The Beloved Imperial Consort - Chapter 182

"Miss, are you okay?" Xue Qin was bold and cautiously tempted through the screen.

"It's very good. You go out." He Lian said quietly. There is no fluctuation in tone, and things like genius have never happened.

Was dismissed by the master, Xue Qin was relieved, and gently smashed the smashed tea pot in the house. Slowly bring the door, looking inward from the gradually closing threshold, only to feel that the house suddenly sinks, and her master, hidden in the darkness.

Ancestral...

He Lian’s brain continued to rush, only the word servant. She was so eager to support her daughter, and she was given a tribute to Zong Zhenghan! Or Yuan Chengdi pro-into the government!

If you get the sacred gift, you can enter the Eight Emperor's House with a side squat, which is the great grace today. It is a pity that she was so low that she could not bring her with her dowry. She even exchanged the identity of the party for the sacred gift. Who else did not know, this is what Yuan Chengdi suddenly said to her, and she did not want to see it. . This time, it was only slightly punishable, which refutes the wealthy power she hoped for for a long time.

Mu Xiyao! There was a **** pain in He Lian’s heart.

I thought that she had broken her set-up, and she didn’t think she fell into the other side’s calculations. This time, it is no longer able to continue. Fighting geese all day long, but ultimately losing is the best at conspiracy tricks!

Mu Xiyao is savvy, and even Yuan Cheng’s mind can be one or two. From this point of view, Zong Zhengying's scandal must be revealed by her. Borrowing the thunder of today's thunder, the homeopathic fire burned her side of her dreams. The woman retaliated, it is also a bit of a poison.

This is why He Lianzhen ignored the indelible achievements of Zong Zhengying. Mu Xiyao is even more powerful, and she can't just ban her by relying on Zong Zhengying's visit to the Xiangxiang Pavilion. It is even more exciting for Yuan Chengdi to anger, even with He Lianzhen.

According to Mu Xiyao's previous assumptions, after Zong Zhengying's thoughts on this matter, Miss Helen, although she couldn't reach it, she would not be able to talk about it.

Nowadays, thanks to the biggest accident in this matter, the four princesses "fired themselves and burned themselves" in front of Yuan Chengdi. In this game, Mu Xiyao won the victory and was not good.

The woman smiled and fluttered in front of Zong Zhenglin, and couldn’t help but ridicule. "I can understand it. The four princesses are deeply buried chess pieces. When they are critical, they help others."

"Guijiao this look, let the temple think of a story - the villain got the ambition." Zong Zhenglin buried his head and read the documents, accompanied by Mu Xiyao, but often nuisance of life rarely noticed. Today, she is really crazy, only to speak out against the little woman arrogance.

The stinky man didn’t say anything for a long time, but when he was happy, he came out to disappoint. Mu Xiyao wrote a cross on the rice paper, and Zong Zhenglin told her to copy the coursework.

Anyway, the man concentrates on politics and has no time to liquidate with her. Mu Xiyao sideways, with a rounded waist slightly blocked Zong Zhenglin's line of sight, only a single force to smear, tossed Zong Zhenglin's account, and played happily.

Mu Xiyao secretly muttered, who would like to be detained in the study to describe Zong Zhenglin's handwritten book? Even if it is the future Jian'an Emperor, it will have to be printed to sell a good price. Nowadays, the country’s jade is still lying on the Yuancheng Emperor’s case. Her idea of ​​selling private goods temporarily does not work.

In addition, the mad grass school needs to be controlled by the wrist force, and it is best to have a map of the heart. Ordinary people say that a book is like a person, standing upright; a book is like a person, walking leisurely; a cursive book is like a person, walking fast.

As far as she is, she is not diligent, and she is lazy in the day. She does not say that she is standing and running, but she only hates to lie down. Such a lazy temper, how could Mu Xiyao calm down and practice the wild grass? This woman only felt that the boss was not kind, and she certainly couldn’t see her going through the happy days, and she was saved and changed.

Mu Xiyao is indignant and unconstrained, and uses one heart and two sides. On the other hand, Zong Zhenglin is stingy. When he writes, he will help the other bosses. In a moment, he will succumb to all kinds of bosses and plead for mercy.

