The Beloved Imperial Consort

After the little **** came over, Zong Zhengying refused to pick her favorite Wuhuan, and stopped Mu Xiyao in the middle of the road. She smiled and smiled at her. "This palace is waiting for you to plant your head." The horse intentionally hit her shoulder and hit the "unprepared" Mu Xiyao.

Looking at the man's proud back, Mu Xiyao caressed his left shoulder and turned his mouth and smiled.

Excellent, in the face of Yuan Chengdi, Zong Zhengying is more open and the faster it falls. She thought that she could not see Yuan Yuancheng. joke! How many eyes in the Ming dynasty looked at her in the dark, and later in the dark newspaper will be clearly written.

It was blocked by Zong Zhengying. When it was the turn of Mu Xiyao to pick up the horse, there were only three horses in the middle of the racecourse. The temperament of Jingzhou is arrogant, the bloodline is purely with a beautiful appearance of Mengzhou Chiyun, and the last one is a relatively ordinary Yuzhou war horse.

Mu Xiyao came to the front and did not reach out. The jade on the chest had begun to heat up.

A pair of beautiful eyes tightened, and walked back and forth in front of the three horses. It was actually no matter which one is standing, Yupei was hot and slightly hot.

In the palace, it is actually a haze, and the person who wants to take her life is pervasive. It is risky for the horse to capture the flag. It makes no sense to let people take the opportunity to start.

At one time, I couldn't tell where the problem was, even if I told the imperial family, there was no proper rhetoric. In this case, Mu Xiyao’s scorpion is a slap in the face, and the little life is a matter of course. Some means are no wonder that she is “icing on the cake”.

Reaching out and stroking the horse, in addition to the rushing nose, the other two horses are still quiet.

At the credit bureau, Zong Zhenglin took the hand and stood up. It stands to reason that the first contact with the breath of life, the three horses will never be so docile. Even the most violent rush of temperament is only a little bit irritating. What kind of means did Mu Xiyao make?

Everyone was amazed at the fact that they were quite good at dressing horses. Unlike the former prostitutes, they encountered some resistance during the horse race. Seeing that she suddenly turned her direction and strode straight to the stage.

"Starting the emperor, the slaves have something to do."

Yuan Chengdi waved his hand and refused to serve Huang Long, and raised his hand to let her look back.

"What, didn't you see it?"

"The war horses here are one of the best, and the slaves have the privilege of being the ambassador. It is the grace of the sacred sacred. It is only when the slaves look at it, they find that the horses seem to be strange. If it is not wrong, it should be a hallucinal thing. Also please the emperor. Clear."

Zong Zhengying’s sentence waited for her to hang on her head. She didn’t want to be a pun. Mu Xiyao suddenly noticed that Yu Guangzhen saw that the woman had listened to her, and the face of the short time was changed.

Mu Xiyao's words are clear, and Yuan Cheng is very good.

"Is this true?"

"The emperor, the slaves are slightly involved in the use of medicine. Although not deep, but the ordinary herbs are not misidentified. The slaves conjecture, it should be someone who used the 'fernaria' mixed in the forage."

Since you can't find the wrong place, you will be offered one by one. As long as you can avoid the horses that have problems, you can't be afraid of anyone.

"Gu Changde."

"The slave is here."

"Go, find out."

Under the order of Yuan Chengdi, Gu Changde hurriedly took the lead. "Exploring a clear", this meaning is not simple.

After a while, Gu Changde squatted with a small, embarrassed **** and ran to recover his life.

"The emperor, when the slaves arrived, the three horses were pan-red, and the hoof was arrogant. The Taipu Temple was presented with sorrow, and the side of the scorpion was true, but it was 'fern'. No doubt. It was this man who finally came out. There was no abnormality before the horse was checked."

Yuan Chengdi’s face fell, but today a polo actually led to many incidents. From this point of view, I was afraid that there was another hidden feeling in the previous case.

"Take it up and interrogate. The result is reported immediately."

"Wu Yu's daughter, Huang Guifei also has to worry about it. If it is found that there is something wrong, the newspaper knows."

Yuan Chengdi stayed at a high position for a long time, and he saw too much in the harem. Only today's affairs involve Zong Zhenglin's side, and can't be easily let go. It is an ordinary woman fighting for a fight, or someone behind the emperor is a hands-on... Yuan Chengdi’s eyes are stunned.

The former is okay, Mu is not a soft persimmon; if the latter... Yuan Chengdi closed his eyes for a long time, when he blinked, he made a decision.

"The emperor, the slave, please the emperor's purpose, and allowed the slave to borrow money from the six halls."

Yuan Chengdi is about to call Zong Zhenglin to come over, but he does not want to be a step, but it is top.

"quasi."

The matter was temporarily uncovered, and Mu Xiyao followed Zong Zhenglin to the side of the racecourse, waiting for the defending to go to the horse. Sneak up and look at the six cool eyes of His Royal Highness, Mu Xiyao decisively left two steps away.

"The fate of the fate of the life can not be afraid, but now I am afraid of the temple?" This woman's courage to expand seems to be endless.

Zong Zhenglin intended to take the opportunity to cancel the horse race, but did not want Mu Xiyao to be more and more frustrated. Just such a small thing that didn't know how to be good, he told him to be exhausted, and he couldn't help but abandon her.

Zong Zhenglin feels that today is a real fire. Early in the morning and Mu Xiyao's anger, saved a stomach and nowhere to vent, so now, this woman has repeatedly fueled the fire, and the six halls feel that the government raised the woman, Mu Xiyao, and then tired but.

"His Highness, you have a serious story to tell you." Mu Xiyao nearly half a step, only extended his thumb and index finger, picked up his sleeves and gently pulled.

Zong Zhenglin's face is a board. Very good, this woman knows that he is in the air, and dares to take the initiative to approach.

"His Royal Highness, that thing," refers to the horse that is being taken away from the distance, and the Mu Xiyao index finger has been adjusted, facing his chest, "putting it."

Originally, she also watched her playing with anger. Now she listens to her and admits that Zong Zhenglin immediately brought people to the front and looked into her equally serious eyes.

Most of the time, Mu Xiyao is not as lazy as a woman, never doing anything extra. There are certain reasons for this twist.

"What is it?"

Seeing that he did not see annoyance, he asked her directly, Mu Xiyao secretly self-deprecating, and consciously had six trusts in her.

"Don't guarantee, that horse is absolutely wrong. It's not one, but one doesn't fall. Your Highness, you ask someone to check it?" Mu Xiyao was armed by Zong Zhenglin, looking good, looking forward to Boss adults secretly support the waist and pull out the people behind her.

"Do you believe in the emperor?"

"His Highness, what you can't believe is that the little eunuch's confession. The emperor has a lot of time, and he will never keep staring at such a thing."

"What is the reason for Jiaojiao?"

"Even if it is not Zong Zhengying, she will definitely be unable to do anything with her." When it came to this, Mu Xiyao suddenly realized that he was bullied today, and he had not had time to complain with the boss.

"His Royal Highness, your emperor said, she wants to sit and watch the shackles, and throws people away." Mu Xiyao was filled with indignation, and the fire in the scorpion rose. It seems that it is not enough, and the enchantress is hot and iron has been added. "Those who lost you, lost your life."

Zong Zhenglin knows her intentions, but she can't stop her rushing. Zong Zhengying's attempt is so clear. Mu Xiyao is not exaggerated.

"After the petty and clearing, she has a good attitude." Zong Zhenglin took the breath and let it go. “Without reminding you, the temple has already sent people in the past.”

Mu Xiyao squinted and pulled his head.

Boss, you remember Zong Zhengying, why do you bring it together?