The Beloved Imperial Consort - Chapter 132

"The note is passed by your hand first. As a meticulously cultivated work, you can't detect the stranger. How can you know more than you?" Mu Xiyao blinked, there were ghosts in his heart, and naturally he could not get peace. .

Wu was really smart, and she thought about what she meant when she thought about it. Knowing that she had calculated from the beginning to the end, she was stunned, and she couldn’t hold it in one breath, and the blood that was suppressed by the throat sprang up.

She concluded that she would be even more reconciled and really fulfilled it very quickly.

Your Highness, this is the woman you are happy with? In the face of the enemy, the final blow is never soft.

Wu's thought of countless times of looking, the kind of helplessness that wants to be close, but has to be suppressed. She pretended to be sluggish and sent people away, leaving only sadness in her heart.

"His Royal Highness... Your Highness will not... die. Slaves, slaves are ready to understand medicine."

When he is about to die, this late explanation will explain whether Ms. will pass on to His Highness, even if he gets a little understanding.

Mu Xiyao looked at her eyes, and instantly realized the embarrassment that Zong Zhenglin could not say in the depths of this woman.

Although she is emotional for him, she has to personally ruin his heart and knees. This will surely lead to his hateful behavior, so she is afraid.

Mu Xiyao frowned, I don't know what to think. This kind of sad drama, she did not like it. But this woman, for feelings, is really pure. At this point, Mu Xiyao himself can't do it.

Wu's gaze gradually dissipated, and the five fingers on the armrests slowly loosened, and they finally tried their strength and looked at her deeply.

Mu Xiyao saw her death and she couldn’t help but shook her head. Even if she had never murdered the heart of Zong Zhenglin, once the man learned of her identity, she would never open her face because of this affection.

Zong Zhenglin is overbearing in his bones. What he wants is to get it by any means. If he does not look up, even if the sentiment is like the sea, he will abandon it. For Wu's, Zong Zhenglin did not pay attention to it from beginning to end, but why should she pity her?

"Big management, according to the rules." Wu Shi Yao Mu Yao Yao was too lazy to ask. This woman’s tragedy made her very disgusted. The Dawei woman is much worse than her situation, but others can still work hard. Why does she have to do something to save? Zhang’s life has no children, and the role of this woman in it cannot be underestimated.

"Sister, this is over, and you can't stay for a long time."

Helian Minmin saw Wu’s breath and finally let go of his heart. This is good, so there is no one in the government who has failed to plot against her Highness. She can also reconcile her body and give birth to her priest as soon as possible.

"Sister is working hard today, and the road is more careful."

Wan Jingwen's eyes followed Mu Xiyao for a long time, until she could not see her figure again, and slowly recovered. Su Shi, who was lifted away by the eyes, was stunned in the eyes.

The same is the side, the pressure on her is as heavy as the Taiyuan, but this can not even be on the table. No wonder Zong Zhenglin has been reluctant to recruit her to sleep.

"Tomorrow is bound to enter the palace tomorrow, and Shun Shun Road will hold Chengqing to see Shuri Niangniang. This is also a month without asking for peace, the goddess is definitely thinking."

The little buns are the heart of Shu Shu, and He Lianmin Min wants to marry her body and inconvenience to draw Shu Shu, Mu Xi Yao can make her wish? Therefore, Chengqing baby succeeded in carrying out the black pot for his mother, and was once again introduced by Mu Xiyao, becoming the most intriguing Mao child in the eyes of Helian Minmin.

Yucheng, the former court of Zhizhou Prefecture.

"WeChat welcomes the two Highnesses. The cold house is simple. If there is a bad reception, please also ask the temple to hang down." Zhizhou Wang Zhikui bowed his knees and his back was very low.

Zong Zhengming folded the fan and took it a few times. The tone was very wide. "Wang Daren does not have to be polite, the temple and the six brothers are not passing through the city, staying for one night and have something to do. The guest on the scene can be avoided." Soft and hard, clear meaning.

Wang Zhikui smells the strings, and the two highnesses are the false welcomings on the unofficial officialdom. At night, the dust-washing banquet set in the Juxian Building seems hopeless. It is necessary to quickly withdraw the people and exchange them for the banquet of the Zhizhou government. .

In this way, his peers who are looking forward to being close to His Royal Highness and familiar with their faces will be disappointed. Fortunately, the people in the temple lived in the state of Zhizhou, but it was a good thing for him. Treating the two Highnesses separately, this one-of-a-kind decent, on weekdays, is a grace that can't be sought.

"WeChat understands that at night, he will grieve two of His Royal Highness, and the house will have a sloppy meal. Please also ask His Highness not to dislike it." Wang Zhikui is now very grateful to his wife for practicing a good cooking skill and should be able to stand up.

“It’s very good at home.” Zong Zhenglin turned his left hand and was satisfied with his strain.

"That Minister Chen went down to prepare. If the two of the Highness were tired, the hot water was already prepared in the room." Wang Zhikui's heart is calm and steady, and he has arranged things very well.

"Five brothers, take a rest and bathe, and the younger brother will come to you again." Zong Zhenglin took the lead and left, and the boat in the cabin had placed his usual change of laundry shirt neatly.

"His Royal Highness, He Lianzheng and Mu Side have written letters." Yan Chengzhou handed the letter to Zong Zhenglin. These two letters look at the weight, I am afraid that your Highness will not be satisfied.

Sure enough, His Royal Highness took over the letter and moved.