I dare not clearly mark this is a boss hundred state diagram, Mu Xiyao eyeballs turn, happy little shoulders can not stop shaking.

A small sample, can not name the name of the road, this is Zong Zhenglin clearly vented, not his son Chengqing small buns that with the big boss like a 10% pink face, can make her various metaphors of the insinuation, Venting a good time?

Mu Xiyao was openly appreciative, and the interest was more and more high. He only painted his eyebrows and danced. Under the preoccupation, he forgot to be alert to the big boss behind him.

Zong Zhenglin did not feel abnormal at first, but later he felt uncomfortable. This is a noisy study for half a day, how suddenly suddenly quiet down? Looking up to the side of the woman who looked at the person, the six temples under the brow did not feel a slight provoke.

Mu Xiyao's kindness Zong Zhenglin is clear. If this woman's copybook is as honest as it is now, he doesn't need to catch people to look around.

Then look at Mu Xiyao's pair of scorpions, crystal clear and bright, and the joy inside is coming out. The raised lips are slightly moving, and it is obvious that the owner is working hard and still remembers not to laugh out loud to disturb others.

Zong Zhenglin’s eyes were slightly raised, and now he does not understand that the woman is not doing business, secretly doing things that are unspeakable, but it is too slow. Just looking at her sneak peek, I know that it will be strange.

Although she often admonishes that she can't be too lazy, Zong Zhenglin loves her lazy disguise. As in the current situation, sneaking and trying to cover the state of the show, Zong Zhenglin should be able to see if it is not seen, it is impossible.

Mu Xi Yao thought like a spring, in addition to the imagination of Zong Zhenglin all kinds of grievances, even when the big boss packed her, all kinds of anger and helpless look is also vivid and vivid.

"Jiaojiao is not afraid of the fire on the head of the temple is too strong?" Zong Zhenglin black face, standing behind her has been a long time.

At first, I didn't understand how stupid it was. As Mu Xiyao became more and more eloquent, Zong Zhenglin finally found out that the woman's various "small people" were all referenced. Or to say... it’s just borrowing him!

Mu Xiyao is not small, except for all sorts of smear and anger, the side has left a comment to deliberately made an annotation.

Most of Zong Zhenglin’s face was dark and black. It was this woman who added a fire to the head of “He” and smothered the person with a look of anger. Side note: "Braised Lion Head!"

"How?" Mu Xiyao instinctively answered, just opened another head next to the picture, but suddenly stopped, then snorted and took a breath, and the lake pen trembled slightly.

After the end, the boss was caught on the spot. Mu Xiyao back to Zong Zhenglin, bitter face, and frowned. Boss will be martial arts, walking without wind! This is a ghost killer, how can there be no failure?

"His Royal Highness ~~" turned back to the woman who smiled like a spring flower, throwing the brush freely, and holding the hands behind him, the man's waist.

"Chengqing grows up so cute, how does His Royal Highness feel like a workmanship?" His Royal Highness, the painting is a small steamed buns, not you, you only have to be passionate, you can't lose much face.

Mu Xiyao screamed that Zong Zhenglin leaned over and saw that the man was very cooperative, and he would put the black face on her face.

Mu Xiyao is so sweet and greasy, and holding Zong Zhenglin’s cheek is just two kisses. After the water Wang Ming Ming looked forward to seeing his eyes, like Zong Zhenglin did not recognize, Mu Xiyao would be very disappointed.

"Jiaojiao." The sound of the six halls was warm, holding her in her arms, only in the face of Mu Xiyao, the eyes of the eyes were full of laughter. "There is no ring on the neck of Chengqing." The only thing that can make Zong Zhenglin fire is that Mu Xiyao has covered it all the time, but he has never forgotten the necklace of the flower plating.

Mu Xiyao was so beautiful that she looked back at the neck of each villain on the drawing, and she actually wore a sketch of the accessories. Looking up and Zong Zhenglin's long-sighted eyes, Mu Xiyao could not immediately give his son a collar.

Lost Jingzhou! Is it the person who is "self-eaten evil"?