The Beloved Imperial Consort

Sitting on the triple tower Fucang boat, Mu Xiyao leaned on the mast and lazily yawned.

It has been five days since Sanjiang Ferry went down the Qu River. Most of the generals under Zong Zhenglin led the army to march by land, and the rest of them boarded the ship with them and went by water first.

As for her current identity, the man irresponsibly gave her the title of translator of Shufan Academy. Except for the servants who lived alone on the third floor of the building under the Sixth Highness, and the elders such as Nanny Zhao who knew her identity, the others only respectfully called Miss Lin following Lord Wei.

As for why the surname was changed, when Zong Zhenglin explained that day, he stared at her meaningfully for a moment, and then the man didn't say a word, leaving her to think for a while.

It is taboo to give the surname by his name, after Mu Xiyao figured it out, she secretly smiled. Boss, you are so cryptic when you talk about love, thanks to my concubine's brain, otherwise, your intentions would have been missed again.

Sitting like this all the time, her waist and back were sore, she asked Chunlan to rub her, and Mu Xiyao lay comfortably on her arms, humming.

Tired? Zong Zhenglin saw her relaxed when he entered the room, her little face was squeezed to a pulp, very lovely.

Your Highness, have you put that little guy to sleep? Cheng Qing's little bun is good at age, and he is difficult to serve in every way. Now that Mo Lan is not around, the only girl who can tell stories is gone, so she has to go to battle in person. Fortunately, there is a father beside him who can play with him better. Otherwise, taking care of him alone would exhaust Mu Xiyao.

Is the son of this hall just calling you so disgusted? Pinching her little Qiong's nose, Zong Zhenglin saw her lying on the soft couch, so he didn't expect this woman to get up to serve her. He untied his cloak, took tea from the servant girl, and sat next to her to talk.

Chunlan quietly retreated with the little maid. All the elders in the prince's mansion know that when His Highness returns to the house, he doesn't like to keep people who have nothing to do.

I don't even look at how skinny your son is. If you don't look at it for a while, the little thing will disappear in a blink of an eye. This is a boat, and I'm still worried that his half-pound meat will fall and won't come back.

Feng glared at her, and Zong Zhenglin's expression was unkind. Together with this hall, not to mention Chengqing alone, even your mother and three children will not get hurt for no reason.

Above the third floor, the dark guards can guard at any time. As for his son, two people were released to watch in the dark. When he was away from home, Zong Zhenglin's many arrangements could be described as airtight.

If I don't complain, I'm actually thinking of Mo Lan. If you didn't move too fast, the Duke of Wei's mansion promised to catch the concubine by surprise. At this moment, the concubine doesn't have to use a girl to surround her alone. Looking at your son, I'm exhausted all day long.

The little butt pouted, and without manners, he stepped back and rubbed the soft couch. A few steps over to Zong Zhenglin's body, Jiao Didi wants to benefit from being stuck in his arms. His Royal Highness kneads her, but the servant girl is not as comfortable as His Highness.

Your inner strength, warm and soft, natural therapy, I wonder if it can prolong your life?

Now that you are complaining, how about Jiaojiao not going down when you arrive at Wuzhou pier in the afternoon? Knowing that she is greedy for comfort, His Highness the Sixth Highness felt like a mirror in his heart. There were more than four or five cushions on the lady's chaise longue, and she walked in and out more than three times in the morning. Just like that, she also had the nerve to act like a baby to him cheekily.

Having said that, Zong Zhenglin still hugged her, kissed her pink and tender cheeks, and put his palms on the back of her waist, just like this woman wanted.

Are you really going to Wuzhou in a while? Sure enough, his guess was completely fulfilled, the little woman's laziness was swept away, and she immediately became radiant. I'm going, I'm going. Your Highness loves my concubine, just rubbing it like this makes my whole body feel very comfortable. She hurriedly clung to his shoulders and obediently straightened her sitting posture. In the end, he supported his head and walked up, making Zong Zhenglin laugh secretly.

It's just such a little thing that loves leisure and hates work. I don't know where it came from. The most respected and respected old lady behind the Gusu Poetry Club came forward to accept her servant girl as a disciple.

In this matter, even he may not be able to do it.

