The Beloved Imperial Consort

Zong Zhenglin Feng Feng picked up, staring at her for a long time, gentle and laughing. The big palm gently stroked the face of Mu Xiyao, and her fingertips lingered her pink ear. The man’s voice is mellow, “I want to lift it?”

The word "lifting" was drilled into the ear, and Mu Xiyao was a spirit. Hurry up and hold Zong Zhenglin's neck and bury it in his neck.

This is not a long-term memory, but also a tiger! Mu Xiyao heart and liver tremble, secretly exhaled. Boss, did you not hear it? Have you let go of this, or will you pile up more and clear up later?

Zong Zhenglin saw that she had learned the lesson and would not mention it. The little woman is heavy and can't help but toss. Sixth Highness is planning to wipe out the people at the right time. It is best to make a breakthrough.

Anguo Temple is one of the ten ancient temples of the Great Wei, and the other temple in the suburbs of Beijing, Zhaojue Temple, is the most prosperous Buddhist temple in Shengjing. Unlike the Zhaojue Temple, the Anguo Temple is more solemn and dignified. There are three hundred and seventy-two statues of Buddha statues in the temple. In particular, in the Daxiong Hall, two statues of Buddha statues with nearly five feet of stone carvings are rare and rare.

Mu Xiyao looked solemn and solemn, and watched the big and small Buddha statues one by one. Looking at the top of the mottled oil paint, bare stone, the vicissitudes of the years. After returning to the main hall, he decided to stand up and stand for a long time. He did not bow down, but he was awe.

I don’t know what to fear, especially terrible. In this era, clarification can be the limit, in order to be stable and long-lasting.

Mu Xiyao held Molan silently, watching the benevolent believers bowing and bowing. These pilgrims are mostly wealthy women. Men, especially young men, are rare.

"The master, why don't you make a wish on the pillars?" Gao Lan was very sorry. The master came to Anguo Temple and actually went through the scene.

Mu Xiyao's eyes turned, and laughed and teased, "Oh? Want to make a wish? But why do you want to match the Lanlan?"

Listening to her drama, 蕙 blushing, snoring. Molan snickered, but he was ashamed. The master is really, the Buddha is not right before.

Mu Xiyao saw two orchids with delicate colors and shyness, and suddenly realized that this master had done too much responsibility and almost missed something big. Well, the woman’s years are not allowed to be mistaken. I have to go back and pay attention to this. Do you want the boss to give it to people first? Give her a few loyal and honest, and have a forward-looking, just to give the heart to the water tower, accounting for the cheap.

"Master please." Zong Zhenglin took the lead.

The abbot of Anguo Temple is lightly tapped and light.

"This time I went back to Beijing and thanked my Highness for the protection. The old man and the side squatted quite a bit." Remembering the female doll's eyebrows, the master smiled and smiled.

Zong Zhenglin was not surprised at the chessboard. "It must be for the master to read a joke." The woman's fault, Zong Zhenglin has a bottom. It is very impressive to be able to impress the masters of this world.

"His Highness is guessing wrong this time." Anguo Temple abbot smiled and shook his head. "Side in the heart and mind, Huigen is not shallow. The old man and his gossip, by his favor."

"Oh?" Zong Zhenglin was surprised. That woman has Huigen? I want to sleep when she eats, and wake up to the temper, and the six halls really can't see where Mu Xi Yao's Buddhahood is.

"His Highness is in the same phase." Anguo Temple abbot Bai Zifang, the chess murder is one of the clear.

"The side is enlightened in the heart, and the outside is the appearance."

Zong Zhenglin held his right hand and turned his head, turning in a direction and gently falling.

"Ranth. The temple is taught."

The abbot of Anguo Temple saw his style of chess change and smiled.

"His Royal Highness will advance again."

The two played in the Chan Academy and enjoyed the cleanliness. The head of Bodhi is secluded and the crown leaves are lush.

"Miss, I will ask for a question at this time, otherwise the lady will teach you."

He Lianzhen slammed his head. "There is no rule, and even the master can dare to discipline."

The group of people turned to the main hall, but they saw the ceremonial glory in front, very glaring. The middle woman’s brain was stunned and elegant, and the two crystal jade steps swayed.

"Who is it?" He Lian's eyes were sinister, only after a few feet to see the back, they knew that the identity of the other party was different.

Going forward, I saw that the woman took the corner and the half of the hibiscus face was fleeting. It was really a glimpse.

"Little monk, what? What? My lady asked for a sign and handed you the sign."

The young monk returned to God from the horror, and quickly calmed down and let go of the suspicion.

He Lian squatted on the futon, praying silently and shaking the sign. Waiting for the sign to fall, the resurrection has been worshipped.

The little monk saw this gesture, and then read the one just now, hey, it’s really no match.

The female donor was curious and took the sign with one hand and swayed, slamming out a sign and slamming away. That movement is so fast... He has been in Guanyin Temple for more than five years, and he has never seen any donor who has such a singularity.

Looking for a room, but seeing the woman in front of pick up the sign, whispered, "Little Master, where to sign?"

The little monk stayed for a long time, and looked silly at her sign. "Go left and go to the east."

How come two consecutive odds today?

Zong Zhenglin and the abbot of Anguo Temple were playing against each other. The first seat of Xitang was unsolicited and disturbed the two.

