The Beloved Imperial Consort

Mu Xiyao squatted, whispering a few words, the little feet rubbed Zong Zhenglin's leg side, the side face buried deeper, and he slept sweetly.

Was awakened by her a few times, and Zong Zhenglin’s nephew was clear. The vigilance of martial arts throughout the year has long since become an instinct.

Seeing the little woman clinging to his chest, his back turned into a ball, his fingers curled up slightly, and he rested under the chin. When he was sleeping with the two small ones, his mouth gradually appeared a smile.

The elbows propped up the upper body, and the fingertips gently lifted the broken hair covering her face. The original soft eyes were gloomy.

Mu Xiyao porcelain white delicate face on the right side, attached to the lower jaw, a scar of meat pink slightly raised into the eyes. The line of sight moved down, and the neck was equally striking, but it was a hindrance to his eyes.

Zong Zhengying... It is time to let her move farther.

After this sin, I was fortunate that the little woman was open-minded. If it was because of the change of temperament... Zong Zhenglin looked bad.

The fingers gently stroked her lower jaw neck, and the anger gradually dissipated. With it, it is a pity that is in the bottom of my heart. After that, she hurts her a little more. Mo told her that she was suspicious of his affection only for the color.

Leaning over and kissing her side, the tip of her tongue licked the wound, and Zong Zhenglin’s eyes were dull and waveless. At the moment, the two people have thin clothes and a close look at the skin. It is difficult to suppress the morning fire.

In the evening, she is not in a minority, how can it be so easy to be emotional...

"Jiaojiao." Close to Mu Xiyao's ear, Zong Zhenglin reached out and fiddled with her meat and exquisite earlobe.

Mu Xiyao's eyeballs fluttered slightly, and the lips squirmed twice, muttering, and no movement.

Not enough to sleep. After pregnancy, I have not been diligent.

Zong Zhenglin is a pity, so that when she is awake, she does not know what to do with her life, and she can only do it by himself and ask for some sweetness.

In the confusion, Mu Xiyao felt that the body was uncomfortable, and the whole body was bound tightly, and the breathing seemed to be more and more unsatisfactory. Want to call out loud, but was blocked. Inexplicably, she gradually pulled her into the sea of ​​love, and waved into waves.

"His Highness, I can't stand it. Can you wander around?" The soft voice of the morning, with a reliance on the day, clearly plunged the busy Zong Zhenglin.

"It’s just a break. The temple doesn't disturb you." Seeing her tired and tired, she was really tired. Zong Zhenglin sighed with enthusiasm and only held people in his arms. The big hand smashed her calves and still backed. Against the body, catch the jade feet that have long been remembered and play gently.

Last night, it was these little feet, and the meat whipped in his leg roots until he was teased in his arms. Mu Xiyao died and sighed.

Now that Jin Lian is in the hand, Zong Zhenglin is not afraid of her screaming again.

First of all, she still loves her toes, and she has a lot of enthusiasm. The slender fingers took advantage of the situation, climbed over the ankles, and stroked the legs along the straight legs.

How did he start thinking again? Zong Zhenglin himself did not know how to be photographed by Mu Xiyao.

The more he pondered, the more he took up his mind and the soft touch of his hands, which really made him unable to eliminate the anger.

Where is Zong Zhenglin's person who has suffered from grievances, and he can't afford to leave his hands again and again, and the beautiful woman is lying in front of him. Isn't it just the desire to suppress him for a long time?

Molan took a small waiting at the gallery, and kept from the time of Chen to the time when he was at the time. I still didn't see the two masters getting up, only had to go to the small kitchen for the third time, and the breakfast had to be warm.

Wei Mumu had a face and looked up at the neck in the independent courtyard.

His Highness was short of several times and lacked morning exercises. Apart from the first time, the rest was due to the inexpressible reason, so that he had to wait for a long time outside the main gate of Yao.

What is wrong with the beauty, is it that the Yao master is such a powerful person? Can make the history of chilling, the one-of-a-kind can not get up, this body, it is no wonder that Yao master in the backyard is a big one, rampant.

Only defending the donkey did not know, even if Zong Zhenglin’s head was up late, it was because of the ridiculous thing that the enchanted woman was dreaming, and he sat alone and squatted with himself.

