The Beloved Imperial Consort

In the warmth of the credit, the dim candlelight reflected Mu Xi Yao's face ruddy, people are pretty and delicate.

Zong Zhenglin patted her back, and her eyes closed and her breathing was light. Mu Xiyao's head rested on his chest, and the man's heartbeat was strong and steady, steady and steady. It is said that she is obedient, and when she is sleepy, her eyes are fighting, and Zong Zhenglin has not adhered to the rules. She only took her into the house to change clothes and wash.

At this time, the two men fell asleep and went to sleep.

Covered with the body is the red, the new hundred sons and grandchildren, and the sheets are her favorite all-round and rich peony. This is a picture of Ji Qing, the night out of the bed to make incense, than the full house in the red squint to scan a circle, I always feel that something is wrong. After a while, she was suddenly stunned. She accidentally violated the ancestral system.

This is the face, but it is not what she can use. Why did Zong Zhenglin not mention the point when the two men discussed it? Until now, lying in bed, Mu Xiyao still remembers to hang this matter.

"His Royal Highness, I never thought about comparing with Helian." When she chose the pattern, if she remembered it correctly, the whole booklet, where is the Xiangyin quilt? It is almost a blushing red, in addition to it, it is a bright yellow gold. This made her neglect the past, looking at the festive colors, and eagerly pointed out the style in front of Zong Zhenglin.

Now I want to come, the book is clearly Zong Zhenglin brought into the house, but this man urged her to pick the suit.

After listening to her, Zong Zhenglin still closed his eyes and retired. After a while, he lazily opened his mouth.

"It will be rewarded when the temple is in the year." Although the name is not enough, the cost is not deducted. In the case of Zong Zhenglin, his ancestral system was not a minority. Plus for the consideration of Mu Xiyao, but also add two more.

Mu Xiyao stayed on his chest. It is almost possible to think about it, and it is hard to guess this one.

Your Highness, your identity is the prince, and you have not heard that you can truly enjoy this grace. It was Yuan Chengdi, and he did not see the ancestors’ rules.

"Don't think too much, so is the celebration clothes."

Can that be the same? He is your son and the emperor. The Shu is so spoiled, that is, the old man has seen it, and he often laughs.

Just want to inquire into the boss, Yuan Cheng Di An eyeliner can be cleaned up. When you get to your mouth, you can't get out of it anyway. Even more so that her Zhang Huan thing, replaced the beggar, only called Mu Xiyao shame and annoyed.

This afternoon, Zong Zhenglin went out with the door until he returned to the government. I also played with Chengqing for a while, but now I have forgotten the things that make her the most embarrassing.

The clothes look a little sticky, and this matter, how should she open her mouth...

"How, can't sleep?" Just yawned again and again, but it was quiet at this moment. Zong Zhenglin slowly squinted and only condensed God, and then he saw the little woman's face blushing under the eyes. It was obvious that it was harmful.

Fengmu swept her look, and Zong Zhenglin’s nephew smashed.

"How is it?" Mu Xiyao was so taut. If you are awkward, you will be dissatisfied with the two words. What is the meaning of asking questions today?

"Jiaojiao." The third time to call people, the tone brought a tough.

Mu Xiyao can't avoid it, so shameful, she can only bite her teeth.

The little hand smashed Zong Zhenglin's palm, and the scorpion closed to death. The lip was too strong because of the previous sigh. When it was released, it immediately filled with blood, blushing, soft and sweet.

He noticed that his suddenly stiff body, Mu Xiyao's neck was full of blush. It’s too embarrassing to say this thing. It’s very uncomfortable to turn around and tell him to know.

Zong Zhenglin was shocked by the palm of his hand. The shape of his hand... was it full of himself? Such a fragrant situation, only one thought, covering the palm of her chest, it gradually became hot.

There was a man’s heartbeat screaming in the ear, and the more he saw it, the more he urged Mu Xiyao to move.

At this time, it is absolutely impossible to...

"His Highness, can you turn your back?" Today, the laurels were returned to Mufu and their sons and daughters were reunited. At this time, I had to raise my milk and I had to pick it up.

Zong Zhenglin looked deep and gaze at her, and slowly released his hand. The palm of your hand is empty and your hand is lost.

She was crossed by the little woman herself, and she was close to the skin through a thin coat. Inadvertently touched where, like the fire of the original, the stars spread a little.

"Puzzle the fox." Even if he had a desire, Zong Zhenglin still remembers that Mu Xiyao was not cold. Did not get up and take things for her, it is intended to avoid unnecessary touch, so as not to lose control to hurt her roots.

In response to the promise, Mu Xiyao went out to the outside and took out a thing from the cage, but it was specially used to milk the woman. When I went back to the house, I sat down on the chaise longue, not far from the sleeping place, and turned my body back, so as not to be able to attract Zong Zhenglin.

Lying on the couch, the ear is the sound of her unbuttoning clothes. She turned over in a hot, Zong Zhenglin face to the inside, the breath has not yet calmed down, and she saw the credit on the wall just by candlelight. , reflected the silhouette of the woman half.

It was such a glance that Zong Zhenglin could hardly remove his gaze, only sinking his throat, staring at her silhouette.

The woman on the wall raised her arms halfway and picked up her clothes. He took a side and placed a drainage at the tip, accompanied by a "tick" milking sound. Only so alone, Zong Zhenglin is already tight in the lower abdomen. Until Mu Xiyao's hand squeezed gently, the picture finally attracted him to breathe and stagnate, and the eyes of the blind man blazed.

Zong Zhenglin’s scalp was numb, and he felt that he was thinking and looked at Mu Xiyao. He felt that the little woman was soothing alone.

When he closed his eyes, Zong Zhenglin’s forehead leaped wildly and the five fingers became a fist. In the room where the dragon was burned, the back of the coat sweated.

The intention was to restrain the distraction to think about politics, and then not to look at the scene, the unclear milking sound in the ear, ticking and irritating him upset.

Mu Xiyao blushes, thinking that Zong Zhenglin is afraid to hear this movement. Such a shameful thing, she hated not to sew, and no longer see people. Obviously, it is an initiative to avoid and go, how to reverse the opposite, some want to cover the hook, meaning...

Due to shame, Mu Xiyao only wanted to finish the game earlier, and he accelerated the movement. This scene is seen in the eyes of Zong Zhenglin, which makes him want to stop. Just right at this time facing Mu Xiyao, Zong Zhenglin was almost guilty and impatient, could not help but hand in the pants into the pants...