The Beloved Imperial Consort - Chapter 457

"Mother, the people in the palace said that you are the best at nursery. If you are seven years old, can you smear the fragrance?" Rong Hui’s little princess loved her childhood, and her eyes were covered with a layer of grease powder. Every time Mu Xiyao dresses up, the little girl who is carving the jade is always stretching her neck and padding her toes, and her eyes can't be moved for a moment.

The woman who was worried about the mirror swayed slightly, squinting at the man on the chaise couch, with a kindness and a smile on her lips. "Isn't you asking the meaning of your father? You know, the emperor may not like the woman." Excessive dressing."

"Really?" The little girl was blind and confused, and between the dress and the father, he was very suspicious. After a long time, he pulled his head and the commissioner went to the past and took up the Jian'an clothes. He barely nodded. "It’s a little late for the father."

This woman... went to provoke glory. Jian'an leaned over and picked up the little girl, pinching her pink face, and attached a few words to the little princess.

Ronghui is rare, can suppress the child's curious nature, and tighten his father, Jian'an heart is exceptionally satisfied.

Touching her hair, Zong Zhenglin and the little princess promised. "The glory of the glory of the glory will be beautiful. If you are a mother."

Long live a word, boasting a big one and a small show a smile. The enchantress is facing the person, the more the posture is swaying, holding the mirror around, and picking up the elegant white jade, with the earrings, only to be satisfied.

Turning back to his eyes, he was tired of being in the relatives, and he was stunned by the lazy head who did not want to go to the study room to read the words, and he came down from Zong Zhenglin. She also took Zhao’s hand and looked back at the emperor in two steps. She was very reluctant to show her milk. "It’s only a long time to go. I have to come back to accompany my father to eat."

Oh, rare! The sorcerer’s sorrowful girl’s arrogance to the emperor’s heart is very unspeakable. But the man just turned his head and provoked Xiao Ronghui to smile.

In the waiting room, there was no pony butt, and Mu Xiyao took the cup of tea and handed it to him.

"There has been a series of rains in recent days, and the tide is getting bigger. I always feel that this tea has not been eaten before. At the end of the year, people sent Zhou Gongshan's good tea into the palace, and the courtiers asked people to move the tea set and join you. Half-mountain gazebo tea. There is also the Dahongpao of Wuzha. Although you don’t like it very much, occasionally you can change the taste...”

Her ear is whispering, soft and soft. Zong Zhenglin lie on the side of the bed, one hand with elbows, and the eyes are half-closed.

The woman in front of her eyes is bright and beautiful, and she is beautiful. Porcelain white delicate skin, water and tenderness, no less than the 15 or 6 girls. Emei seems to be caged with smoke clouds, a pair of beautiful glass. It is not a word, just staring at people so quietly, but it also contains thousands of words.

Really beautiful!

Especially at this moment, half-folding eyes, small stand-up collar exposed snow white. Sneak peek at his little eyes and look in his eyes, but the heart is like being scratched with a feather, and it is crisp and numb.

This woman is not happy with his time. Come and marry him!

Because Mu Xiyao is still filthy for the adults, the man who has been married for several months, where she received a delicate and decent one. When the emperor's body began to move, he stunned this untimely temper to a few steps away, and was full of thoughts on the emperor's body on the next year's good tea.

She was so resistant to **** that she had soaked up the tea. The talents just took the tea pot and went to the front, and they were slowly pulled into their arms by the man who had been moving.

This look... Mu Xiyao gave him a look. Boss adults are addicted to meat, and this is a very bad time.

"You don't taste it?" The small hand held the porcelain bowl and slid it under his eyelids. Zong Zhenglin flashed a light, just holding her wrist and sipping a cup of tea.

Eating tea is not honest. It was uncomfortable to see him with a burning gaze, and Mu Xiyao sideways, and he would take back his hand. Unexpectedly, he was clamped by his five fingers, and the semi-transfer could not.

The man took the tea bowl in her hand and set it aside, gently stroking the veins between her wrists with her fingertips. This was watched by his deep eyes, and Mu Xiyao gradually fainted his cheeks.

"It’s like a twenty-eight woman." The man’s deep eyes seemed to be rolling her in. Not as much as her reaction, it was already leaning over her lips and tongue, and the palm of her waist was tight.

"Why are you going to be in the main palace, how is it?"

Zhonggong...

Mu Xiyao looked up and stared, and the house was quiet.

It was clear that his eyes were compelling, his neck was stunned, and he groaned in a hurry. He sighed for a long while, and softly returned the sentence "I don't want to."

This is what she is, and she is not obeying it.

Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, Zong Zhenglin covered a few disappointments.

"Zhao Ling, I will stay with you."

Live the same hole, die with the same. With the test of the king, it will be her.

"I wouldn't bow to her like this?"

"What should I bow to her?" His arm was even more powerful. "Chen Chen loves her son and she wins a lot of her. He Lian's only takes up the name. People have gone, not worthy of the annual sacrifice. She is still respectful in front of her position. When people are alive, you still protect the court. Hey, isn’t it time to come to the ruling party?”

Gas grumbled and frowned, twisting his body and not refusing. "You don't want to see her again, why bother to give her a gimmick."

