted. Although it was a good thing to smile, this smile was indescribably disgusting.
What a pretense of treachery.
Leng Xiao whispered in his ear: "Greasy."
Nangong Yitian groaned, it was greasy, as greasy as lard.
"Why is it so greasy?"
Leng Xiao said with a smile: "The quality of the crash course is such that there is no way to make it better, so let's leave it at that."
Nangong Yitian took her hand into the house and closed the door, "I don't want to see his smile."
Leng Xiao threw herself into his arms and sighed comfortably, "Ling Xiu has entered the military department. With him watching over you, you will be much less worried."
"There are some things that need to be done, but let's wait until you give birth. Now that I don't want to cause any complications, I'll let him run around for a few more days."
Nangong Yitian carried her to the bed, took off her shoes, squatted in front of her and gently rubbed her ankles. As she got older, her feet became a little swollen. When she went to bed at night, he would rub them for her. leg.
Leng Xiao lay down and enjoyed the man's service. This kind of service can only be enjoyed when pregnant. Naturally, she must make good use of it and not pity him.
"In a few days, Mrs. Min San should arrive in Beijing. I will accompany you back."
"Did she admit her identity?" Leng Xiao asked with half-squinted eyes.
"The Qinglong Guardian wrote a letter saying that she never admitted it. She only said that she wanted to go to Beijing to have a look. By the way, her old mother also came to Beijing with her."
That old mother should be the one who saved her.
Third aunt is a person who knows how to repay kindness.
"Although she doesn't admit it, she actually knows in her heart that her identity cannot deceive anyone."
Leng Xiao said: "That's right, but she thinks that as long as she doesn't admit it, the third uncle will not have a defiled wife. The defiled Lu Xiuying is already dead, and he has washed away her dirt with death, but she doesn't Dirty, dirty is the person who hurt her."
Nangong Yitian's eyes were cold, "The person who defiled her is already dead."