As soon as the afternoon arrived, Mu Xiyao, who had supplemented some of his spirits, was helped by Zong Zhenglin, and he was waiting for him to change clothes in his arms. Seeing her squinting and being able to sleep again at any time, Zong Zhenglin finally realized that this time, it seems that she has suffered too much.

"Use the meal and go to the afternoon." The tone is distressed.

Not to mention it, I mentioned that Mu Xiyao came to the fire.

The man went out of his way and actually bullied her body and body, and pressed people to resist. Almost alive and let her die.

"Your Highness speaks without trust, and he swindles with swearing." Despite his lack of strength, Mu Xiyao did not forget to complain, and verbally compared him with him.

"Ran. It is sinful with Jiaojiao." The six halls of the whole body are refreshing, and they have benefited, and they never sneak up on some fools.

People who are praised for being strict and correct, privately occasionally reneging on words, licking women, there are also.

What about sin? The ghost believed that Zong Zhenglin was sincere and knew what he was. I am afraid that this man is secretly smug, and has recovered many benefits from her. Yesterday, there was a slap in the face, and there was no way to mention his face.

Mu Xiyao was so ridiculous that he immediately rushed to the past, biting Zong Zhenglin's ear, mouth um ah ah venting more than anger. If she is not sore, she can't hold Zong Zhenglin's face and face with a board.

Big boss narrow-minded, capricious, awkward bully!

Mu Xiyao took the initiative to vote, and it was very popular with Zong Zhenglin. Such an intimate attitude is exactly what he likes. Lazy to change the position, let her play under the eyelids, so I took a leisurely ride on the waist, and reached for a piece of almond cake to put her near.

Mu Xiyao sucked his nose and turned his head with the fragrance.

“Yihefang pastry, Jiaojia loves.”

When the voice fell, I saw the person who was still licking his teeth. He actually supported his arm and took the initiative to get out of the body. So he opened his mouth and bite it up. That look, actually with the two fat rabbits in the next courtyard, squatting in Mu Xiyao before the radish is generally no different.

Zong Zhenglin chuckled and kissed her forehead, and looked down on Mu Xiyao's anger and became more and more interesting.

Very good, noisy but also rabbit temper. It’s delicious and good to give, and with this woman’s acre of three-point land, she is so promising.

Take a piece of cake, but see the woman's neck back, it seems to be waiting to see.

"This is not to be done, it is not as good as the palace, but it can only be fooled with the small diced beans." Abandoning the look at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, Mu Xiyao opened the Zong Zhenglin big hand, chin swayed, indicating the six halls to give a wait.

"His Highness is feeding the shortbread." Yes, this is also picky.

Zong Zhenglin was funny, turned and sent the sweet-scented osmanthus cake to his mouth, and then handed the shortbread to feed this delicate girl.

When she ate three or two full, and called Molan to the ****, it was so small and small, very patient to see her slowly swallowing.

“Women’s celebration?” The woman clearly remembered her son, but she refused to say it. She turned to the bend and mentioned his son in front of him, and she thought carefully.

Mu Xiyao licks the lips, squatting under the small mouth, smiles. Pulling down Zong Zhenglin’s neck, Duan’s mouth printed a kiss on his face.

"I don't want to talk about it. Waiting for His Royal Highness to open, the niece will not blame the sly body. You can be clever." Chong Zongzheng Lin raised his eyebrows, Mu Xiyao a pair of scorpions water bright, deep eyes Everywhere is the sorrow of "Where are you?"

Zong Zhenglin knocked on her head, and the look was still soft, but if there was income in her heart. Shu Shu, this time, afraid of cooling her heart?

Mu Xiyao, the person who is really proud of the top, can not be succumbed to others. If it is wronged, it will be like this, and will not reveal the true heart, only to achieve the purpose around the idea of ​​the bend. In exchange for the weekdays, she should have entered the palace to make a means to sell and sell in front of Shu.

Then, find out her temper, and raise it like this. If I got this uneasy, I didn't expect her to be sensible.

"People can clean up the house and pick up their son to return to the government tomorrow. Should you be satisfied with this?"

Things are done! Mu Xiyao smiles and blooms, Ming Yan recruits people.

"His Royal Highness," Mu Xiyao glared at his waist, and immediately swayed and pity, and he was insatiable. "You are more than a bit sloppy, not too much. You are not greedy."

This also made her dare to export. Zong Zhenglin felt that this unruly invitation to the pet sounded acceptable.