The Beloved Imperial Consort

"Master, are you okay?" Molan distressed and looked at Mu Xiyao's swollen calf, gently kneading for her.

Net overhand, Mu Xiyao took over the fragrant fruit, and returned carelessly. "Reassured, nothing." Biting down the cold juice across the throat, let her spirit two points.

"Chunlan? Can you please the doctor? Give her a box of ointments from the last time."

The little girl was twisted and rubbed in the sun for nearly half an hour, not to say whether the knee is blue or purple, or that there must be a burn on the face.

Zong Zhengying, the means of afflicting people, learned the evil habits of the harem. Princess Wei, but also a poisoned woman who was corroded by the deep palace.

"Master, why are you so patient? Your Highness knows, you will not be happy." Just so hard to give people a slap in the face, half a cup of tea, if it is His Royal Highness, it is impossible to do this.

Mu Xiyao looked away from the lotus pond outside the window, where the lotus flower had been defeated, the leaves were crumpled and pulled, and there was no more scenery in the entire pond.

"Merlan, everything can't be counted on His Royal Highness. Moreover, His Royal Highness should not intervene in this matter." Zong Zhenglin left Shengjing, and she was "bullying" to her head. If the six halls come back, they will rush out for her, and they will certainly provoke Yuan Chengdi to disappoint.

"Don't be a woman who raised her in the harem. She can pick this time, and her eyes are still there." Zong Zhenglin has already pressed her once, once again, and the six halls have lost morality.

"The four princes are more arrogant and arrogant, and my master is afraid that she will not be able to look after her."

Everyone is following the rules. The battle of this woman's family is a long and long entanglement. This is not what Mu Xiyao wants.

Mu Xiyao has always felt that it is a good way to be soft and flexible. This "just" has already been played, and "soft" seems to have not been trained enough. It’s hard to come to a very strong Zong Zhengying. How can she have to cooperate with it?

In the heart of Yuan Chengdi, how much "bad news" is needed to make him completely disappointed with this emperor? Mu Xiyao's eyes are bright and bright, and my heart begins to work hard...

Royal Palace, Imperial Study.

Yuan Chengdi looked at Zong Zhenghan, who stood in front of him, and praised him. "The errands have been done well recently. Can you have the reward you want?"

This question was asked casually, but Zong Zhenghan did not dare to be sloppy. "Father and the emperor, the children's office is a matter of difference, no need for additional awards. Other brothers' errands are well done, and the father is also praised two sentences, which is enough to encourage the children to continue to improve."

"The eight brothers said this very well. The father and the sons are all looking forward to sharing their worries for you. When the difference is certain, the prince is the only one in Shengjing, and there is no sect of Zong Zhengming and Zongzheng." A little brisk.

"The second brother has been a lot of diligent in recent days. It turned out to be a long-term advancement." Zong Zhengyu is now in a weak position, barefoot is not afraid to wear shoes, treating the Prince, not as good as before. The enemies are still sipping in front of their eyes, how can he be relieved to be an idle prince?

This is the life of carrying the head, Zong Zhenghui once succeeded, the first to kill, do not make him think, is absolutely to sing against him for more than ten years. This makes Zong Zhengyu feel relaxed at all times, and he even hates Mu Xiyao.

Yuan Chengdi’s words attracted everyone’s guns and arrows. The former chief of the army, Gu Changde, did not squint, but did not hear it.

These princes did not want to suppress dissidents all the time, and the emperor was extremely dissatisfied with this.

"Okay." Yuan Chengdi’s handwriting was on the table, interrupting the words of the Prince’s desire to export. "What is the old eight, are you all old?" This is a sign of faint anger.

The prince quickly pleaded guilty, squinting at Zongzheng’s dissatisfied stupidity. Although he was interrupted by Yuan Chengdi, his heart was very happy.

"Don't reward it. Hey, remember it, and reward it at the same time." Yuan Chengdi looked at this little son, still very satisfied.

"Old eight, since your mother died, your house is much colder. Nowadays, let Huang Guifei choose a good woman for you, but also have a personal knowledge of cold and heat, and more care." Ping Xiu passed away This little son can hardly see a smile. If it wasn’t for peace between the expressions, Yuan Chengdi thought that he would have another son like the old six.

Although Zong Zhenglin is much better than the past, the temperament is ultimately inferior to others. If it weren’t for the eldest son under the knee, and there would be a girl’s head in the house, I’m afraid he can now chanting chanting!

Yuan Chengdi looked more heavily on the sides of his son's backyard. With the success model of Mu Xiyao, the emperor intends to put a decent woman to the younger son, but he has no choice but to devote himself to the emperor.

Zong Zhenghan felt that the backyard was lacking. At the moment, Yuan Chengdi opened his mouth first, and he was naturally happy to accept it. He quickly thanked the emperor for his grace.

Out of the royal study room, the prince patted Zong Zhenghan shoulders, seems envious.

"Old eight, you are going to catch up with the kid of the old six. You can only have a few brothers who are the father of the emperor. The rest of the women, but the harem girls look pleasing to the eye, pampering the brothers. After taking care of the people, they went to the government to fill the people. But this time you are also an exception. The emperor and the emperor personally choose people, which shows that the father is valued by you."

"To talk about that Mu's, the person chosen by the father is different. Hehe..." The prince's timid gaze is not covered, and there is an attempt at Zong Zhenglin's side, which is clear at a glance.

"Where is the son of the prince, the emperor is only looking at his brother who lost his mother, and he took special care."

Zong Zhenghan seems to be unable to understand the meaning of his words, only to pick up the words. Zong Zhenglin wants to deal with it so well, and Zong Zhengyu will not stand upright now, and he will be unhappy. I want him to be in a hurry to find the other person's troubles, and the grandfather seems to see him stupid.

There is that Mu's, but he has been investigating for a while. That woman can bear, it is also easy to move. If the side of the election can have half of Mu's wrists, he will be able to rest assured that he will be able to sit still.

When the prince saw him, he was not hooked, his heart was cold, but his face continued to be hot.

Zong Zhengyu is hopeless, the remaining brothers, the five brothers Zong Zhengming, the six brothers Zong Zhenglin, the eight brothers Zong Zhenghan. Among these few people, only Zong Zhenghan is still young and tender, perhaps you can try to win. The other two have already hardened their wings, and they are not subject to the lessons. They clearly have no surrender.

Zong Zhenghan is younger than the Prince, but his eyes are much more poisonous. Look at the Prince suddenly silent, not to speak first.

Zong Zhenghui's ability is mediocre, especially the sages. How can such a character be a Prince? If it wasn’t for the sake of the scorpion, Yuan Chengdi would not be as good as him. The waste is now smashing two rare pieces of farming in the Ministry of Industry, and Yuan Chengdi valued the Ministry of Life and tried to promote it. From this point of view, Shu Yu’s mother is very expensive, and she still has some days.

After this day, Emperor Huanggui’s maiden will spread the tribute to the Eight Emperors. After the well-known Mu's in the Six Emperors' House, who can go straight to the sky and become rich?

As the major families of Shengjing rushed to the relationship and competed for the position of the emperor's side, the 100-year-old family in Helian was conducting a very secret conversation.