The Beloved Imperial Consort

Master, just now Master Wei mentioned that His Highness has caught a cold. Why didn't you say anything? Zhao Momo was in a hurry, it was like this, the two of them were angry, they should let it go. If His Highness knows that you just said 'hmm' so lightly... I'm afraid my heart will be terribly cold.

Mu Xiyao took a closer look, it was just past time.

No hurry. Even if he wanted to express it, it had to be deep, so that the man would remember it in his heart. It's best to feel a little ashamed and feel that I can't live with her a few days ago.

What's more, there must be someone with malicious intentions when returning home to visit a doctor this time. If that man put on airs again, it would be too tiring to frighten her by herself. He has to soften his heart at the first glance, and give her a scene.

In the prince's mansion, Zong Zhenglin was sitting on the head of the bed in his single clothes. There is a slight fever on the forehead, and the breathing is faster than usual. The handsome face was still tense, and the cheekbones felt slightly burning due to the hot flashes.

Your Highness, you must use some decoction, and the sickness will go away faster. Your Majesty has already sent the medicinal materials over, so she asked the servants to take good care of you. Tian Fushan said so earnestly, but he closed his eyes and rested his mind. People, never take a word.

Zong Zhenglin was dizzy and hadn't been sick for a long time. His Highness the Sixth Highness didn't like this feeling. Waving his hands in silence, he told people to retreat, and he seemed to be sound asleep alone.

Helianshi came over yesterday, and the matter that should be explained to her has been done. This morning, the Su family sent soup, but Wei Zhen stopped him at the door and refused. That woman should have got the news by now. Zong Zhenglin stroked his chest, and coughed a few times under extreme depression. With such a state, it would be better if she didn't come.

Zong Zhenglin's face was ashamed for a man who had always been tough, lying ill in front of his own woman. What's awkward is that even though he couldn't save face, he couldn't deny that he was thinking of her in his heart.

In a trance, there are all the things she sent in front of her eyes, soap boots, robes, inkstones, and even sachets. Putting everything in her room, she felt warm and covered with the scent of the little woman on the upper floor, and it was pleasing to the eye. Moved the place, but it is not easy to use in every way. Thinking about her aggressive kick in the main room, Zong Zhenglin's closed eyes tightened slightly.

Even playing around with him in a dream, that woman is dishonest.

The more I think about it, the softer my body becomes, and the surroundings seem to be filled with her soft fragrance. Taking a deep breath, Zong Zhenglin's eyebrows twitched before he absorbed the breath in his chest and abdomen, and he suddenly held his breath and felt suffocated.

The forehead was touched gently by a small hand. The master moved closer, and the familiar smell from the nose penetrated into the lungs, causing the pores of his body to relax, and the stagnant inner breath seemed to be a little lighter.

Is it a fever? The woman sighed in surprise.

After a while, she wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief in her little hand. Because of the close distance, the woman's hot breath just hit his cochlea. Zong Zhenglin didn't open his eyes, and just let her play around quietly.

Afterwards, the woman twisted the towel again, first cleaned her face, and then squeezed his wrist to feel his pulse.

As if he was relieved, he muttered to himself, It's okay. After that, footsteps sounded, and he should have gone out to fetch medicine for him. His Highness Sixth Highness's stagnant pent-up energy gradually dissipated. Even with his eyes closed, the tight corners of his lips softened.

After a long time, without hearing her footsteps approaching, Zong Zhenglin frowned and slowly opened his eyes. The room was quiet, and there was no second person in sight. The candlestick illuminates the screen, and on the screen, the landscape picture is light and elegant, and there is no silhouette of a woman against it at all.

Wei Zhen. Zong Zhenglin called out in a deep voice. It was he who had the dream just now, or she really came here.

Suddenly being summoned by His Royal Highness, Wei Zhen hurriedly opened the curtain and entered the room in a jerk.

What orders does Your Highness have? It was really not easy to finally speak after such a quiet afternoon.

Zong Zhenglin didn't wake up until he asked someone to stand in front of him. How to ask this question? If he asked too directly, it would appear that he was expecting her to come. How can a man be like this...

His Highness the Sixth Highness frowned, thinking a lot, but didn't say a word.

Wei Zhen's scalp was numb. It was very strange to be stared at by His Highness. The meaning in the master's eyes seemed to be resentment, regret, and a bit of doubt. How could Commander Wei figure out such complicated thoughts clearly.

He didn't have the guts to talk nonsense, so he could only choose what was pleasant to listen to and secretly please this person. Your Highness, if you are tired from sitting, can I help you to lie down and rest for a while? Master Yao said that sitting for a long time hurts your body, so you have to change your posture from time to time.

In the second half of Wei Zhen's speech, she suddenly noticed that His Highness's phoenix eyes were slightly closed, and his eyes suddenly sharpened. Such a big change, no matter how slow he is, he should figure out what this person cares about.

Lord Wei was blessed to his soul, and suddenly he opened his eyes. The next thing to say was very smooth.

Master Yao said, you don't care about your body so much, you can't do it. At this moment, master took someone to the small kitchen, and said that he wanted to order someone to make some useful food for you.

Sure enough, after saying this, His Highness's whole body immediately softened. She even took the initiative to raise her hand to let him lie down on his back...

Wei Zhen backed out of the door lightly, just now being looked down upon by His Highness, cold sweat broke out in her palms. If he had known that the master asked him to go in to confirm such a release, he should have taken the initiative to explain it long ago.

Your Highness, if you want to know, you should ask directly. If you don't open your mouth, how can your subordinates figure out the way. In the past, when was the question asked in such a subtle and frightening way...

