The Beloved Imperial Consort

Upon returning to the house, Zong Zhenglin strongly urged Mu Xiyao to sincerely advise him to clean up the house. Living in a room, he used it back to the government.

At this moment, the little woman was anxious to look at her son, just to make him empty.

"how is it?"

"The emperor intends to let the Eighth Hall enter the main household to check the grain and silver, and attach great importance to Chen Tingyu's request. Tomorrow's early morning, the sacred will be down." There was suddenly one more person in the room, wrapped in black body, thin and capable.

Zong Zhenglin’s eyes are bright and his mouth is high. "Great, keep an eye on it."

Got the command of His Royal Highness, and the Dark Guard led the whole body, and disappeared without a trace.

He got the news and he "illed a sickness" early. After the majority of the month, this errand really fell on Zong Zhenghan. Want to join hands with the Prince? According to the money made by the Ministry of the household, this work is not so good.

In the case of Liuzhou, the clue has already appeared. The Prince wants to protect himself. If he does not endure the broken arm, he has to do it with Zong Zhenghan. When it was time, it was the drama of brother and brother, or the dog biting the dog. Zong Zhenglin was very much looking forward to it.

However, tomorrow’s imperial edict, the little woman may be aware of it immediately. This illness caused her to soften her temper. Tomorrow... Sixth Highness is quite a headache.

When the tray was entered into the house, he saw that his spirit was still good. Mu Xiyao twisted the towel, put a saponin on him, and used a razor to help him take care of the scum.

The two were sitting opposite each other, and the middle table was withdrawn, and they crossed each other. It looked very close from the side.

On one side of the window, the spring and the hustle and bustle, warm and shining on the body, Zong Zhenglin Shutan closed his eyes. The whole body is her sweet smell, the small hand holds him squatting, the face of Mu Xiyao knuckles gently slips over, the razor is cool and scratched.

No one except her can hold the blade, so close to his throat.

He believed her, but could not sit and watch her secretly squander the trust he gave. Fengmu Weiqi, the woman's eyebrows are exquisite, the face is pale, and the expression is focused.

趁 She sideways to wipe the saponin, Zong Zhenglin hands on her waist, bringing people gently into my arms.

Mu Xiyao was shocked. He quickly lifted the razor high and left him as far as possible. If it is a big idea, it hurts him, and he still doesn't find her to settle accounts!

Seeing her horrified and avoiding, her eyes were obviously worried. Zong Zhenglin’s heart was soft, and the face with the scented scented eyes slowly smiled.

"Don't be afraid, Jiaojiao can't hurt this temple."

Mu Xiyao put down the razor and turned back to look at him with evil. "Oh, nature is better than the hand of the temple!" It is also better than your old man to say a word, life is like a mustard. What's more, this man has also made a lot of effort for her, and Mu Xiyao is very worried.

The anger squeezed his handsome face, and the two small hands smashed all kinds of sorrowful temperament on Zong Zhenglin's face. Mu Xiyao had a small face and a slight relief.

Since today, she is also a person with capital. When you brag, you can say the last sentence: chilly, such as Jian'an, is not a shackle - round and flat!

In this way, the previous suffocation was swept away. Deceived by the emperor, it is a matter of course. It was taken care of by the emperor. Only she, so condescending, pressing him to do nothing, is the top of the wind. At least one of the novels she has seen, there is not a favorite is to knead the emperor for fun.

"Jiaojiao." Zong Zhenglin is dangerous.

"You are thick and thick, and you have to work harder." Thick on the face, not a swearing word? Mu Xiyao said that he had no choice but to think about it. It is a pity that the Sixth Highness is quick-thinking and has not missed her meaning.

When she had to start again, Zong Zhenglin suddenly raised her face, and she smacked her face straight.

The right face was wet and sticky, and Mu Xiyao screamed and wanted to jump. However, Zong Zhenglin buckled his back and changed his side to continue to do evil.

"Hello with the music." The man smirked into the ear, Mu Xiyao dismissed the loud voice, only heard that Zhao Wei and Wei Wei were greatly relieved.

Is this a sign of rain and fine weather?

"Smelly and annoying!"

"The delicate aroma and the temple are good."

There was a lot of fun and laughter in the room, and I heard the two face each other. It seems that this is going too fast. Layers of haze, jumped into honey and oil?

In the night, Zong Zhenglin was very honest. Except for the dry-handedness of the hairy hands, there was no such thing as the actual move.

It turns out that this man is guilty! Indirectly, it also refutes Zhao Wei and Wei Wei’s conjecture. After the haze layer has passed, it should be a thunderstorm.

Mu Xiyao’s face was blue and his face was still suffocating.

I thought she was the one who had the confidence and wisdom. Today, I know that this man has been plotting, but everything is just the way.

When did Chen Tingyu play on the table? Before the bachelor's feast! Zong Zhenglin knew that in addition to him, Yuan Chengdi had to choose the person who entered the main household, only Zong Zhengming and Zong Zhenghan. It is a pity that the subordinates of Zong Zhengming have already been in Liuzhou. In order to avoid the suspicion, Yuan Chengdi’s eyes will only fall on him and Zong Zhenghan. So the man made an early effort and picked himself up early.

This **** told her to think that it was a long time, I don’t know how many jokes he showed. Most hateful, he actually cooperated with her, let her little tricks go!

What pressed the hills, it is clear that Wuzhishan is dead and dead, and she is half-moving! At this moment, the dust settled. He played enough, and naturally he was very kind with her.

According to the blackness of this man's belly, she remembered Yu Yao in her heart, and maybe he was counted where he went!

"Jiaojiao, the temple is ill. It is true that you hate to act with your back. It is also true." Zong Zhenglin is calm and self-satisfied, and is patient with her.

It was a bit bullying her. But when you leave, all your thoughts are true and true, and you don't have a bit of falsehood. Seeing her ghost spirit and his vindictiveness, it is not that there is no real anger. When I was most annoyed, I couldn’t help but get back and catch people.

Love and anger are all due to her. Even if he controls the overall situation, there are such people who can't help him.

Mu Xiyao sat on the stool, soft and soft, and looked at Zong Zhenglin more and more wronged.

The man angered her, and she also had a time. Where did he know that he still had a heart to play, but only that she was busy in the ****, but did not find the real benefits. The only smug "hand", or he deliberately moved, saved the meaning of the inside.

The little nose is pumping, and the teardrops are falling straight down.

Zong Zhenglin has seen the appearance of Mu Xiyao. Immediately changed his look.

Hold up and sit on the edge of the bed, the arm will shrink into a small group of people, tightly in his arms. The eyebrows are tight and the jaws are tight.

From an impatient woman crying, naturally no one dares to touch the mold in front of him. Where is it like this in the arms, the pears are raining with a little bit of sorrow, the little mouth is smashed, and the whole face is gone.

The most famous is Zong Zhenglin's heart. This has always been deceitful. I don't know if it is intentional. I still silently shed tears. When I fell on his chest, I suddenly changed into a cry, and my nose and tears went to his robe.

The person who loves the cleansing on weekdays is also exposed to rain and has to change clothes immediately. Now holding a sly woman, Zong Zhenglin can't open his hand anyway.

The face was extremely ugly, and the sixth time the Sixth Highness responded to Mu Xiyao’s crying posture, and it was completely impossible to parry. Only the heart followed, and as she sobbed, the tingling was sore.