The Beloved Imperial Consort - Chapter 289

"The master, Fang Weiwei adults said that the temple was cold. Why didn't you say anything?" Zhao Wei was in a hurry, all this way, the two men suffocating, it should be put down. "If the Highness knows that you are only so faint ‘um’, I’m going to scream...” I’m afraid it’s cold.

Mu Xiyao is even more leaking.

"No hurry." It is to say that it must be deeper, so that the man is in mind. It is best to give birth to some coziness and feel that I can't live with her the other day.

What's more, this time, when I go back to the government, there must be someone who is not good. If the man puts on the shelf again, she alone is shocked and tired. I always have to give him a soft heart and give her a scene.

On the emperor's house, Zong Zhenglin wore a single coat and sat on the bed. The forehead is slightly hot, and the breathing is more urgent than usual. Jun face is still tight, and the cheekbones have a burning sensation due to hot flashes.

"Your Highness, you have to use some soup, this disease is also going faster. The girl's side, has sent the medicine to come over, then the slaves must look after you." Tian Fushan bitterly, how to close the eyes People, words have never been taken care of.

Zong Zhenglin's brain is dizzy, and he has not been sick for too long. This taste is not welcome. Waving silently, letting people fall back, and they alone seem to sleep well.

Helen’s came over yesterday, and it’s time to explain her. This morning, Su Shi sent the soup and was stopped by the defending guard. That woman, now it is time to get the news. Zong Zhenglin caressed his chest and was extremely depressed and coughed a few times. It’s like this, but rather she doesn’t come as well.

A person who has never been tough, in front of his own woman, is sick in bed, Zong Zhenglin has no face. The awkward thing is that even if I can't put it on my face, I can't deny it in my heart. I am thinking of her.

In front of her eyes, she gave her things, soap boots, robes, cymbals, and sachets. Everything is placed in her house, only to smell the warmth of the little woman on the upper layer, and look pleasing to the eye. Moved the place, but it is not easy to use. Then I read her imposing glimpse in the main house, Zong Zhenglin's closed eyes, slightly tightened.

It is the dream of playing with him, the woman is also not honest.

The more I think about it, the softer the body, and the surrounding is like a soft fragrance. Taking a deep breath, Zong Zhenglin’s eyebrows jumped into the breath of the chest and abdomen, and as he suddenly held his breath, he was so depressed.

The forehead was gently touched by a small hand. The master got closer, the nose was familiar with the taste and he got into the lungs, and the body pores were relaxed. The original blockage was also a bit of a brisk.

"Is it feverish?" The woman sighed with surprise.

After a while, the small hand squeezed the sputum to wipe the forehead and sweat. Because of the closeness, the woman exhaled the heat just in his cochlea. Zong Zhenglin did not blink, only quietly let her play.

After that, the woman twisted the towel again, first the net face, then shook his wrist and quietly pulsed.

Like a sigh of relief, whispered "I am fine." After the footsteps, it is time to go out with him. The suffocating suffocation of the six-year-old Historic House gradually dissipated. Even with his eyes closed, the tight lips can be eased.

After a long time, she never heard her footsteps approaching. Zong Zhenglin frowned and slowly blinked. The room was quiet and there was no second person. The candlestick shines on the screen, and the landscape is light and elegant, and there are no women's silhouettes against it.

"Defic." Zong Zhenglin screamed. It’s just that he is confused and has a dream, or is she really coming.

Suddenly summoned by His Royal Highness, a defending spirit quickly rushed into the house.

"What is the command of His Royal Highness?" It was so easy to be quiet and quiet for an afternoon.

Zong Zhenglin was sober-minded until he was called to stand in front of him. How do you ask this question? If the question is too direct, it seems that he is looking forward to her. The husband can do this...

The six halls of the temple were frowning and thinking, but they did not say a word.

The defending scalp is numb. Being stared at by the Highness, it is very strange to see. In the eyes of the master, it seems that there is annoyance, it seems to be awkward, and it seems to bring a bit of doubt. With such a complicated mind, where can the Guardian Command be able to figure it out clearly.

If you don't have the courage to talk, you can only pick the middle and listen to it, and secretly please this one. "His Highness, if you are tired, you can help you to lie down and rest for a while? Yao said, he has been sitting for a long time, and he has to change his position from time to time."

When the defending champion said that in the latter half of the period, he suddenly found that his high-definition eyes were slightly closed, and his eyes suddenly sharpened. Such a big change is to be dull, and it is also necessary to find out exactly what this is meant.

When the great people were blessed to the soul, they suddenly opened their mouths. The next step is to speak smoothly.

"Yao master said, you don't care about your own body, it is impossible to do it. At this point, the master took the person to the small kitchen, saying that he is going to tell people to make some useful food for you."

Sure enough, as the saying goes, His Royal Highness immediately eases. Actually, he also raised his hand and let him hold on to lie down...

The defending squad slammed out of the door, and was only able to get up and down by His Highness, and his hands were cold and sweaty. I knew that the master had told him to go in to confirm this, and he should have taken the initiative to explain it.

