The Beloved Imperial Consort - Chapter 217

"His Royal Highness, you have been pleading for Wusong?" Hearing the guardian to report to the palace, the small **** sent Wuhuan over, and Mu Xiyao was confused and listened to Zong Zhenglin's explanation.

Only this result, she was almost stunned.

"This... you see, you haven't taken over yet, can you change one early?" The reason is somewhat far-fetched, and Mu Xiyao has no confidence at all.

Zong Zhenglin slanted her eyes and smacked her, and dismissed her unrealistic thoughts. "You should have a lesson." Wu Hao came just right, raising her in Dan Ruoyuan, always reminding the woman and let her Convergence under the spleen.

The eyes of the eye-catching rewards flew, Mu Xiyao slouched and fiddled with the jade card, took Zong Zhenglin to the things that the Chengqing little buns did.

The more I thought about it, the more I didn’t want to be worth it. In the end, I sighed and sighed in the painting of Huanghuali. I took the time to look at the man who was reading the book on the chair. The culprit was sitting in a stable and steady manner.

I have to say that the six halls of the temple are really nothing to say. Mu Xiyao feels that he is very comfortable with Zong Zhenglin. If he is very comfortable, then the man looks good, and he has to add a lot of points first.

If the appearance is flat, and because of his status, he will only be able to pass it. With such a thought, it is unreasonable that Zong Zhenglin is detrimental to her color, and there is no need for it. The six halls are in the middle of the bed, but they have praised her skin for several times, and his mind is very good. Now, there is no sound and no regrets. This is not unusual.

There is no one in the moment, Mu Xiyao has no scruples, and it is not a matter of silence.

"His Highness, I don't want to understand a few questions, can you give me some details?"

In the house, there is no need for a face towel to take Joe, and Mu Xiyao does not feel that Zong Zhenglin needs to cover up. Just sticking the ointment like this, still as charming as ever, grinding his coquetry, seeing Zong Zhenglin secretly funny.

When the woman’s eyes were small, the needle could not be tolerated. It’s really important to be open-minded and open-minded. Can have such contradictions, no wonder it is not good to feed.

"But it's fine." Zong Zhenglin put down the book, took the tea and opened the leaves, waiting for her to "mave for advice."

Mu Xiyao got his answer, and immediately came to the spirit, a small body, and there is still a look.

"Don't you love your beauty?" As the saying goes, everyone who loves beauty has it. Unless Zong Zhenglin is a heresy, he can't escape this hurdle.

Six temples under the eyebrows pick one, with one hand elbows, a pair of long legs straight stretched, looking at Mu Xiyao like a smile.

"Ran." The woman who put the plaster after the painting, because of those eyes, barely enough to get the beauty to say.

Mu Xiyao’s eyes were awkward, and sure enough, men were beautiful.

"Oh, I heard that there are some beautiful women. If you are seriously ill, you would rather cover your face and close your door. You will not be willing to be accompanied by your husband. You must see the face of your illness. Your Highness thinks that there is no such thing as a slap in the face, you will be attracted to you." do not like?"

A woman who is afraid of color decline and loves to relax, has a lot of self. The most deliberate, is the Emperor Wu of the Han Wu Emperor.

Mu Xiyao consciously "the color of the person", she is still able to afford. Otherwise, those women in the backyard of Zong Zhenglin will not carry her a fox and a fairy in private, hate to curse her intestines and wear a belly, and this person is not there.

Seeing her a pair of nephews clear and clear, it is really curiosity, not a temptation to invite the pet, Zong Zhenglin could not help but smile.

Mu Xiyao is different from others, asking for such straightforwardness and no trace of decoration. Not because of her sorrow and disappointment on her face, she has many doubts.

"Jiaojiao is not a stunning beauty." Zong Zhenglin put down the tea pot, and the support was lightly laughed out.

Mu Xiyao did not wait for him to affirmatively reply, inexplicably got a sentence evaluation, did not respond at first, then his face rose red, immediately smashed the jade card, rushed to the man on the chair.

Zong Zhenglin’s long arm was at a glance, and the woman who was throwing her hair was firmly caught. She let her punch and tickle like a fist in her chest, only gently holding her right hand, preventing the woman from smashing the wound.

"Hey, no tired." Caressing her back, soothing the red-eyed rabbit.

"His Highness! You have no eyes. You don't want to talk about the country, the city is always there. How come you didn't come out?" Mu Xiyao sighed and gasped, and really felt that Zong Zhenglin was disqualified. . Not to mention that she is not bad, that is, the slimming beauty of the drug, it is not so bad. Cooperating with her for a few years, she insists on practicing health and wellness, and in the end is a no-brainer?

After she stopped, Zong Zhenglin glared at Mu Xiyao's shoulders and carefully looked at the people. Like to match Zong Zhenglin's attention, Mu Xiyao leaned on his neck, beheaded and changed his angle, and he was afraid that he would not pay attention to it, and missed her most satisfying delicate eyebrows.

Zong Zhenglin’s eyes were smiling and his chest was slightly ups and downs, his shoulders were a little bit trembled.

"Jiaojiao. Sticking the plaster is not enough for the word. But because it is you, the temple is barely absorbed."

Mu Xiyao’s pair of beautiful eyes were not guilty, and suddenly he was relieved. Looking at Zong Zhenglin's face, he slammed his robes and his lips rose high.

"He always thought that Yan Guanqun was coming. If it was not beautiful, how could it be in the eye?"

Grandma's stinky man, holding her face with a smile and making fun of it, this account will be immediately!

Zong Zhenglin smiled and looked at her soft and soft, and gradually recalled the two absurdities when she was not around before the draft.

The woman who had never met was swayed to the desire to relieve herself. Zong Zhenglin asked herself not to be greedy and lascivious. After that, she often accompanied her side, and each closeness was also immersed in losing control. On the reason, if you want to understand, today is not the same headache and she is suffering.

"I want to know, huh?" Even after taking the medicine, Mu Xiyao's faint milk fragrance is still invisible.

"Is it still in the mother's palace, can you feel upset?"

Previously, I also looked forward to seeing it. When Zong Zhenglin suddenly turned his head, Mu Xiyao’s eyes were round and his mouth was straight.

Since returning to the government, he has been empty for two days. Is this man alive again?

"His Royal Highness? You are still hurting." Boss, you are in the sky, thinking about something in your head!

Zong Zhenglin took up her leg and slid people into the house.

"The hall does not touch the temple." The man's voice was low and dumb, and Mu Xiyao was reminded of the fragrant scene, which was so prosperous and hot.

"It is now known that even if you don't have a good color, you can win the hall."

When you haven’t met, how come you can be? Only such a ridiculous thing, Zong Zhenglin will never talk to her.

Mu Xiyao was stiff and couldn't think of a joke and went to Zong Zhenglin's color.

Her doubts have not been solved, but she has been exhausted by the six halls. How can this matter not be controlled by her?

Zong Zhenglin saw her little brow screwed into one place, hating teeth and thinking hard, and she felt soft and very soft.

Silly.

It’s not the same for you and the women around you.