The Beloved Imperial Consort - Chapter 231

"How about half the page?"

"Master, you can write down with peace of mind, less war, not much stronger than words?"

"I am uncomfortable and can't sit still."

Zong Zhenglin quietly stood under the porch, listening to the master and servant talking.

She "some people" in her mouth, but refers to him? After the fifth slogan, and then read that palm, Zong Zhenglin did not feel silence.

The ordinary and squeaky person, when he stunned it all, it would be a painful sigh...

Outside the six independent halls, there is a distress in the faint. There was a mourning in the room, and it was a moment of silence.

"How is your lord's heart so hearty? You can't lift it."

Gently blamed into the ear, Zong Zhenglin's twilight changed.

Looking through the window, Mu Xiyao was a little squatting, and he combed his hair, and simply placed it on his chest. It was very beautiful.

Yesterday's pretty face, when I was angry, it was also a snow powder, and the scorpion crystal bright.

After half a quarter of an hour, Mu Xiyao bit the pen and his brow wrinkled. "Is there another time?" This is not a human life?

"Do not write and fear of punishment, this day is so difficult!" Zong Zhenglin was bullying, bullying her shape alone.

"I feel bad, I will rest."

After the thick male voice sounded, Mu Xiyao turned around and looked at the people.

"His Royal Highness, can you avoid it later?" Mu Xiyao reacted very quickly, glaring at Zong Zhenglin's good speech at this time, and immediately hit the snake and stick to the stick.

Seeing her nephew Yingrun clear, looking up, looking forward to him, Zong Zhenglin suddenly swayed.

When she reached out yesterday, he never thought about it...

"No?" For a long time, he did not respond, and Mu Xiyao’s small head was slightly lowered and somewhat awkward.

Zong Zhenglin picked up the armchair next to her and sat down. He raised his hand and touched Mu Xiyao’s top. It was rare to train again.

"Being in the government. The temple is free, and it will be taken out of the house. If it is, copying the book will give up."

Mu Xiyao looked at him, a pair of scorpions for a moment.

Zong Zhenglin’s transformation seems to be subtle.

"His Royal Highness, are you distressed?"

However, one day, Mu Xiyao consciously did not have the ability to let the six halls "speak on their own words" every other day.

"So it hurts and how?"

Zong Zhenglin got up and bent over and slid the man with a lap blanket. Turned around and found a soft couch, putting people gently on the lap.

Yesterday, I walked away and didn't check if she had a wound...

"Why don't you know that you are aware of this temple? If you are willing to pay for it, if you tell me truthfully, how can you recruit yesterday to punish." Zong Zhenglin has five flavors, and she has no way to take her.

Mu Xiyao suddenly rubbed his hand around his neck. The path is coveted, and the eyes are full of complexity.

It turns out that it is no wonder that today’s attitude has changed dramatically. Exploring her intentions here, so I rushed to it, a little comfort?

"Jiaojiao, why don't you trust it?" Zong Zhenglin was just as she was, looking deep into Mu Xiyao's eyes. Only she was alone, so he was so careful, why did Mu Xiyao refuse to go further?

Taking a deep breath, Mu Xiyao slowly lifted his eyes, his eyes clear and waveless, without any cover.

"His Royal Highness, why are you trusting?"

You and me, two and a half pounds, each reserved.

"If you have the trust, the woman who lives in Xishan's other hospital, you will not be stunned by your Highness. If you have the trust, why should you have a big fire in the afternoon? If you have the trust, your Highness, how can you ask this question?"

One question, three if yes. Between the two, the roots are rooted.

Zong Zhenglin’s scorpion tightened and held her arms tightly.

It turned out that her heart was clear, but it was hidden too deeply and was not noticed by him.

As she said, because of Mu Xiyao, he has never really let go. This woman's mind is too deep and extremely difficult to understand clearly. The temper is proud, and he is really wronged, and he will not be able to declare it. The most accustomed is to stand idly by and watch her steady plan, so that she will be sloppy for a lifetime.

On weekdays, she made a lot of noises. She complained and complained, but it was a small matter, but it was really in the heart, but it was just a play.

How can such a woman make her willing and willing to die?

"I was so uncomfortable that I lost my arms with my arms yesterday?"

"No." Mu Xiyao was back and forth without hesitation.

Zong Zhenglin’s nephew slowly picked up and his heart gradually sank. I feel that this woman is a stone heart, and she listens to Mu Xiyao’s dissatisfaction.

"I didn't respond, it was scared. After that, the buttocks hurt so badly. I felt that I couldn't tell."

Zong Zhenglin caressed her back, and her eyes were deep and dark.

"Jiaojiao." After a long time, Zong Zhenglin called out.

Mu Xiyao snorted and waited quietly.

"The next time I go straight up. Then I am angry, and the temple will not push you away."

......

Your Highness, are you looking forward to being shackled? Was it not confused yesterday?

In the emperor's house, Su Shirou cleaned up early, only waiting for his highness to send people to pick up. At first, I also looked forward to seeing the sun rising gradually and gradually falling, but it was a people who had never heard.

"How?" Su Shi softly supported the door frame and anxiously asked questions.

Dai Dai came from a sneak peek, but he was so far away that he was shaking his head and sighing. "The doorman has already asked, and His Royal Highness has not yet returned to the government. The old slave went to the big management office and got the news. His Highness should go to the east, and today he will not come back."

The same is the side, how can the situation be different? Dai Yu couldn’t understand it, but Su Shirou was clear.

If you don’t get the six halls down, you’ll get a pass in advance. When a man speaks, he can do it at any time.

"But let's have a meal. Your Highness will not come today."

"Is that thing not done?" He Lianmin felt a brow and looked at it. "It's also right. How can a woman in Dan Ruoyuan disturb her leisure time? No one has to be favored in vain. No one will be willing."

It is a pity that the Highness is easy to loosen, but it is confused by the woman. Is the bedside of Mu's pillow so powerful?

The woman's mind is so unpredictable. Zong Zhenglin promised to bring Su Shirou out of the house, and He Lianmin felt guilty in his heart; now that Mu Xiyao has obstructed it, and she has not done it, she is even more unhappy. After all, it’s not that you are favored, and you won’t be happy.

He Lianmin Min believes that Mu Xiyao is a stalker from this, and this idea is not entirely blameless. The woman really saved this idea.

"His Highness, you are not saying that today's Su will be coming over?" The courtyard was in the house, and Mu Xiyao shrank in the bed to read the story. From time to time, he laughed and sang, and Zong Zhenglin immediately followed.

Yesterday morning, although Zong Zhenglin did not come over, he asked Tian Fushan to send a message saying that he had to clean up the small courtyard in the east and the side of Su.

Mu Xiyao immediately grinned, very unhappy. It’s easy to get rid of the woman who didn’t worry about the room, and she even followed her to the ground.

I was thinking about waiting for Zong Zhenglin to come back to discuss with him, sprinkle the Jiao, and grind the man to get the woman casually, anyway, don't sway in her private property, it will be unsightly.

Who knows that today met Zong Zhenglin not only did not mention the words, people did not see. Is this the end of the job, or is Zong Zhenglin changed his mind?

"Isn't it not like to have your own objects touched by others?" After Zong Zhenglin's cloak, there is nothing to understand.

Mu Xiyao's nephew was bright, and the little face immediately brought a smile.

"His Highness, you said that the sentence is wrong. You are still very male."

This is not to say that it is okay. When I said it, Zong Zhenglin remembered her "deeply ashamed." The face is instantly dark.