The Beloved Imperial Consort

On the carriage on the way back, Mu Xiyao held the stove together, looked out through the gap, with a smile on her lips.

Master, the rouge in our house is all made in the palace by His Highness, and I don't see how you are so curious. Why can't you turn your eyes away from the cosmetic shop outside? Hui Lan murmured. The master has been completely incomprehensible in recent days.

It was raining lightly outside, and the sky was gloomy and depressing to look at. Although he was wearing a jacket, the wind was blowing in, and it was still chilly and clammy. On such a day, the master can still smile at the empty streets.

Mu Xiyao was taken aback for a moment, then looked at the outside shops intently, and sure enough they were all selling rouge powder. Turning around, I lazily curled up on the soft couch, and asked Cymbidium to fork the fragrant fruit, biting it down, the juice was juicy and sweet.

She is not for the colorful makeup of Luo Shizi. I just felt happy just now, but it was because of the stinky face of His Highness Six who wished he could get out of bed to clean up her when he left.

Clearly wanting to keep someone, but stubbornly holding back. Your Highness, do you think you are making trouble?

The most restless woman, she used to blame the Sixth Prince for her faults. Mu Yaonu insisted on going back home in the rain, but she never felt that she was causing trouble to others. At this moment, he was still thinking about it, and his little habit of holding grudges had unknowingly resurfaced.

Smash it with a small mouth, and tell Mo Lan about getting up early tomorrow. Mu Xiyao felt that she had to go around in front of the boss again, so it would be good to keep His Highness Six's appetite in such a nonchalant way. Tell him to go out of his mind to create trouble with her, that day when the stinky man was holding Chunyu Yao, his palm could barely reach the woman's chest. Mu Xiyao swallowed hard, chewing hard with puffed cheeks, showing no manners.

Mo Lan was smarter than Hui Lan, and she could see that the two masters were competing again. However, it seems that Master Yao has a bigger chance of winning.

Seeing the changes in the expression of the master, it is much richer than when he first entered the mansion. After all, being pampered by His Highness, life is good, and there are two little masters Cheng Huan under her knees. This kind of affection is not like the time when she was worried, invisible and intangible. Although the two of them started to quarrel again this time, judging from the master's complexion, it is rare to see a ruddy spirit.

It's just that His Highness suffers, and he has to be pissed off by the master in various ways when he is sick. Mu Xiyao didn't know that she was emotionally attached to the maidservant, she had to know, she might not know how to bury the female college student who was not allowed to stay, her family's Lanhua turned her elbow at the wrong turn.

In the evening, Zong Zhenglin was sick to review the documents, and when he was resting, he couldn't sleep peacefully no matter what. The dormitory is getting bigger, the room is too deserted, the bosom is also empty and the seductive fragrance is missing... After several days of sleeping in the study room, His Highness the Sixth Highness feels that going on like this is going to be a waste of money, that little heartless... , I treated myself badly.

The phoenix's eyes were closed, tossing and turning was when she left, she was gentle and reasonable, justified and obedient. Thinking of the soft and waxy phrase I'll serve you again tomorrow, Zong Zhenglin propped up his upper body and opened the curtain with his slender fingers.

It's three quarters. When we leave Chen, we still have to wait.

When Tian Fushan came over early in the morning, he was surprised to see that His Highness got up early, was wearing a robe, and was leaning on the bedside to read military books. It's just that complexion, how could it be worse than yesterday?

When Mu Xiyao entered the mansion, she happened to meet Su Linrou and her party outside the Moon Gate who were carrying a food box. Followed by Wan Shi and two unfamiliar women. Wearing a woman's bun, she is very young. The face is just ordinary, but the dress is very gorgeous.

It should be the two maids given by the Queen Mother. He yelled lightly, and wanted to take a detour to leave first, but Su Linrou fell behind him tightly like a dog's skin plaster, and followed suit. That way, he clearly wanted to hitch a ride with her concubine, and entered Zong Zhenglin's study together.

Being praised by others like this, Mu Xiyao did not change her face, and greeted her politely. Su Linrou thought Zong Zhenglin was so talkative? That man, when he's impatient, the gentleman's demeanor has never been seen.

But why did Wan Jingwen come together with her? Mu Xiyao calmly looked at the woman who was two steps away with lowered eyebrows. Wan Shi humbly avoided her gaze, his eyelids drooped, covering all his emotions. Mu Xiyao smiled and supported Mo Lan to move forward, taking this well-behaved and sensible woman who had been in the mansion for a long time firmly in her heart.

As the old saying goes, a dog that bites does not bark. No matter how much you take precautions, you will never suffer.

A group of people had just stepped into the gate of the courtyard, and before they could stand still, they saw Tian Fushan coming up to greet him attentively.

Master, this is...

Master, Your Highness has an order. You don't need to tell me, just go in directly. Look, let's go into the house first, so Your Highness won't have to wait.

This master really stepped on the hour to enter the mansion. Compared to His Highness who got up before dawn, it was too late and unreasonable. He also took the time to salute with the rest of the people, very euphemistically conveying the meaning of Your Highness is out of energy and should rest. Hearing this, Mu Xiyao was overjoyed.

Tian Fushan is cunning, but his words are beautiful. According to her understanding, it means You wait for a woman's house to be too noisy, and His Highness doesn't like it.

The more he thinks about it, the more he enjoys it, and he appreciates Mr. Boss for being so rare. So considerately handing over an excuse, there is no need to wait any longer at this time.

Sister, since that's the case, my sister will take the first step. Don't blame me for being rude. Seeing Su Linrou's expression change instantly, jealousy appeared in his eyes when he looked at her. Without looking back, Mu Xiyao turned her waist and led people up the stone steps, and walked along the corridor to the study.

Wan Jingwen raised her eyes slightly, and her gaze stayed on the graceful woman who was gradually moving away in front of her. Is it a coincidence that His Highness fell ill this time, or did it happen earlier? I wanted to follow the Su family, but if I was lucky, I could go in and have a look. But at this moment, Mrs. Mu took the lead. It is difficult to go in again.

In the previous life, Tang Yiru was able to receive hospitality from Zong Zhenglin. Apart from knowing the rules, there was another important thing. At that time, she had not yet been selected into the palace, and she had heard about it from the old man in Qiandi by chance. The reason why the virtuous concubine's holy family is not fading is that she has the credit of serving the sick in the mansion. Which time it was, the man was getting old and couldn't remember clearly, he only said it was during the Mobei War.

It's a pity that the time of the Mobei War in this life has deviated from that of the previous life. Although Wan Jingwen got the news that she was very likely to be favored, she suffered from being unable to get close to Zong Zhenglin. The only one in the mansion who has face and can get Zong Zhenglin to respond occasionally, except for Helian Minmin, is Su Fangfei who is not up to date!

But when luck was bad, Mrs. Mu didn't do anything wrong, but was stopped by Zong Zhenglin's orders. Wan Jingwen looked at the angry woman, and immediately put on a timid look.

Stupid woman! Worse than Helian Minmin. Before he even left the front yard, he dared to curse the woman Zong Zhenglin cared about so loudly. Su Linrou, don't even think about getting ahead in this life.

Mu Xiyao took off her cloak, walked around the screen, and saw Zong Zhenglin half-lying on the head of the bed. There is a book buttoned on his chest, but it is Strategy of Hundred Wars. The man seemed to be in a deep sleep, and his breathing was so gentle that it was barely audible.

Touching it lightly, first leaning over to touch his forehead, the condition is very good, the fever has subsided. The little hand slid down, took out the scroll that was pressed in his palm, and was about to get up and put it away, but the man who closed his eyes and rested grabbed his wrist.