He was determined to return to the palace and meet his brother again. Of course, he had a wish, but the price.

He thought for a while and said to the gag: "I hope to go back to the palace and be with my brother. At the cost of my...a meal?"

The gagner shook his head, and another line of words appeared on the gagner machine: The price and wish must be worth the same.

"Then, at the cost of love?"

The gagner shook his head again, and the gagner machine showed: The value is not enough, because you will be in danger of your life when you return to the palace.

At this time, Mr. Xiang didn't know love at all, and there was no one he liked. Seeing this, he was a little disgusted with the excessive demands of the glider machine, so he simply said: "Then it costs the lives of the people I like. Anyway, this kind of thing is impossible." As soon as he finished speaking, he threw the glider aside.

Unexpectedly, the gag did not fall on the ground, but was suspended in the air, emitting a shimmer, and nodded to Mr. Xiang.

Mr. Xiang was then scared. However, he was still a little happy, because if this thing was really capable, he could reunite with his brother. As for the price... "Anyway, I don't have anyone I like. What does it look like if I like someone? I'm probably very unhappy to read the stories in the book, so I'm not that stupid."

Mr. Xiang, who was only fifteen years old, jumped back to the music hall. The director accidentally saw Mr. Xiang's adventure because he had been following behind.

A faint worry is buried in the director's heart.

Mr. Xiang has been practicing the piano for two months after returning, and has been working hard and thinking hard, and his life is fulfilling. However, although every piano score he created himself is very beautiful and charming, it is always a bit worse.

Slowly, no matter what force it was, he guided him little by little and learned the technique of popping up real pictures. He was ecstatic, but when he played it to the curator, he realized that he did not have a good story background and no emotional clue that could touch others at once.

If you want to successfully enter the palace to be a musician, you must have a very vivid song.

He began to wait for people with concern to come every night.

One day, a woman with a total appearance was destroyed. When she heard Mr. Xiang's piano sound, she ran over and listened carefully, and kept crying. Mr. Xiang asked her why, but she felt some inspiration, but she felt imperfect. He gave some money to the poor girl and asked her to go home and live a good life.

I thought this matter had come to an end, but three years later, I met the sister of the poor woman. After listening to the two of them’s narratives from different angles, Mr. Xiang developed some inspiration. However, these were far from enough. He needed more and more touching knots.

As time went by and his love for Xiao Qiu increased, Mr. Xiang gradually took the price of things lightly.

Now that his brother is by his side, the woman he likes is also by his side. He really can't remember the hidden danger.

Perhaps it was because his brother was by his side, or perhaps because his love for Xiaoqiu became stronger, he should have forgotten the price. He gradually stopped talking coldly to Xiaoqiu like he used to be, and acted indifferent to him, but instead became more familiar with her, and liked to chat with her and joke.

On that day, Mr. Xiang and Xiaoqiu stood among the chrysanthemums. Xiaoqiu held the hoe in his hand and slapped the silk handkerchief that Mr. Xiang had eliminated, and fanned the wind.

"I've been working for a long time, it's so hot!"

"Did you grow these?" Mr. Xiang looked at this colorful sea of ​​flowers with peerless fragrance in surprise.

Xiaoqiu nodded shyly, pursed her lips, smiled, and said nothing. Her face was flushed, not sure if it was tired or the color of the sunset reflected on it.

"So you still have this ability! It makes me admire you~ If I get an official position in the palace in the future, I will definitely recommend you to plant flowers and grass for those empresses, so that you will be more glorious than being an ordinary maid."

After hearing this, Xiaoqiu began to think too much, and felt sad: Could it be that after you have been your wish to be a zither, you still want me to be your maid? You don’t plan to marry me as your wife? Then these days, what do you think of me and those kindness you have to do with me?

She didn't say the depression in her heart, but just pouted and stood blankly.

Mr. Xiang looked at her in confusion: "What's wrong with you? Why don't you talk anymore? Are you worried?"

Xiaoqiu shook his head and lowered his eyes: "I don't want to plant flowers in the palace. They may not cherish them just for those jealous ladies. It is better to plant flowers in the folk than to plant flowers. And..."

"what else?"

"Do you like me as a maid so much?"

"Ah?" Mr. Xiang didn't understand the hidden meaning in her words: I can plant flowers, and I can be a maid, but I hope to marry you and be your wife.

Mr. Xiang vaguely felt something in her words, but after thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of anything to give. He thought: Maybe I'm thinking too much, maybe Xiaoqiu is just a little inferior.

"Of course I don't like you as a maid, how tired it is~ I hope you can look at the birds in the sky, like flying petals in the sky, and go wherever you want."

Xiaoqiu showed a rare depressing look: "No, the bird is easily wet by the rain, and the whereabouts of the petals are not determined by themselves. Wherever the wind lets it go, it will go."

Mr. Xiang looked at her, and his deep and bright eyes stayed on her face for a long time.