That old matriarch was the only daughter of the most cherished general Shen Zhengye during the time of Gaozu. Ever since Shen Zhengye recovered five prefectures and nineteen counties in southern Xinjiang for the Great Wei, and completely quelled the Rebellion of King Huai.

Not only did she bestow the title of Princess Anyang Princess on the only daughter of the Shen family, but she also personally proposed marriage, and treated the orphans and relatives of the Shen family generously. After the death of Emperor Gaozu, Emperor Yuan Cheng ascended the throne, the princess of Anyang, who is now Mrs. Shen, her husband and two sons, and thirteen years ago, when Emperor Yuan Cheng quelled the rebellion, in order to protect the emperor Going to the battlefield together, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who was ambushed by the rebel army in a young and energetic way, and three generals from one family, all died of exhaustion. When they died, they were in such a terrible state that none of them left their whole bodies behind.

Such a loyal person desperately tried to protect the son of the Empress Yuan, and Emperor Yuan Cheng's eyes were red on the spot.

This also made the emperor stop for three days under great grief. Later, he not only named the old lady's husband and two sons, but also owed the middle-aged old lady who lost her husband and son. So for many years, because of Gaozu and because of the prince, Emperor Yuancheng respected the widowed and semi-reclusive old matriarch.

The last time I took Mu Xiyao to Prince Gong's mansion to thank him, and I got a name card from Prince Gong, I didn't want to be used here by this woman.

The most rare thing is that not all the people who come to see him can win the favor of the old lady. I don't know what kind of tricks this woman used to make her easily change her appearance with that maid and change her family status.

In this way, not to mention that Duke Wei's government will treat each other coldly, even if they are afraid of the old matriarch behind her, they dare not refuse the marriage explicitly.

This involved a lot of suspicions from various parties to the Duke of Wei's Mansion, and I'm afraid it was the goal she really put all her efforts into promoting this matter. Zong Zhenglin's eyes were deep, and he stroked the top of her hair with a soft expression.

If Jiaojiao is willing to talk to the hall to clear up the confusion, it would be fine to get off the boat to relax after having dinner. His Highness the Sixth Highness spoke indifferently, without any worry that she would hide it. This woman is almost as good as a scoundrel when it comes to romping and having fun.

It's not enough to keep some secrets. Mu Xiyao refused to tug on his skirt, her eyes rolled quickly. He also intends to sell this secret for a price in exchange for some practical benefits. But the huge temptation was in front of him, and after such a balance, he hesitated in his heart.

Your Highness, how many days will you stay in Wuzhou this time?

Zong Zhenglin gave her a funny look. The little girl is clever and clever, and she knows how to ask questions clearly, so her little head has not been dazzled by the fun.

Caressing her brows and eyes, the mellow male voice was seductive. Departure in three days. Jiaojiao can have fun. After speaking, he kissed her between the eyebrows and increased the stakes. Wuzhou Drunken Shrimp, Jiaojiao has been reading for a long time?

Three days... Drunken Shrimp, there is still Wuzhou Lantern Theater to watch, Mu Xiyao is not strong-willed, and was tricked by the Sixth Highness, who just rightly grasped the seven-inch vital point.

The little fist was clenched, and the neck was lifted with a determined face. Your Majesty promises everything. I have allowed my concubine to have fun freely, but I don't want to go back on my word halfway.

With a slap on her butt, Zong Zhenglin snorted in disdain. The smell of chess is unbearable, so it's the main hall that should be worried.

Well, hiding her guilty conscience, Mu Xiyao wrapped her arms around his neck enchantingly, dissatisfied and coquettish, Look down a bit, I hate being tall. With that voice, the coquettish voice seemed to be piercing into his heart, and Zong Zheng Lin's expression softened.

Seeing that this man is very talkative now, Mu Xiyao buried her head according to the words, and Mu Xiyao felt that the Sixth Highness might be yelling fiercely again later. This is also the reason why she has been reluctant to get to the bottom of him.

Leaning close to his ear, murmured a few words very quickly, and Mu Xiyao drew back.

Looking at her Highness again, sure enough, the handsome face changed color, and in an instant it was as black as ink.

You bastard! Zong Zhenglin was extremely annoyed.