This is to say... a breath is stuck in the chest, and Zong Zhenglin suddenly sinks his face. It is also a maverick, and she must not abandon the temple festival.

"What if you want to do it?" It was obvious that it was moving.

For a long time, he did not see him murdering her. This time, because of the Jinfeng incident, the stinky man was actually a big fire. The sorcerer’s eyes turned, and the tears were already in the blink of an eye. Looking up at the chin, Ai Ai stretched his neck. "Chen Chen can't bear his head. You really want to take it?" Said that he was afraid of losing his life, but he still went to him.

The forehead twitched, this is the first time someone has clearly dared to resist. The tip of her nose was itchy by her furry head, and she couldn't open her mouth and reprimanded her. She had to lean back and lean her neck, and she was more and more indulgent.

Can't really want her head, she can only accommodate her bad temper. Zong Zhenglin’s scorpion sank and turned over and pressed the swaying force under her body, reaching her forehead and suffocating her muscles.

"You shouldn't stand it!"

I laughed out loud. Boss adults said this, and the enchantress licked her nose. "You give it to the pet, no wonder." The little hand climbed up his brow, and the little goblin smiled sweetly, and after a few moments he grinded Zong Zhenglin without temper.

"Is it really rare?"

"Rarely dead things are doing. Are you a rare person?"

Yes, see the blood seal throat, really poke the Jian'an heart nest. Was stunned by the emperor's face, and Longevity pressed the person to kiss the little mouth.

"Zhaoling, can not be rejected."

Both of them mean that they are well aware. Knowing that you can't go against him anymore, the enchantress nodded.

She is awkward, but she doesn't have to worry about her death.

"Don't be buried."

... well, the scars have forgotten the pain. I have mentioned this for a long time, and now the old things are mentioned again. Zong Zhenglin only hated that she could not swallow her.

Taking advantage of his crown, the demon girl whispered for her own defense. "Afraid of pain, but also afraid of cold."

I have never seen such a blind look! When it was time to please him, the woman was full of tricks, knowing that he had provoked him, and he was not afraid of the death everywhere, one after the other.

"Long live, don't be angry, the courtier is not a curse. The meaning of the courtier is that you don't want to walk behind you. It's as sad as watching your mother. The courtier thought that if he changed himself, he would be very sad."

The man stunned as he breathed. Ben still held the hands on her side and held the man in his arms, his throat rolling, but there was never a single word.

Holding her head pressed against her chest, Zong Zhenglin’s eyes were dark and turbulent.

How can I encounter such a tormenting thing! It’s really a love and hate.

"emperor."

"Ok."

The man holding her is ups and downs, and her heartbeat is a little bit fast. Seeing that the woman was red-faced, shyly glanced at him, and the small head was buried in his heart.

"Chen Chen talks to you." The little hand swayed the top of her lower abdomen, which was quite embarrassing.

The man's back is stiff and his face can't be hanged at once. "Re-moving, believe it or not, pack up you!"

Want to cover up. Boss is angry and angry.

I waited for a long while, and the sorcerer’s nephew grew bigger and bigger. How did the thing not see the fire, but it became more and more spiritual? Then peek at the man holding her, Zong Zhenglin closed his eyes, and his forehead was densely sweated.

Mu Xiyao did not know that her body was too familiar, and the emperor smelled it.

"Do you make the internal force, can't you press it?"

Zong Zhenglin is even more annoyed. "Shut up." The little goblin breathed in his chest, and the whole man was swaying.

After restraining for a long time, there was no sign of loss of love. The man’s eyebrows wrinkled, and she got up and put her on the couch. She arranged her robes and left her a little farther away. At this time, she could not move her.

Knowing that Mu Xiyao respected Mu Jingzhen, he would be embarrassed to call her at this mouth.

Insufficient pain in the abdomen, Zong Zhenglin went to the bath room in black. "Mo is coming in."

Suddenly, he was left alone. Mu Xiyao looked at him and untied his robes and threw them at Jinping. In the blink of an eye, there was no shadow.

For a time, the room was silent. This is not the first time he left her to go to the net room alone.

There is some fever on the face, it is not difficult to guess that he is avoiding people doing things backwards. Since the death of the great adult, he has been patient, and even the past tricks did not ask her to serve. I really thought about it, but I held her relatives, and then I left in a hurry.

Not not touched...

It takes about half an hour. He got up and hugged his robe back to the couch, and he curled up inside, full of ink bamboo aroma. Boss is not there, the smell of the man still makes her feel good.

After bathing, Zong Zhenglin was wearing ink and his chest was wide open, and he walked around the screen. He saw his robes on the little things, and the purple foxes at his feet were kicked to the corner by her.

The man is slowly stopping the action of the belt. When she arrived at the bed, she leaned over to see her half a hibiscus face, a pair of small hands holding his robes, and the five fingers were dead.

The heart suddenly collapsed.

She took her clothes on her knees, and Jian'an was dark and dull. She looked at her for a long while before she turned and went outside.

The feet kept going, and her soft voice was heard in her head.

"Afraid of pain, but also afraid of cold."

"If you change yourself, it will be very sad."

If she is afraid, then take care of it carefully. She was afraid that she would be the one left, and he would bear the burden for her.