The Beloved Imperial Consort

Little head has a lot of bad ideas. The two walked along the lotus pond to digest food, and Zong Zhenglin was quite amused when he heard her triumphantly showing off Jiahefang.

How did you come up with this idea?

The embroidered shoes stepped over the water vortex on the stone slab, Mu Xiyao hugged his arm, and smiled sideways. The hosta flower on the hair bun made her small face radiant and her eyes sparkling.

Straightening her shoulders to make someone stand in front of her, Zong Zhenglin raised his hand to tidy up the loose silk flowers on the other side for her.

The rain just stopped, watch the road carefully, don't play around. Walking is not honest. A good bluestone road, don't go anywhere else, just stare at the vortex, and walk over without missing a beat.

She hugged him coquettishly and shook his arms from side to side, nodding her head, it was obvious that she hadn't listened honestly. On the contrary, when he asked Zong Zhenglin, he was very patient and willing to let him know.

The concubine is just drawing inferences from one instance and relying on the wisdom of the predecessors.

There is a passage in Evening Chats Around the Fireplace? Sufang, which I found interesting and kept in my heart. I never imagined that it would be really useful.

It is said that there are two fish sellers in the city. Every time there is a market, they always set up stalls next to each other to sell. Both of them sell high-quality fresh fish, and the price is not bad, but the color of the fish scales is slightly different.

The guy from the Zhang family who sells fresh fish with silver scales can always sell out two loads of fish early. The fish are kept in a wooden basin one after another, given clear water, and when the sun meets the sun again, it is sprinkled golden. It looks bright and pleasing to the eye. There is no need for him to yell too much, and the stall can be closed very early before noon, and you can go home full of joy.

And another old man from the Wang family, because the scales of the fish raised at home are darker in color, it looks like silver-gray. Under the sun, no matter how you look at it, it is not as pleasing as the Zhang family's fish. Just Such a small difference made him suffer a lot. Fortunately, he is quite diligent and never slackens when he sells. Compared with others, his business is prosperous, and he knows how to attract business, so he can barely maintain this day. Until, this Things changed suddenly.

The guy from Zhang's family is clever. He has tasted the benefits, but he is willing to watch his business being robbed. So he had a flash of inspiration and put up a sign in front of his stall. He wrote: 'Fresh fish with silver scales, authentic and delicious . Fifty cents a tail.' With this signboard, this business is really booming. The old man of the Wang family has been running out of business, and after a month of hard work, he can hardly even pay the rent for the booth.

The most hateful thing is that this young man gradually became greedy when he got the benefits. He spread the word secretly, only saying that he was a live fish, and he was always better than others to feed him, and he belittled others invisibly. There are a few people up and down, and they are almost forced to live.

Such a stark contrast, coupled with my own hard work and a down-to-earth life, but in addition to a pond of fish that cannot be sold, the rest of the family can only eat rough noodles. Seeing that the situation at home is getting worse day by day One day, the old man of the Wang family was so anxious that within a month, all his half-gray hair was stained with frost.

In the end, it was a talented teacher next door to his house. He was so angry that Zhang's family secretly played tricks and bullied the honest people to cut off his life. After thinking hard all night, he came up with a good idea for this old man the next day.

The ending sounded cheerful, and Mu Xiyao was held by his big hand, and the two of them interlocked their fingers and walked side by side.

Your Highness, that talented teacher is so smart. I would never have thought of such an idea if I changed my concubine. The ordinary thick-skinned person had rare moments of modesty, which aroused Zong Zhenglin's interest. However, he really didn't agree with Mu Xiyao's sentence I can't think of it.

His Highness the Sixth Highness then interrupted her to reveal the answer, and first asked her what she should do if this happened to her.

Your Highness is talking about a concubine? Mu Xiyao pointed at her nose in surprise, her small face full of disbelief. After that, he tugged on his cuffs, his eyes full of timidity and grievance. Your Highness, this concubine is dying, so where have you been?

Zong Zhenglin paused in his footsteps, and after a while, he couldn't resist her blatant cheating.

This shameless person who flatters people all the time, how could he just wipe his face away like this. Holding her waist, pinching the tip of her nose with two fingers, His Highness Six raised his eyebrows to criticize her. Laipi is nothing but Jiaojiao.

shameless? What's the fuck. Mu Xiyao didn't take it seriously, she pulled his fingers away, and she had a plan in her heart.

Zong Zhenglin has feelings for her, which does not prevent her from playing tricks at all. When you can please, get more affection and treat anyone who comes. When Emperor Jian'an came to the throne, it would be good for the emperor to spoil her with all his promises. But don't forget, there is also an old Buddha in the palace who can make Zong Zhenglin unable to let go just by using the word filial piety.

Concubine Shu, even if she doesn't want to see her, she definitely can't tolerate her monopolizing favor. Instead of trying to please the future empress dowager, who will never be able to stand wholeheartedly on her side, it is better to coax the emperor, practice life-saving tricks more realistically, and make her feel at ease.

Your Highness, please don't interrupt. His tone was twisted and twisted, and there was arrogance in his words. It seemed to be rude to His Highness the Sixth Highness, but it just happened to suit his appetite.

The soft look in his eyes did not change, and Zong Zhenglin really didn't care about her. How did the scholar say it?

Nothing else, just ask the old man to put up a sign the next day. Mu Xiyao beamed brightly, talking excitedly, and her small face added to the spirit.

Zong Zhenglin took a deep look at her, and saw that she was cheerful and cheerful, even more energetic than a storyteller. No wonder Cheng Qing only loved her storytelling.

Having had enough appetite, Mu Xiyao suddenly changed her face from being playful to correcting her expression.

That signboard is just a dozen or so words, but it helped the Wang family survive the crisis and finally lived a prosperous life. As for the one who did the evil at the beginning, he deserved what he deserved, and he deserved to swallow the consequences.

The wooden sign said: 'Silver-gray Linfish, fresh and delicious. Within a month, keep the scales without fading.'

It is more unpredictable than leaving a message, but it is the heart of the person.

The concubine just put a few albums in the store. I named each pattern and made up a history. It accounted for the reason of 'the name is right and proper'. After that, I taught the maid to greet the guests. Adding a sentence or two in between makes people think that if there is something inconsistent with the picture book, it is the thought of painting a tiger is not an anti-dog. In this way, no one wants to be underestimated by others. How dare I go to that clothing store again.

After such a fiddle with her, no matter how exquisite the clothing store's style is, the more thought she puts into it, the more it will make people laugh. The idea is both ingenious and sinister.

Zong Zhenglin's pupils shrank, and his hands around her waist tightened.

A little change in the subtleties will make the opponent's most prominent place, and the advantage will be reduced to invisible... People's hearts can be used.

She was so active in getting close to him that she insisted on holding him. After talking for a while... His Highness Sixth Prince was so upset that he took her palm and stroked it gently.

She was trying to find a way to share it with him. She couldn't figure out what was going on in the battle ahead, so she could only pick the ones that might be useful and talk to him for consideration. She is so coy, cryptic, and has to borrow the name of the clothing shop, she must have taken a lot of effort.

This woman... No wonder it hurt him to the bone.