The Beloved Imperial Consort

Zong Zhenglin keenly sensed that Mu Xiyao's expression was not right, so he tightly wrapped his arms around her, and discussed with Zong Zhengming about how to deal with it. It seemed that he was going to plan after another year.

Don't let her know, okay! She has plenty of ways to find out the truth.

Zong Zhenglin was used to being domineering and domineering, and the ruthlessness in his bones was unstoppable. He was willing to take the risk of changing the situation, and he didn't ask her if she would follow him and waste her bright future on that idiot Zong Zhenghui.

Even if it is the future lord of the world, the parents of the harem—Emperor Jian'an himself, he will not be able to block her path to becoming a favorite concubine!

Mu Xiyao cast a gloomy glance at the calm and composed man above her head, thinking of his cold irrelevant and getting angry. Bullying her as a woman, right? Look down on people... Men are not necessarily strong. Especially... In some cases, there is something wrong with it.

Although Zong Zhenglin had made up his mind to break Zong Zhenghui's thoughts even if he took advantage of the situation, he still knew the seriousness. At this time, he was discussing with Zong Zhengming, intending to encircle Wei and save Zhao, so that the crown prince would not be able to get distracted.

If you use the fire cavalry battalion as a breakthrough, and lure it for profit... Zong Zhenglin was calm and indifferent, and the meaning behind his words caught Zong Zhengming's eyes. Yes, this method is much safer than taking advantage of the aristocratic family rashly.

Feeling excited, waiting for him to continue to elaborate, but seeing Zong Zhenglin's complexion suddenly paused, his eyes were surprisingly bright.

Sixth brother?

Taking a deep breath, Zong Zhenglin gradually clenched the fingers holding Mu Xiyao's arm.

Damn. This woman doesn't know how to live or die, dare to confront him at this time? The light armor under the abdomen was pulled away, and the tender little hands penetrated into the brocade robe, slowly poking down. That movement was so slow that it seemed to be deliberately tortured, tickling his heart.

This is the right person...

It's not suitable to be a general or above. It's more convenient for the capital and defense to act.

With a sullen face, he was talking to Zong Zhengming about the business, but Mu Xiyao raised his anger again through the robe. Zongzheng Lin was distracted, and when he thought of Mu Xiyao being so bold and presumptuous in front of others, his heart was already filled with emotion. No matter how cold and self-disciplined he is, he still can't escape the curiosity-seeking love that men are born with.

In particular, sitting across from him was Zong Zhengming who had other thoughts about Mu Xiyao.

Mu Xiyao had the courage to twitch her lips. I thought it would take some time to play with it, but I didn't want to be shivered by the heat as soon as I touched that place.

this? Mu Xiyao had a pink face and peach cheeks, feeling a little uncomfortable.

This man has been holding back since just now, and he can hold her for so long, holding her still and talking with Zong Zhengming.

No wonder everyone in the world said that His Highness the Sixth Highness has strict self-discipline, and now he has a deep understanding. It seems that for this to be effective, it is best to have someone to accompany you. When the two of them are in private, this sentence cannot be counted.

Amazing self-control? Mu Xiyao smiled with crooked eyebrows. Very good! Today, let's try how the previous Emperor Jian'an was capable. No matter how strong and domineering you are, won't your lifeline still be in her hands obediently waiting to be appeased?

After only a few efforts through the fabric, Zong Zhenglin's whole body was already tense, and the thighs under her buttocks were already too stiff.

Feeling the temperature of his palm rising rapidly, Mu Xiyao rolled her eyes and continued to act mischievously.

Your Highness, I'm very dizzy. The voice was weak and weak, as if under pressure, he couldn't help but yelled out.

Interrupted by Mu Xiyao Muran, Zong Zhengming stared at Zong Zhenglin who had a stern face, but helplessly reached out to lift her hood, and rubbed her forehead solemnly. This is a rare situation. People who are used to being cold in private still have such caring time.

Zong Zhengming went in without knowing it, but Zong Zhenglin was not considerate, but he clearly hated Mu Xiyao for sneaking around secretly, but deliberately teasing like a superficial touch.

The previous insanity has not disappeared, and now it is getting worse.

Knead harder? Bystanders sounded like Zong Zhenglin was asking if Mu Xiyao's strength was appropriate, but the two of them understood that the meaning of this sentence was by no means so simple and clear.

The corners of Mu Xiyao's mouth were raised high, and there was already a deep smile on her small face.

Can't take it anymore and want to urge her? Your Highness, when you were lying to others just now, you were not so easy to talk about.

It's better to be lighter. Mu Xiyao turned her back to Zong Zhengming, without any scruples, there is no need to pretend. Only the voice is still very delicate.

Zong Zhenglin's eyes darkened, he could not deal with her on the spot, so he could only grit his teeth and hold on.

It's the other way around!

When Mu Xiyao raised her eyes, she saw his tight jaw, and a smile poured out of her eyes. Your Highness, enjoy yourself...

Fumbling to remove his belt, her small hands tentatively penetrated into the man's underwear, and her slender fingers touched the three inches below his abdomen. Every time he succeeded, Zong Zhenglin would definitely twitch slightly.

This feels good, molested the prince, bullied the future emperor, Mu Xiyao finally felt proud.

If Zong Zhenglin hadn't pretended to be a ghost first, she would not have thought of such a tossing trick. Tat for tat, Your Highness, you're asking for trouble, no wonder I'm a concubine.

Zong Zhenglin's forehead was soaked in sweat, and his body was uncomfortable. Damn woman, how dare she play with him like this!

A person who goes all the way horizontally and without restraint will finally realize the power of twisting fingers.

Taking advantage of Zong Zhengming's interval of drinking tea, Zong Zhenglin bowed his head and stared straight at the proud man, his eyes almost bursting with anger. The deep ink color in the phoenix's eyes was too thick to be resolved.

Seeing him silently warning, Mu Xiyao's provocative eyes became even more provocative.

Zong Zhenglin was angry and furious, if it wasn't for Zong Zhengming who was on the other side, he would have been suppressed and dealt with severely by now.

Just thinking about it in this way inevitably reminds me of the beautiful scene of being naked under the cloak... I am really thinking about it.

Jiaojiao, a natural beauty, a goblin born to torment people.

In an instant, Mu Xiyao's eyes were wide open, her small mouth was half opened, and her little hands were trembling with shock.

Zong Zhenglin...has he reached the limit of his patience? She still has a lot of tricks she hasn't used yet, why is the boss in such a hurry?

Mu Xiyao had nothing to do with her, Feng Liang said it frankly. If she had been tossed so hard, let alone half an hour, even half a stick of incense wouldn't be able to survive. Zong Zhenglin was able to stick to it like this, and it was because of his extraordinary perseverance and internal strength that he survived until now.

Mu Xiyao looked into his deep eyes, and easily read the pain and longing. It was rare to see Zong Zhenglin so introverted and fragile, and Mu Xiyao's eyebrows were raised high.

Do you want it? Silently asked, Xiaozui only made a mouth shape, already teasing Zongzheng Lin's clothes with sweat and trembling frequently.

Seeing his condensed face, his eyes were astonishingly bright, Mu Xiyao's movements stopped abruptly.

Do you want it? The enchantress asked again with red lips like fire, pouting her pink lips.

The veins on the back of Zong Zhenglin's hands were bulging, and he wished he could strangle this audacious person to death, so that he could be completely purified.

Unable to bear her provocation, and finally unable to resist the crazy thoughts in his heart, he just lowered his eyes and blinked very quickly.