The Beloved Imperial Consort

Chapter 168

"Master Yao, you are here at a good time. Your highness just told me to invite someone." Tian Fushan's face is relieved and Mu Xiyao is amused. This guy treats her like a magic star and never walks around her unless it's necessary. The chief manager of culture is not as good as the commander of Wei. Just a few times to give him trouble, on the heart creeping, walk around the road.

"That's very kind of you. I'm just going in like this? Don't you have to be a big deal

Tian Fushan was about to leave, and was teased by Mu Xiyao. He complained bitterly, "master, you are free and at will." When was the Yao master's son coming into the house after being informed by people, this one always rushed in and reported to his family, and went there for a stop, which means that she had arrived.

Mu Xiyao let him quit with a smile and went into the room by himself, leaving mother Zhao and Mulan waiting outside.

Shi Shi ran turned to insert the screen, inside the people did not see, only feel a black in front of her, was waiting for her for a long time Zong Zhenglin in the arms.

"Take away your damn feather fan." Zong Zhenglin's handsome face is magnified in front of Mu Xiyao, and the fire light is faintly visible in the Phoenix eyes.

"Didn't your highness send my concubine back for fun?" Mu Xiyao pouts, unwilling to put the feather fan on the Babao Pavilion. She is wronged and looks at Zong Zhenglin. Her eyes are magnificent and charming.

Even more, she was blocked by political opinions. You should know that one day this woman will be in front of such people and enjoy themselves like this. The fan should be destroyed immediately and will not be sent to this riotous woman.

"Not yet." Since seeing this dress, Zong Zhenglin's spirit has not been smooth. Even if he had only seen Mu Xiyao's upper body, Zong Zhenglin could have foreseen that the color of this style and Mu Xiyao would be extremely matched, but it would also highlight her exquisite figure and white jade skin color.

Zong Zhenglin still can't forget that Mu Xiyao once wore a small dress, which looks like this one today. At that night, Mu Xiyao captured his mind like a goblin. The jade of the white female body was on top of it, which had a strong impact on his blood. Even he lost his self-control.

How could Zong Zhenglin be willing to let others see such a charming little woman. However, Mu Xiyao's stubborn temper is still as she wishes.

"Jiaojiao is determined to be angry with this hall, but now she is satisfied? Still don't understand clothes, changed a suit? " Zong Zhenglin embraces the person to go inside, Mou son a drop, then catch a glimpse of Mu Xiyao's high and upright chest, chest and abdomen do not feel some palpitation. Looking away calmly, Zong Zhenglin took a reclining chair and sat down with a volume of books to avoid Mu Xiyao's embarrassment of undressing.

The man on the opposite side sat comfortably, and could not be more serious. Mu Xiyao hesitated and did not know whether to invite someone out. The boss was well-dressed, which made her flinch.

"Don't Jiaojiao feel lonely when dressing alone? Will this temple be with you? " Zong Zhenglin was considerate and considerate for her. As long as today's dress is changed, there will be no chance to wear her again.

Obviously, he is holding a book in his hand. How can he speak so plainly? Mu Xiyao stares at the past, only to see the man maintain a proper look, put on a pose and turn the pages of the book.

Boss, are you fascinated with my words? Mu Xiyao secretly teases. Some people read the story from the middle, and look as serious as looking at military affairs?

Mu Xiyao's eyes wander around, and then look at the past where there is a little shy embarrassment. Eyes are full of clear calculation, eyebrows between suddenly shine.

I see. She is not the only one in distress. The man who took the initiative to leave a little farther away and didn't put down his disguise now actually had a ghost in his heart.

Boss has a lustful heart, but he can't do anything about her at this point. He can only scare people with words. Mu Xiyao, who wants to understand, is happy in her heart and changes her temperament. In the twinkling of an eye, she is a demon in the Fangcai hall that makes people lose their spirits.

"Your Highness, where do you want me to change my clothes?" Mu Xiyao babble red lips, hands slowly feel on the neckline, thumb press button, slowly play circle.

Zong Zhenglin lowered his eyelids and covered his eyes. His eyes were gradually dark. He did not put his mind on the book. Now he was attracted by Mu Xiyao's sudden change.

"The stools behind."

Mu Xiyao's head tilts to the left, and he sees a long dress of Su embroidery in the color of Xiangfei. Well, the man had a premeditation, waiting for her to come over and clean up again. How did you become an emperor in your last life?

"Thank you, your highness, for your thoughtfulness." Mu Xiyao's thumb and index finger are gently interlaced, the top clasp has been untied, the small stand collar is scattered to both sides, and the white jade skin on the slender neck is particularly striking against the background of a piece of black.

Zong Zhenglin changed his posture at will and leaned back on the rocking chair, but the rest of the light could not help but linger on Mu Xiyao.

Beauty is more beautiful than that in Caidian. A person is unscrupulous, and his whole body exudes evil spirit. If there is no provocative action on his hands, he will become a flower demon who entangles men.