Xiaoqiu looked at Mr. Xiang suspiciously and stroked his little hand on his cheek: "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

"Although there is some soil on your face, it is not easy to find. I think you are because you are cute."

"You mean, I'm good-looking?"

"No, you are not very good-looking, but your cuteness makes you exude..."

"What? What is it emitting?" Xiaoqiu was filled with joy, thinking that Mr. Xiang would say that he was as elegant as a chrysanthemum.

However, Mr. Xiang said, "As tenacious temperament as the grass on the ground."

"I hate it!" Xiao Qiu's gentle little pink fist hit him like cotton again.

"You are so weak, and this fist seems to be not hit."

"Nonsense! I'm..."

"What is it?"

"I just didn't hit it. When the fist just came out, I pretended to be forceful. When it landed on you, I took back that force again."

Mr. Xiang's eyes were even gentler as water, reflecting the chrysanthemums on the ground, very romantic and charming.

He slowly opened his mouth: "Xiaoqiu, when I have money, I will definitely let you eat stinky tofu every day! Do you like it?"

Xiaoqiu gave him a blank look: "Let's just say whether the food you selected is my choice. Just say that the monthly wage you deducted from me is enough for me to buy a bunch of stinky tofu every day."

"I know you like to eat, and I have seen it several times. You are lying outside the curtains and drooling. From now on, I must let you eat the best stinky tofu that the royal family can afford!"

"Royal? Where do you get the royal stinky tofu? Be careful of being caught!"

"Hehe, I have a way anyway." Mr. Xiang's expression was full of smugness, and the eyes that had been glancing at Xiaoqiu were so sweet that sugar water could seep out.

Xiaoqiu lowered her head shyly again: "You are so nice to me."

"Of course!"

"Wait, are you confessing to me?" Xiao Qiu suddenly realized something, opened his eyes wide, with a lot of expectations in his tone, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Xiang immediately turned his head and no longer paid attention to Xiaoqiu. Instead, he walked towards the beautiful sunset, while saying to himself: "It's time to have supper~ I don't know what delicious food my servant cooked today~ I told him yesterday that I wanted to eat mushrooms, but in fact I just wanted to eat ordinary mushrooms today. I wonder if he would cook the abalone mushrooms that I planned to keep for the holidays! In this place, abalone mushrooms are quite expensive, more expensive than millennium ginseng! He shouldn't be so stupid, after all, it's not Xiaoqiu~"

Xiaoqiu made a big grimace at Mr. Xiang’s back: “I hate it, I hate it!”

In the dark, there were eyes observing the couple, seeing all their recent quarrels, joys, sorrows, and flirting.

The man in the dark shadow took a detour and came to Mr. Xiang next to Xiaoqiu, and pulled him into the room.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Mr. Xiang saw the man's face clearly and complained, "I was scared."

Yingjie stared at him straight: "Tell me the truth, have you really gotten into Xiaoqiu?"

Mr. Xiang casually said, "Of course, didn't you know it long ago?"

"But that woman acts rudely and does not speak etiquette."

"She was born and raised among the people, so she naturally didn't know etiquette. Instead, she was naturally straightforward and won my heart."

"But, do you know her?"

"What are you referring to~"

"Everything about her, especially her family background, her connections."

"This... I only know that she is lonely and has no place to go except Xiaoxiang Music Hall."

"That's not good! If she really follows you, all your secrets and all our royal secrets will flow into her eyes. If she colludes with some people with ulterior motives or is used by them, everyone will suffer!"

Mr. Xiang explained anxiously: "Brother, Xiaoqiu is not that kind of person. Although she is stupid and stupid, she is upright, decent and simple in her mind."

Ying Jie looked at his younger brother calmly, with his eyes as if he was casting a spell, even if he was for his younger brother's good: "You must know that many bad things are not something that honest people cannot do! You are eighteen years old, and many principles should be understood! Those who do good things are not necessarily upright people, and those who do bad things are not necessarily people with ulterior motives. The world is complicated, and the matters of the royal family are even more complicated. It is precisely because Xiao Qiu is too simple that he is most likely to become us and become your hidden danger."

Seeing his brother's determination, Mr. Xiang tactfully stopped talking, stopped talking, and stopped arguing with Yingjie. He gasped, frowned, and thought quietly: It turned out that my brother did not agree with the matter between me and Xiaoqiu. My brother suspected that Xiaoqiu would bring hidden dangers to the royal family. Now my brother is very important, and Xiaoqiu is not an unimportant person. What should I do?

He felt depressed and wanted to go back to the bedroom to rest for a while before eating.

Ying Jie felt a little comforted when he was a little moved. He planned to go out, but unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the door, he saw Xiaoqiu standing outside the door, with tears in his eyes.

"Xiaoqiu..."

"Brother Ying." Xiaoqiu's voice was full of disappointment, "Is it that I can't be with Mr. Xiang?"

"You heard this...you're all?"

"almost."

"well."
Chapter completed!