Your Highness, if you want to know, you should ask directly. You don't open your mouth, but you can touch the doorway. In the past, which question was asked, it was so scary...

There is also the scourge of the body, and it really brought it. The man is still far away in the small kitchen, and he has almost lost his master.

Such a complaint, Wei Daren suddenly found it very horrified, as if the two masters are good or not, he is the one who was dragged down by the Yao master? To draw such a conclusion, the defending back is straight, and it is calmly standing under the gallery.

Not afraid, His Royal Highness is in front of him, and Yao’s master is the first scourge, and he should not be directed at him.

Mu Xiyao entered the house again, called Molan to put the food box, and walked to the bed before standing. Leaning closer, not the slightest, so soft and greasy to call people.

"His Royal Highness?" A few days have not seen, Zong Zhenglin, the man who beat the iron, can actually lose a little. On the chin, the cyan scum took off his head, and Mu Xiyao gently stroked it. "If your priest wakes up, use some food first, then serve the shaved noodles?"

Boss, what time do you want to be emotional? Don't think that you close your eyes, you don't know if you are awake at this moment. If this is not the case, you only have to touch it so gently, what is your face!

Seeing Zong Zhenglin still did not respond, Mu Xiyao held his arm and leaned closer.

Yes, people who are sick, there are also pendulums. But why are you still awkward, you should not forget it?

As soon as the eyeballs turned, Mu Xiyao suddenly sighed. "It was originally the imperial court who was impatient and waited for it." Some of the grievances in the tone, it was necessary to stand up and get up and retire.

Zong Zhenglin’s nephew burst open and looked at her, and there seemed to be a small flame rising.

Mu Xiyao secretly secretly laughed and laughed. The disease is spoiled and sold, and this set of cockroaches has already been played. Although your Highness is really cold, but you are proud of the temper, you have not changed half a minute.

Nearly looking at him, Mu Xiyao squinted his eyes and looked surprised, only to find that he was awake.

"His Highness is waking up now, can you feed the food and serve it?"

Zong Zhenglin looked at the woman in front of her face, smiling and gentle, and hated her teeth and couldn’t make a fire. If he does not blink, does this woman really give him away?

"If the temple is not awake, where is the Jiaojiao?"

Mu Xiyao’s heart was so happy that he couldn’t help but laugh out loudly, and he was desperately trying to keep his own hand, and he was extremely reluctant to maintain a serious face.

"If the temple is not awake," you also know that it is "if it is"? The three hundred and two silvers buried in your house are digged...

"I turned back and told the people to put the food on the hoe."

Zong Zhenglin’s stagnation is a stagnation, and there is a kind of annoyance that is calculated. This mixed thing, this time is not wise and savvy... It’s better to save some strength than to be mad at her. Cold face slowly sitting up, Mu Xiyao looked, hurriedly held his arm, and added a soft pillow cushion behind him. Seeing that he sat comfortably, he turned back to open the food box and ate the porridge, and took two dishes of light side dishes.

Sitting sideways on the bed, blowing the spoon, bumping with the lips, the heat is just right, so I sent it to Zong Zhenglin.

"His Royal Highness, you can taste it. Keep it in the kitchen. Add the bamboo shoots and mushrooms, and the heat is just right."

Zong Zhenglin hangs his throat, and his eyes stay in the place where her lips touch. When I look up again, I am very close to swallowing my mouth. I only have half a spoonful of it, which is called Mu Xiyao.

Seeing her not seeing, Zong Zhenglin’s nephew was deeper. After the early morning of that day, he never touched anyone again... This time I met Mu Xiyao, who was close to me. I don’t know if it’s rich, or the size of the small shirt is not enough. The chest was full and straight, so it was reflected under his eyes. When the waiter was inadvertently slamming and touching, he called him a little hotter on the face.

In the past, Zong Zhenghui said the most, it was the man who met Mei Ji. The first thing I thought was that I was always stunned and pressed to be happy. At that time, he stood idly by, and he was extremely disgusted with the appearance of a prince, and he felt that it was unbearable. Now I changed my face to Mu Xiyao, and I actually gave birth to mourning. Some of the face couldn’t be hanged, and the swallowing movement naturally slowed down.

"His Royal Highness, don't you?" Mu Xiyao leaned over his neck and looked confused, waiting for him to show.

Zong Zhenglin breathed a mess. This is like a snow-white neck... I want to answer the most, but it is "required."

Stretching his face and waving his hand to signal her to withdraw, Mu Xiyao had to order it. He waited for him to lick his mouth and look at the hour, it was already at the end of the application. The sky is also dark, it seems to fall.

Mu Xiyao got up and called to Molan, simply cleaned up Zong Zhenglin for laundry, and then turned back when he was hitting his heavy twilight.

"His Royal Highness?"

"What about taking clothes?"

"Get it back in the house and wash it."

"Go back at this time?" Zong Zhenglin looked bad.

Mu Xiyao seemed to be unaware of it, hanging his head and continuing to organize his clothes. "There is no one in the house of Dan Ruoyuan. There are two small people in the family who need to look after it. There is a squat in the body of the temple, and I will come back tomorrow morning. I will scrape the face and pick it up."