From time to time, she unbuttoned her chest and left her face slightly.Mu Xiyao is slow and gentle. Her snow-white catkin caresses her chest carelessly. She only hears that Zong Zhenglin's breath suddenly increases a little, and the corners of her mouth gradually show a smile.

Your highness, you are far worse than the rumor

Mu Xiyao lingered so slowly. The demon Mei Mei slowly slipped her shoulders and skirts in front of Zong Zhenglin. Suddenly, half of her bright, delicate and round arms were exposed. Her only pocket was tied around her neck, which made people want to tear it off and find out the truth.

Seeing that the woman was deliberately teasing, Zong Zhenglin knew in his heart that he should not be cheated by her, but his eyes did not listen to him. He gradually attached himself to the spirit. The more he saw it, the more he felt it was not enough. His body was gradually burning.

"Your Highness." Mu Xiyao gently lifted her right hand, touched the back of her neck and tried to untie the tie. Only this action let her dress lapels open, chest high, from the side, even the pocket can not wrap the whole plump, if not show the spring.

"My hand is very sour. Would you please help me and take the silk belt behind me?"

As dignified as you put on your face, you really don't come here. My concubine will naturally be restrained and satisfy you. Unfortunately, my concubine is really worried. There are many people in the world who are "dressed in clothes and animals" and "respectable in appearance". Your highness, which one are you?

Mu Xiyao keeps an attractive posture, her eyes and eyebrows are full of spring color. She looks at the past with her red lips slightly open, waiting for his reply.

Zong Zhenglin originally considered that the time was wrong, so he had to stay away from the trouble, so as not to be seduced by her and lose self-discipline. Now this scene, however, is contrary to his original intention. The woman simply sat down, and after a few movements, he was already in love. At this time, the most unbearable thing was Mu Xiyao's invitation, which was shy and ready to be released like a delicate flower.

"Jiaojiao, you hold this hall, but never soft." Since the little woman is deliberately agitated, why does he have to take care of the other things, let alone the beauty in front of him and bend himself alive.

After putting out the book that he didn't read from the beginning to the end, Zong Zhenglin's clothes were lifted, his body was long and he stood in front of Mu Xiyao. Looking down from above, the scenery is really unique.

One hand around her back, gently press the small woman's neck, fingers wantonly in her delicate skin rub. They both understood that it was just a pretext for flirting. Who took the initiative was the loser.

Boss, you have not let my concubine down. If you are really "a man can't judge by his appearance", you can't stand it after all.

"Jiaojiao, have you ever been proud of coming here?" She looked at the beauty of her eyeliner, which was so different that it was more painful and intoxicating.

Mu Xiyao's lips were as red as blood, and her eyes were half open and half closed. She did not respond to Zong Zhenglin's words. She just sat down with her right hand on his chest and gently covered the man's powerful beating heart.

Looking up at his eyes like ink, Mu Xiyao has only one thought in her heart: Your Highness, this time my concubine wants you to lose.

"Proud. Naturally proud. " Why can't she be proud of her collusion with emperor Jian'an to let the world's Communist Party think that she doesn't belong?

Three years later, the man did what he promised. In the next three years, your highness, I will wait to see you continue to work hard

"I can hook up my own man, and this man has a good reputation outside. I'm very happy to have this ability. Your highness, do you say yes or no? "

Mu Xiyao leaned against Zong Zhenglin's chest, and suddenly let go of his small hand covering his chest, so he bent down and pasted his lips.

Under the lips, the man's heart beat like a drum, and even his chest and abdomen were stretched to death. Mu Xiyao even felt that Zong Zhenglin had a slight tremor.

A moment later, Mu Xiyao got up slowly and saw a bright red lip print on the Mulan brocade robe at the man's heart.

"Does this mark fall into your Highness's heart?" So he raised his head and looked straight into Zong Zhenglin's Phoenix eyes. They gazed at each other for a long time and were filled with silent warmth.

Zong Zhenglin looks down at Mu Xiyao on the brocade robe, leaving traces. A heat stream suddenly spreads out from his chest, which makes the whole person feel drunk. He looks at Mu Xiyao with a strange softness.

Zong Zhenglin only felt that this was the only identity that made him proud.

Mu Xiyao's attack on the heart was so powerful that he had no resistance and was defeated in an instant.

"This hall is delicate and charming, and it's really a demon. It's no injustice to lose and be coquettish. " Zong Zhenglin could not help sighing, but he was not able to resist the attack of the little woman. For the first time in his life, he was satisfied and willing to sink.

Mu Xiyao again into his arms, no one can see, smile very cunningly.

Your highness, I feel that Very enjoyable.

I don't know if the ghost of last life is still there. If it is, can you be a little relieved and stay away from her? Her task is heavy, but her life is precious.

Mu Xiyao is dancing in secret. She doesn't want to be tied up behind her, but her upper body is suddenly covered by Zong Zhenglin.

"Jiaojiao, let this hall live in memory."

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