And that person who has a destructive temperament, as expected, also brought it. He was still staying far away in the small kitchen, and he almost lost his master's favor with him.

After complaining like this, Master Wei suddenly found out in great shock, whether the two masters reconciled or not, he is the one who was dragged down by Master Yao? Coming to such a conclusion, Wei Zhen stood on the porch with her back straight, pretending to be calm.

Don't be afraid, His Highness stands in front of him, Master Yao should be the first to harm him, so it shouldn't be directed at him.

Mu Xiyao entered the room again, asked Mo Lan to put the food box, and walked to the bed to stand still. Leaning over to get closer, there's nothing strange about it, it's just so soft and tender.

Your Highness? After not seeing each other for a few days, Zong Zhenglin, a tough man, actually lost a little weight. The cyan stubble on the chin protruded, and Mu Xiyao reached out and stroked it gently. If Your Highness wakes up, how about having some food first, and then my concubine serving the face?

Boss, how long are you going to be hypocritical? Don't think that if you close your eyes, I won't know that you are awake at the moment. If it wasn't the case, what kind of face would you put on such a light touch by my concubine!

Seeing that Zong Zhenglin still didn't respond, Mu Xiyao stretched her arms and took a closer look.

Yes, there are people who are sick and put on a show. But, we're still having an awkward fight, don't you forget?

Turning her eyeballs, Mu Xiyao suddenly sighed softly. It turned out that His Highness was impatient with my concubine's service. His tone was a little aggrieved, and he was about to stand up straight and get up to leave.

Zong Zhenglin opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at her deeply, with small flames rising from his eyes.

Mu Xiyao secretly laughed, it was so funny. Pretending to be sick, acting coquettish and cute, this set of concubines has long been played. Although your Highness really suffered from the cold, your arrogant temperament has not changed a bit.

Looking closely at him, Mu Xiyao blinked her eyes with a look of surprise, as if she had just realized that he had woken up.

Your Highness is waking up now, can the concubine feed the waiters? Pretend, our acting skills are not bad.

Zong Zhenglin looked at the woman who was posing in front of her with a gentle smile and gritted her teeth with hatred but couldn't get angry. If he hadn't opened his eyes just now, could this woman really have left him?

If this palace is not awake, where does Jiaojiao want to go? His Highness the Sixth Highness thought.

Mu Xiyao was so happy that she almost couldn't suppress her laughter, and pinched her own palm fiercely, so she managed to maintain a serious face.

If the hall is not awake, Your Highness, do you also know that is if? The three hundred taels of silver buried in your family was dug up by my concubine...

I turned around and told the person to put the food on Yan's head to keep it warm.

Zong Zhenglin's eyes froze, feeling annoyed that he had been calculated. This bastard doesn't seem virtuous and well-behaved at this time... Rather than being angry with her, it's better to save yourself some energy. Sitting up slowly with a cold face, Mu Xiyao saw it, and hurriedly supported his arm, and added a soft pillow behind him. Seeing that he was sitting comfortably, he turned around and opened the food box to fill the porridge with vegetables, and took two plates of light side dishes by the way.

Sitting sideways on the bed, blowing on the spoon, and touching it with his lips, the heat and cold were just right, and he sent it to Zong Zhenglin's mouth so affectionately.

Your Highness, try it. My concubine made it in the small kitchen. Added bamboo shoots and mushrooms, and the fire is just right.

Zong Zhenglin lowered his eyes, and his eyes stayed on the place where her lips touched for a moment. When he raised his head again, he opened his mouth very well to swallow, but every time he swallowed half a spoonful, making Mu Xiyao think that the dish suits his taste.

Seeing that she didn't notice, Zong Zhenglin's eyes became darker. After the early morning of that day, he has never met anyone again... Now when he saw Mu Xiyao wearing a small jacket, Jiao Didi was leaning next to her, and he didn't know if it was plump again, or the size of the small jacket was not enough. The chest was full and straight, just reflected in his eyes. Inadvertently bumping into each other while serving, it made his face flush even hotter.

In the past, Zong Zhenghui liked to say that when a man saw Meiji, the first thing he thought of was always stripping her naked and pressing her down to have a good time. At that time, he watched with cold eyes, and was extremely disgusted by the anxious look of the prince. He only felt that the lewdness and immorality were really unbearable. Now that Mu Xiyao is in front of her, she also has nasty thoughts. I couldn't hold back my face, and my swallowing movements naturally slowed down.

Your Highness, don't you want it? Mu Xiyao raised her neck and looked puzzled, waiting for him to show her.

Zong Zhenglin's breathing became disordered for a moment. Showing off her snow-white neck like this... I want to answer the most in my heart, but it is yes.

With a sullen face, she waved her hand to signal her to withdraw, and Mu Xiyao had to obey obediently. Then he waited for him to wash his mouth and clean his hands. Looking at the time, it was already the end of Shen Shi. The sky also darkened, as if it was about to rain.

Mu Xiyao got up and called Mo Lan, and simply packed up Zong Zhenglin to change her clothes. When she turned her head again, she met his heavy eyes.

Your Highness?

What did you do with the clothes?

Take it back to the house to wash and dry.

Go back now? Zong Zhenglin's expression was obviously not good.

Mu Xiyao didn't seem to notice anything, she lowered her head and continued to arrange the clothes in her hands. My concubine's Danruo garden can't accommodate people. There are two young children in the family who need my concubine's care. His Highness is ill, and I will come over to accompany you tomorrow morning. By the way, I will shave your face and tidy up.