"The abbot master, only two female donors shake the odd sign, but also need to bother the master to solve the problem." Xitang first respectful gift.

"Oh?" The abbot of Anguo Temple was light and white.

The odd sign of a hundred years, is it two in the world?

"Please ask the two donors to move, can you have a prestige?"

The Sixth Highness is self-satisfied, where is it convenient for people to say? Put your hands on the tea, "Master is free."

He Lianzhen was waiting for the temple visitor to return to the original place, but he saw a sari coming to the front. "Please ask the female donor to accompany the Xiaoxuan Temple and the abbot will personally solve the visa for the donor." He turned and walked the Buddhist ceremony, "I am asking the brothers to find the guest in the back hall."

He Lianzhen followed the little Shami out of the door, crossed the threshold and looked back at the back of the older man.

Respected? Isn't she?

The Zen House is Qingning, and the sandalwood is light. He Lianminmin saw the person who was free to settle down and immediately recognized his identity.

"The courtiers have seen six of His Royal Highness, the abbot master." He Lianmin Min bowed his knees.

I did not expect that the Sixth Highness was actually here, and I was so familiar with the master. So the woman just now, its identity is clear.

"Master, don't let the old sign with your sign, you have to pay attention to your feet." Zhao Wei was afraid of her temper, and couldn't stand it.

"Hey, rest assured, the master and I are watching." Mu Xiyao laughed.

"This is not a sign of the next sign, obviously a look, the main son I voted a few times, but also every time you catch the same?" Visible this sign is not reliable.

Zong Zhenglin heard familiarity with the female voice, put the chess pieces, and waited for her to enter the park. It turned out that this second person was actually looking for Mu Xiyao. It is a coincidence.

Mu Xiyao stepped into the small courtyard and his eyes were bright.

"Master, you are too comfortable here, you can always sit and sit down and talk about the two games?" Mu Xiyao could not help but praise.

"The female donor has a deep Buddhist roots and can come with it."

Mu Xiyao saw the ceremony and thanked him. He sat down with Zong Zhenglin and stared at him.

"Can you have a man who is better than the master? Is it not a victory?"

The two listened to her as funny, laughing and not talking.

"The girl has seen the side."

Mu Xiyao looked at the woman on the side of her head and took the time to bow her head. "Please come."

He Lianzhen, really long-awaited.

"Where are the two female donors interpreting the signature first?" The abbot master first asked Helian Minmin to take a seat. The question was straightforward, and there was no way for others to avoid it.

"Hey? Master, you don't take a book such as this book, compare it to one or two?" The old monk, you are so empty-mouthed, so that you can hardly believe it. Mu Xiyao was puzzled to see him, very curious.

"The side squat is still such a whimsy." The abbot smiled and smiled. "When the old slogan is shallow, it is enough to solve a signature." The idea of ​​this female doll is eccentric. Even if the ordinary swearing is unsigned, it is only necessary to measure the scorpion. Why do you sign this book?

Zong Zhenglin saw her look back at the roots and handed over the Anguo Temple's unique Shuangjing white buds, drawing her attention.

Mu Xiyao sighed a bit, not arrogant, "I am really alive, my water is light and tea is good. Good tea!"

The entrance is fragrant, and the heat is relieved. Mu Xiyao was intoxicated for a moment, and he made a modest speech. "How is Miss Helen?"

"Before you ask, please."

"That's welcome." Mu Xiyao looked at Molan, signing?

Molan sighed and respectfully handed the sign. The master asked for the sign, and there was no sincerity. It was all wrong. When she saw the Zen House, she joined her mind and handed the sign to her hand. Look at the neighboring Miss Helian, but people take the sign and sit quietly.

Zong Zhenglin and the abbot of Anguo Temple have many habits about her behavior, but it is not unexpected. Only after Helen’s body was seen, he looked big and round.

Mu Xiyao has a good tea and is very serious. As for the master's release, it is a pastime.

“The side sign is singular, only signed, no solution.”

Mu Xiyao a trip. What is this?

"Side on the side of the sign, non-old can be solved."

This time Mu Xiyao was surprised, the old monk actually saw her numerology, not in this world.

"What is the signature?" Zong Zhenglin is awe-inspiring. The little woman just got out of the way, and she must never waver again.

"Huang Phoenix - Emperor Yan."

In addition to Mu Xiyao as stable as ever, all people are vibrating. Emperor Yan?

He Lian's face changed, the phoenix sign?

Mu is only Zong Zhenglin's side, how can it be a phoenix? And if this sign is fulfilled, that is to say... Sixth Highness will be enthroned?

He Lianzhen regained his vibration and his eyes were deep. The back of the Helian family will be taken away by this woman?

"Signing the numerology, the foundation is in people." Mu Xiyao did not care, anyway, followed the boss, the appearance is worse, can also be mixed with a "皇". What surprise?

"Miss Helian please."

He Lianzhen respectfully handed over the sign and waited sincerely.

The abbot of Anguo Temple closed for a long time and settled again.

"Miss Helian signed the card, the old man can be solved, but he can't say it. The signature can be told." Anguo Temple abbot returned the sign, but his eyes stayed on Mu Xiyao for a moment.

These two girls are really rare.

"Master, please."

The abbot master picked up the whites again and settled down.

"Huang Phoenix - Emperor Yan."