The Beloved Imperial Consort

Chapter 295

When he came back to the house, Zong Zhenglin strongly refused Mu Xiyao's sincere admonition to clean up the house for him. What's the use of going back to the house when he lives apart.

Now the little woman was anxious to see her son, just to let him have a free time.

"How?"

"The emperor intended to let his highness eight enter the main household to check the grain and silver, and he attached great importance to Chen Tingyu's invitation. In the morning of tomorrow, the edict will be issued. " Suddenly, there was one more person in the room. He was wrapped in black clothes, thin and capable.

Zong Zhenglin's eyes were bright and his mouth was high. "Great. Keep an eye on it."

With the order of his highness, the commander of the dark guard bowed down and disappeared.

As soon as he got the news, he got sick early. More than half a month later, the job really fell on Zong Zhenghan. Want to join hands with the prince? It is not so easy to carry out the work according to the money of the minister in the household department.

The clue of Liuzhou case has been revealed. In order to protect himself, the crown prince would have to do a fight with Zong Zhenghan if he had not broken his arm. Zong Zhenglin is looking forward to it.

But tomorrow's edict, I'm afraid the little woman will notice immediately. This disease made her soft tempered. Tomorrow Your Highness has a headache.

Carrying a tray into the room, see his spirit is still good, Mu Xiyao twisted a towel, put on the soap for him, carefully with a razor to help him take care of the residue.

They sat opposite each other. The Kang Table in the middle was removed and crossed knees. From the side, it was very intimate.

One side of the window, warm spring, warm light on the body, Zong Zhenglin comfortable closed his eyes. The whole body is her sweet breath, small hand holding his jaw, Mu Xiyao's knuckles glide gently on his face, and the razor is cool to wipe.

No one but her could hold the blade so close to his throat.

He believed in her, but could not sit back and watch her squander the trust he had given him. Phoenix eyes slightly open, in front of the woman eyebrows delicate, plain face, expression of concentration.

Taking advantage of her side to wipe the soap corner, Zong Zhenglin put his hands around her waist and gently took people into his arms.

Mu Xiyao is shocked and raises the razor as far away from him as possible. If a careless, hurt him, he Laozi still does not seek her to settle accounts!

Seeing that she was frightened to avoid, the worry in her eyes was obvious. Zong Zhenglin's heart was soft, and his face smeared with soap corner slowly had a smile.

"Don't be afraid, Jiao Jiao can't hurt this hall."

Mu Xiyao puts down her razor and looks back at him viciously. "My concubine is no match for your highness It can't be compared with the fact that your father has already said that human life is just like grass root. What's more, this man has also used Kung Fu to her, and Mu Xiyao is still bitter.

Angry and angry, he kneaded his handsome face. His two small hands rubbed on Zong Zhenglin's face to create a variety of embarrassed and divine moods. Mu Xiyao stretched his small face and slightly relieved his anger.

From now on, she will also have capital. When boasting, you can say the last sentence: hard as Jian'an emperor, not a concubine - knead round!

In this way, the previous depression was swept away. To be cheated by the emperor is a matter of course. It is reasonable to be used by the emperor. Only she, so condescending, oppressing him to do mischievous things, is the top to pull the wind. At least of the many novels she has read, none of the beloved concubines enjoyed kneading the emperor.

"Jiaojiao." Zong Zhenglin's tone is dangerous.

"Your skin is rough and your flesh is thick. I have to work harder." Thick in the face, not a curse? Mu Xiyao said it smoothly and did not think much about it. It's a pity that her highness is quick in thinking and has not missed her meaning.

Waiting for her to start again, Zong Zhenglin suddenly raised his face and stuck it directly against her face.

Her right face is wet and sticky. Mu Xiyao screams to jump away. However, Zong Zhenglin seized the back of his head and changed his side to continue to do evil.

"Have fun with you." The man chuckles in his ear, and Mu Xiyao is disgusted with his loud voice. She only listens to mother Zhao and Wei Zhen, who are guarding the door, greatly relieved.

Is this a sign that the rain is over and the sky is fine?

"The stink is annoying!"

"Delicate and even some fragrance, and this hall is also good."

From the room came the banter and the two looked at each other. It's like it's going too fast. Haze layers, a leap into honey?

In the night, Zong Zhenglin was very honest. He did nothing except frivolous work.

It turns out that this man is guilty! It also refutes the conjecture of mother Zhao and Wei Zhen indirectly. After layers of haze, there should be thunderstorms.

Mu Xiyao's iron green face, staring at the bed collapse is still "sick will be raised" people, almost be angry vomit blood.

I thought she was the one who had a plan in mind. To this day, only to know that this man has a plot, everything but to follow the trend.

When will Chen Tingyu play on his watch? Before the bachelor's banquet! Zong Zhenglin knew that apart from him, Emperor Cheng of the Yuan Dynasty wanted to select the people who would be admitted to the main household department, only Zong Zhengming and Zong Zhenghan. Unfortunately, Zong Zhengming's subordinates had already been working in Liuzhou. In order to avoid suspicion, Emperor Cheng of the Yuan Dynasty only looked at him and Zong Zhenghan. So the man started early and picked himself up.

This son of a bitch made her think that she had been a fool for a long time. I don't know how many jokes he saw. The most hateful, he should still cooperate with her, let her all those small tricks succeed!What pressure on the top of the mountain, it is clear that the five finger mountain dead pressure on her body, half of the move can not move! Now the dust has settled down, he is good enough to act, and naturally he is very harmonious with her.

According to the degree of this man's belly black, she thinks about Chunyu Yao in her heart. She can't help but be calculated by him!

"Jiaojiao, it's true that my house is ill. It's also true to resent you for acting behind your back. " Zong Zhenglin was calm, patient and reasonable with her.

She was bullied. But when I left, all my thoughts were sincere, without any falsehood. It's not that she's not really angry to see her fighting with him. When I was most annoyed, I almost couldn't suppress it. I went back to arrest people and dealt with them severely.

Love and resentment are due to her. Even if he is in charge of the whole situation, there are people who call him helpless.

Mu Xiyao is sitting on a small stool. She looks at Zong Zhenglin more and more aggrieved.

The man was angry with her, and she was nervous sometimes. How to know that he was still interested in acting, which only made her busy, but did not get any real benefits. The only complacent "pinching" is that he deliberately indulges in it with a sense of appeasement.

Small nose a puff, tear beads patter patter straight down.

Where did Zong Zhenglin see Mu Xiyao. He changed his face immediately.

Support the body to sit on the edge of the bed, arms will shrink a small group of people, tightly in the arms. The brow is tight and the jaw is taut.

Never impatient women cry, naturally no one dares to touch the mold in front of him. Where like this in my arms, pear blossom with rain is not close to the side, small mouth is shriveled, the whole face has gone.

Zong Zhenglin was most worried. He was always cunning, but he didn't know whether he intended to do it or not. First, he cried silently. Then he fell on his chest and suddenly changed into crying. His nose and tears all fooled him on his robe.

People who love cleanliness on weekdays need to change clothes immediately even if they get wet. Now holding a sloppy woman, Zong Zhenglin can't do anything about it.

His face was extremely ugly. His highness could not resist Mu Xiyao's crying posture for the first time. Only the heart followed tight, with her voice sobbing, bursts of stabbing pain.

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