Zong Zhenglin swept Mu Xiyao's familiar font and put her letters aside. Unpack Helian Minmin and read it carefully.

In addition to a detailed description of the situation in the government, it is cold and warm, careless. Finally, two things about the entry of the children of Helian’s family were mentioned. It is quite embarrassing to say something.

Zong Zhenglin folded the letter and could not see the anger in his eyebrows. Then pick up the letter of Mu Xiyao, see her mischievous smeared on the envelope, the six halls are very helpless.

This woman must be unique in writing a letter. She only saw this unruly in the lower right corner with a big smile, and she knew that she was in a good mood these days.

Zong Zhenglin launched a letter, and his face was dark after a while.

Mu Xiyao actually only returned a half-page letter, and later dared to take his son "debt." Looking at the hands and feet of Chengqing, Zong Zhenglin can imagine the scene at the time. That kid must be taught by his mother, this new thing, he should like it.

It stands to reason that his wife and son are very happy, and the Sixth Highness of the head of the family should also be infected with the beauty of the palace. It is a pity that Zong Zhenglin is now hating his teeth, and he is not grateful to Mu Xiyao for his "good intentions."

That's great. Before going on, she didn't want to be lazy. It was a slap in the face. Mu Xiyao's brain is a good idea, but she used her exquisite mind to him. It seems that this woman did not receive enough lessons.

In other words, she wants to take the Chengqing to fill the facade again? Or the Sixth Highness to understand the temperament of Mu Xi Yao, one guess is in the middle.

Zong Zhenglin blackened his face and collected the letter. He gently stroked his left hand and his eyes slowly smiled.

Since the little woman dares to play with him, don't blame him for taking the lead.

Later, he took a boat and took the urgent letter from His Highness and went out to work. In my heart, how did Yao’s master letter provoke his Highness, so that the Master came with such a simple hand.

He wrote two letters in his hand, and one was a book for He Lianzheng. Another one, Yan Chengzhou, but curious, actually sent to the capital city of Mufu, but also printed under the temple private seal. This has a privately printed letter, which means that it is very cautious and negligent.

When the boat rides to the corner, he meets with the five halls.

Zong Zhengming saw his letter in his hand, and the word "Mufu" came into view with a smile.

"Do you have anything to do with your family?" If it wasn't for Mu Xiyao to provoke his six brothers to be unhappy, how could Zong Zhenglin be named "Mufu" instead of "Mu Daren".

Yan Zhou’s brow jumped, and the name of Yao’s master was passed to the ears of the Five Halls? With such a master, Yan Chengzhou really does not know how to return.

Zong Zhengming looked at him as a dilemma. The right-handed folding fan patted the palm of his hand twice and smiled quite frankly. "Well, your family's house is a matter of fact, hurry to do it." I don't know what kind of expression the woman is after a few days.

Zong Zhengming felt that if Mu Xiyao was angry and rushed to come to a home book, "Hey," he could also look at Zong Zhenglin's jokes and be amused by the side.

It is almost nine months old, and there is still more than a month, and her second child will be born.

It’s been a year since the first draft of that year’s draft...

"Five brothers are here." Zong Zhenglin took the leaves and came over. When he saw it, he found that Zong Zhengming was not right.

"I am looking for you." Zong Zhengming smiled and covered his mind.

"The things in the shackles..." The two men walked side by side, and exchanged opinions from time to time. If they ruled out the hostile relationship that could not be opened, they would not be able to go to one place.

"I still don't explain it! Miss brocade fur cape, isn't you secretly taking the house away, when you lose money?"

"Mom clearly, the slaves have been with the lady for seven years. How can they make such unspeakable things?"

In front of the fight, he screamed and interrupted Zong Zhenglin to discuss political affairs. This is the front yard. How can a woman cry on the veranda?

"Who is in front? Seeing the Highness is not a gift!" The governor of Zhizhou Prefecture scared his forehead to sweat. This is a slave who has no eyesight. Can you lose the number of gifts in front of you?

The four people who heard the previous ones were the ones who were carefully watched by their own masters, and suddenly fell down. Trembling and screaming, please sue.

Zong Zhenglin was impatient after the house was trivial, his eyes were removed, but suddenly he was firmly fixed on a woman, and the eyes were full of inexplicable.

Zong Zhengming’s eyes are also fixed to lock the woman who only reveals half of the hibiscus.

Like, very like. The contour and the Mu Xiyao are like seven or eight points. Except for the difference in the rhyme in the eyes, it makes people confess to the wrong person.

"Who are you?" Unexpectedly, the first question that came out of the question was actually the sacred sect of the Sixth Hall of the House.

"His Highness asks, you are going to die, don't hurry to answer!" Just now, the mother who was very reprimanded, looked at the woman stupidly looking at the two Highnesses, and scared her arm and told her to answer.

The woman was as frightened and there was some vibrato between the words. "If you go back to your temple, the slave is the third lady who calls the girl."

Zong Zhengming saw her fear and slowed down her tone. "Where is your surname, how can you describe it here?" The woman’s hair was scattered, her clothes were unclean, and her eyes were slightly red. The eyes were sharply sweeping through the remaining few people, and Zong Zhengming roughly guessed the original.

That lowered his head and whispered back. "The slave is named Yu Yao, and his ancestral home is Mobei. Later, after the war, he was sold to Dawei as a slave. Miss Ms. Meng picked up her side and changed her name to Xiao Qiao."

Zong Zhengming Zong Zhenglin heard that she had surrendered her life and both raised her brows.