The Beloved Imperial Consort

Listening to her intermittent and disorderly proverb, Zong Zhenglin always looks sad. Inferred from the covert, I finally got the testimony.

The saying of ghosts and gods, the folks have their own. In the royal family, there is always awe in the worship of the ancestral temple.

As for her living example, he also saw it for the first time. Although it is very absurd, it can only be explained in the past. The scorpion gradually brought out the haze, stroking the thumb and thumbing the hand, and moving the two points quickly.

Such a shocking woman is better than earlier. The whole body is left for her.

In the past, when he was driving for a long time, Wan Jingwen could not read the twilight in his eyes. In the end, the man in the temple was so scared that he had returned to God. Only then will I realize that this life is afraid of being only between his thoughts.

"The emperor." Still the title of such a big rebellion, only Zong Zhenglin a pair of Fengmu closed slightly.

"Chen Chen, the courtiers are useful to you. The courtiers remember many great things. Like Zhuge, right, that is the father of Zhuge, who is not a clear-cut minister. He is a buddy, but the Eastern Jin Dynasty has long been buried. The dark chess of Dawei."

"And, there is..." In a hurry, the brain is messed up. Obviously, every major event is vividly in sight, and it is twisted in one place. The more it panics, the more it is said.

The woman in the house eagerly showed Zong Zhenglin that her life was left to be useful. In the outside of Mu Xiyao's drooping eyelids, shallow and clear. It is a pity.

Ben still wants to open the woman's mouth, and then marry her. Nowadays, this woman is in a hurry to go to the doctor and break her way.

With Zong Zhenglin for a long time, Wan Jingwen has never figured out the man's disposition. A woman has the ability to fight with Zong Zhenglin and will not be completely killed.

But if everything is contending, especially since it is not a pure-minded, know-how... This kind of character, in the case of Zong Zhenglin, is tantamount to saving the heart of the chicken, and it is a hindrance to him. Wild look.

It is her Mu Xiyao who is too self-sufficient and never offends the pride of being an emperor in his bones.

Wan Jingwen is so swaying, and she shows her own cards. Listening to Zong Zhenglin’s ears, she will not be more eager to kill her.

"According to what you said, if you are alone, you will not be a big business?"

The man stood up in the backlight and looked down at her. The bottom of my eyes is scornful. It was such a familiar gaze... Her last pet was asked to be sincerely in front of him, and at that time he was so casually glanced at her. Later, she understood that at that glance, she was silently mocking her.

The last refuge can't make him move. Wan's heart was horrified, and suddenly he understood that the root cause here was that he was tied to the woman.

It is very, no, she has Mu.

"The emperor, you are not rare, but the monk of Mu's has already revealed to you?" Suddenly, my heart has long hated Mu Xiyao, and she has already suppressed her desire to be crazy. The woman, like a mountain that can't be opened, is heavily on her way, and she can't move.

"Chen Chen knows that you are not waiting for the courtiers. But she is so simple! Since the first sight of the emperor's house to see her, the courtiers understand that the woman is not the last one to lose the pet, even the main seat is not sitting The four products on the top are filled with Chinese. Like the courtiers, she is a born-again person. The difference is that she grows well and casts your preference."

"But she was stupid in her life. She was stunned and stalked. The latter half of life is a waste. It is certainly helpful to you."

Wan Jingwen was full of unwillingness, and suddenly broke the identity of Mu Xiyao in front of Zong Zhenglin and tried to describe it as a person who had no great use.

In her mouth, "the second half of the waste man", at this moment is slightly tilted his head, looking at the moonlight that will be completely covered by the clouds, simply lifted the skirt, very free to sit on the steps. Stretch your legs forward and hold your hands on your side. Behind him is a woman in the house who asks for her life, and controls the man she killed and killed, but she has no movement.

After all, I still have to do this in this matter.

Mu Xiyao has no fear at the bottom of his heart. Instead, he is quite curious about Zong Zhenglin’s reaction.

The tassel was being twisted at the waist, and the wooden door behind him was slowly pushed away. In the darkness, the narrow light from the door slits spread out slowly and softly.

Familiar with the footsteps, the man's feet are brightly embroidered on the boots, standing on the stone steps above the small hands.

The man who slowly raised his head and stopped at her side looked up and looked at it. It was even taller and taller. His eyes fell on his prince's robes, and the slings he had taken care of this morning, the tassels were not in chaos.

He also bowed his head and stared at her for a moment. In the eyes, Mu Xiyao is not allowed.

Just in the candlelight in the door, Zong Zhenglin took his hands and focused on her eyes. There is no posture at the foot, the woman sitting at random, the powder is not applied, the hibiscus is plain, very beautiful. There is no fear on the surface, and it is very calm. The line of sight swept over him, frowning and staring at his waist accessory?

Her look of this time has been told by him that Yu Wanshi is not right, she has already noticed.

The woman in the house was sinister and deliberate, and he did not know.

"You are suspicious."

Suddenly broke the silence between the two, she opened the mouth first. Not a question, but a decision.

Zong Zhenglin's palm behind his back slowly made a fist. What she said is not bad, he is now full of thoughts about her guess.

This man... but sighed. Hell emperor temper.

Xiumei slightly picked up, seemingly unhappy. "Hey is different from her." Clearly speaking to him, he also revealed her unhappiness. She is different from Wan Jingwen's woman.

That woman is a good life, but she is another source, killing a stranger who is born again. In this case, Mu Xiyao answered with conviction and was not ashamed.

Zong Zhenglin looked at her eyes and moved, still not responding.

"You are different from the courtiers? Where is it different?" Half- leaning against the body, the woman standing slanting and slanting was stunned and red-eyed. There were tears on the face, and looking at her eyes was really disdainful.

"When you know what his identity is in the future, he will be tempted to meet him everywhere. No, how can you have the scenery of today!" A few steps away from the distance, pointing at her in the distance, Wanshi has no scruples.

Then, it was tears and glory in Ying, who was obsessed with Zong Zhenglin's face and questioned. "Chen Chen is really wrong to pay, now, it is the turn of the emperor to be fooled by a woman. She is so illusory, vain the vanity of the woman, where is worth your heart, always remember."

When he fell to the ground, Wanshi knew that he was in danger of escaping. At the end of the road, he was full of eyes, and the rest were all grievances against men in front of him.

"You love her, but unfortunately, Mu is just a play." Haha laughed, the woman is not afraid of sex. "Chen Chen is in the yellow spring, but also to look at the big eyes. See you in this life can not get that person really!"

This is a sinister, gloomy face, a man who rarely speaks, and then slowly turns around.

Seeing that he really acted to kill the heart, and then waited, Mu Xiyao grabbed his clothes, raised his head, and his eyes were full of comfort.

"Why do you need to be angry with her. Although she is fascinated by her mind, she is useless without a taste."

After turning around and looking at Wanshi, Mu Xiyao snorted, so he pulled Zong Zhenglin’s robes and stood up.

"Put your tricks that are useless. You can also tell you clearly, the biggest difference between you and you is that this man," poked his arm, and finally made Zong Zhenglin look back at her.

Wan Jingwen was full of heart to see how she had sent his heart in front of Zong Zhenglin, but he listened to the woman snoring and screamed.

"If he is not his identity, he will not be able to see him at all."

To be honest, the truth.

Because it was too real, the man who was attracted by her was suddenly squinting, and a pair of phoenix eyes were close to the haze.