The Beloved Imperial Consort - Chapter 133

"His Highness, this little Joe stole the master's thing and became a silver money. The slaves took her to the front yard to find a deacon." The mother said that the limelight was wrong, and quickly made things clear.

Zong Zhenglin turned a blind eye to her, only slightly matching the eyes of Feng, and clearly looked at Yao.

"Third people can take the evidence?" Zong Zhengming's hand was closed with a slap in the face, and the narrow eyes were sharp.

Look at the woman's eyes, it is very clean. Faced with such a familiar face, you can't open your hand without knowing it.

"It is controversial, and it is sent to the government to check the office." Zong Zhenglin can be a gentleman, and it is a powerful means.

"This, this is just a slave to see her coming out of the lady's house that day, and then she was sent out of the house and stolen, so the slaves guessed..." The manager behind me was scared to tell the truth.

"What are you talking about? You guess? You are not slap on the chest and tell me, seeing her take something to sneak out of the house?" The manager was shocked and looked shocked and looked dazed to blind her little squat, back It is a cold sweat.

"The housekeeper, this little thing, you still need to worry about the temple, help you to understand clearly?" Zong Zhenglin is not happy.

This 淳 瑶 Yao Yao Zhang and Mu Xiyao very similar face, but kneeling on the ground humble, seeing him a fire straight up.

Zong Zhenglin’s temper was committed, and the protection of Mu Xiyao was costly. Although she knows that the woman in front of her eyes is not a person who is obsessed with her mind, she does not allow others to offend this face.

"Yes, yes, the slaves will make people check clearly and check clearly." The big housekeeper kept sweating. This is what is called! Look at the mother's eyes, do not ask clearly, do it first, and still ugly in front of the two halls. This rule of the government, in the eyes of His Royal Highness?

Also, this is called Xiao Qiao's aunt, and I don't know how many blessings I have cultivated in my life. How can I get the two eyes of my Royal Highness? I have trained people for her.

"Get up." Zong Zhenglin's eyes are cold and cold, and he is ruthlessly ordered by a weak woman.

Yu Yuyao was frightened by his cold air. He had never seen the gimmicks in the world. How could he withstand this momentum and his body could not help but shrink.

Just flinching and ducking to avoid the six-story down sharp line of sight, but the shoulder was patted twice.

"Ah!" exclaimed, the man came warm and soothed from the top of his head.

"Do not panic, you must get up first." Zong Zhengming removed the folding fan from her shoulder and carefully looked at the woman.

Looking closer, the facial features are more like these, just not as refined as Mu Xiyao. The looks are similar to the names. Is there such a coincidence in the world?

Zong Zhenglin saw that he was gentle on this woman, and he did not know why. The corner of his eyes was cold, and Zong Zhengming was on the top of his heart for Mu Xiyao.

"Two of His Royal Highness, the slaves will call people to bring back the gangs that are not long-sighted. Only this little Joe girl..." The big housekeeper saw that the two high-ranking priests had different attitudes toward Xiao Qiao, and it was not necessary to take people. Go on.

Zong Zhengming saw that he was quite peeping, and his face turned pale. "What are you supposed to do, you still need to teach you?"

These slaves are accustomed to the horses, can he and Zong Zhenglin still have this prostitute? Don't say that it is just like the seven-eighth point of Mu Xiyao. It is like a ten-tenth, and it is not the same person.

The tube was seen in the face of the temple, and immediately knew that he was self-defeating. Busy calls people to order a few voices, with four people going to the backyard, and they honestly lead the two.

Mu Xiyao still does not know that in the six halls of Yucheng, because she saw someone similar to her, once contrasted, the more the thoughts. So I felt that the letter I had just sent by Yan Chengzhou was a bit light. It is time to let the woman reflect on it, and then dare to let him wait for a long time to exchange a paper gun argument. Zong Zhenglin does not mind letting people go back and stare at her and write back a letter.

Since the defending of the singer, the singer of the Yao master has grasped the internal response, and he has done more to the things that Mu Xiyao has commanded. It was because of his relationship with His Royal Highness, and he even showed more closeness to him. Today, I have been admired and I feel that Yao’s master is willing to drive her.

On this day, Mu Xiyao called the person to Dan Ruoyuan, saying nothing, staring at the defending mammoth. That look, how to see how picky, like the choice of cabbage, we must pick a look at the eye, in order to her heart.

"Wei Daren ~ ~", when the defending can not help, Mu Xiyao finally called people, only this tone scared to defend a spirit, all the hair was erected.

No, not right. When Yao’s master usually called his high school, it was something to do, and most of them were troublesome. Now calling yourself, is it to be tired in the house, have to go out?

The defending champion felt that it was necessary to be vigilant at all times. Yao’s master would be too circumventing. He said that he was confused in a few words, and his mind was not awake, so she should ask for her. If you dare to repent, then it is the words of the Lord's mouth that "there is no faith, bullying women and children", this crime is really embarrassing for a big man. If she is worried about her, she will be ashamed, and you will be blushing, and you have to do it with your scalp. This kind of loss is not enough to eat.

"The master, His Royal Highness left Beijing this time, but he left a swearword. There are a hundred courage under the subordinates, and I dare not let you out of this door." Wei Yu learned to be smart, and when he came up, he cried and refused to let the Yao master open. Take the lead.

"Where is this, your master, I am such a person who is not measured? Your temple is screaming, and you have to obey."

Don't tell the defending, that is, Zhao Wei is blushing for her. There is no such thing as a slap in the face.

"Daily people don't worry, this time calling you, there is a big deal to discuss." Mu Xiyao has a good posture, it seems a lot of caution. "Wu Daren this year, Geng Geng?"

Mu Xiyao’s very abrupt questioning made Wei Wei flashed.

"The next year is twenty years old."

"Twenty? Very good!" Mu Xiyao was pleased to praise, and the small appearance was extremely satisfying. Twenty good, young and promising, just a mature little melon.

What is good about this? Wei Wei did not understand.

“Can you have someone else?”

Cough, cough, and cough, Zhao Yu has to cough again and again, and his expression is extremely embarrassing. Looking at the standing giants, it is also a look of distorted shame and anger, and it is difficult to find the subject theory to seek justice.

"The master, this is the question to the daughter's family. To the man should say, ‘has decided to make a marriage contract.'” Zhao Wei whispered in the ear, the heart is helpless. She is somewhat aware of this intention. But the master, you are so unconstrained, do you really not afraid of breaking the marriage? Just like the Guardian in front of her eyes, to her, the main son of the matchmaker is really... some are counterproductive.

Mu Xiyao is awkward, hey, this is the first time to match, it is inevitable that there is no experience. Everyone should understand each other and should not be a problem?

The guilty look at the defending purple sauce, Mu Xiyao is embarrassed to lick the tip of the nose.

Aside, Zhao Yuqiang resisted the urge to take her hand and closed her eyes. She did not see it.

"Hey, this big adult, the squad is only confused, and it is not right. It is this, come back again, don't remember it."

"Adult, have you ever had a marriage contract?" Mu Xiyao smiled and asked this question properly. Only those eyes, staring straight at people and not letting go.