The Beloved Imperial Consort

Your Highness, you are so mysterious in your own palace, you seem to be very busy? Mu Xiyao squinted her eyes comfortably and hummed from time to time with her small body upright sitting on the brocade stool with her neck tilted Hum twice.

Woke up late, fell asleep irregularly, and had a stiff neck. At this moment, Zong Zhenglin's palm was sticking to the back of her neck, gently kneading with her.

Even if the hall is away for a while, Jiaojiao can still make troubles. The inner breath lightly relieved her congested meridians, and Zong Zhenglin obviously didn't like to see her twist her neck and grin her teeth in mischief. She was puzzled, but deliberately avoided it.

He went to Yong'an Palace every three to five days, and the crown prince suddenly became passionate, immediately causing disturbances in the East Palace. The concubine couldn't sit still, and finally felt aggrieved for a few days. Seeing that Zong Zhenglin was in her room, she only went to Bao's Palace. In the end, she lowered her face and led someone to sit in her Huiyi Palace for a long time.

During the conversation, it was the first time that Mu Xiyao heard the meaning of regret. Overtly and secretly pointing to the princess who just entered the door, it all has one meaning. She, Mu Xiyao, was stepped on the head by a newcomer, if she kept her identity like this, she forced herself to pretend to be magnanimous. Afterwards, Feng Shui may have to turn to the newcomer.

Mu Xiyao kowtowed the melon seeds, and when she heard her make a point like a cat crying like a mouse, she narrowed her eyes and pulled out the handkerchief pinned to her lapel, her expression dimmed instantly. The woman who was still chewing snacks a moment ago now has a frowning face, a lonely smile, and cloudy eyes.

It is said that men with thin lips are lucky. This is the truth. I think how much His Highness cared for my concubine back then. When I was still in the Prince's Mansion, every night on the window paper of the main house of Danruo Court, it would definitely reflect the love between my concubine and His Highness. The shadows are in pairs. And in the pavilion in the lotus pond,...

His words were pretentious, rather than saying that he was sad that the good times were gone, it would be better to say that this woman showed off the past and made Helian Minmin ashamed.

The Crown Princess on the other side couldn't provoke her, and she couldn't bear her humiliation, so she took the nuns and maids in Yuzhao Palace and refused to stay any longer. Forcibly interrupted her, and walked away with someone.

Seeing that the woman who wanted to make a profit was finally willing to let her go to peace, Mu Liangdi just shook her handkerchief, curled her mouth and continued to live her comfortable life.

With a nose like a dog, Zong Zhenglin's body is clean, without any femininity. Oh, that's not right either. Except that the man shamelessly approached her, soaking up some of the incense on her clothes.

Seeing him ignoring him now, Mu Xiyao's half-downcast eyes flashed across them. What kind of temper is he, she still can't figure it out?

Don't dislike her nonsense, just say last time, what did the man hide from her? Isn't it just a Chunyu family, he has already been used as a bargaining chip at this moment, and sent back to his hometown in Mobei to recognize his relatives.

In terms of political affairs, Zong Zhenglin had a mind of his own, and never avoided her at all, but resented her for not making progress. This man has an awkward temper, but whenever he gets angry, it's not because of Mu Xiyao's hypocrisy, but because it's probably related to her.

Xiaobai rolled his eyes, reached behind him with his little hand, and casually grabbed the hem of his python robe, with a tone of grievance and sadness. Your desire to change has caused the Crown Princess to go to the concubine's palace and sprinkle salt on the wound. People in all the palaces now suspect that the concubine is a life that will fade away in the future. Glancing at him mournfully, she forgot that her neck is not working right now, After a big movement, he gasped again with a hiss.

This time he really twisted that tendon, and tears immediately filled his eyes.

People are still sitting next to him, but they can suffer so much that they suffer. He simply hugged her over and made the man sleepy, the man frowned.

No matter how dishonest you are, I will allow the imperial doctor to practice acupuncture. The little thing is delicate and can't stand the pain. It was originally to scare her, but who knew that this thing with a short memory was not good at teaching, so he took the initiative to pester her.

She turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck, relying on herself to be favored, hung on him, and leaned against him with all her strength. Look at this neck, it's white, pink and tender. If you are willing to let the imperial doctor peep at it, just summon someone to come.

Mingming was still talking about his own neck, but his pouting lips naughtily rubbed open his skirt, and greeted the prince's neck softly. You are so comfortable being kneaded by my concubine, and now I will change to serve you.

Small teeth bit his side neck and ear pinna lightly, causing the man who had been exhausted for two days to stiffen his back.

Don't mess around. Knowing that he will have government affairs to deal with later, the little goblin is deliberately torturing people. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has a clear heart, but he can't stop playing around with his hands and feet, so he can't help but push her away.

Mu Yaonu rolled her eyes, and she finally caught her chance. Just say it now and beg him to try? If you notice something interesting in the East Palace, why don't you bring your concubine to have fun together? Every time you leave your concubine to stay alone in the empty boudoir, you won't feel distressed when you leave?

The night in the bridal chamber was one night, and after a few days, I went back to her room twice in the middle of the night. If Zong Zhenglin had a crush on the Bao family, Mu Xiyao would rather believe that His Royal Highness the princess is unmatched in force and force the crown prince to do things.

Are you embarrassed to complain to him? Zong Zhenglin caressed the side of her face, and turned the restless head back slightly. Whenever he came back to the room late, didn't he see her curled up into a ball, sleeping with herself under the quilt until her cheeks flushed.

There is still a smile on the corner of the mouth. This is what a lonely and discouraged woman should look like if she doesn't see a gentleman in a deep boudoir?

His goal has not been achieved yet, so how can he let her do something bad halfway. He preached with a straight face, and finally gave a warning with the most commonly copied books.

When Zong Zhenglin went out, Mu Xiyao pursed her mouth, picked up the palace fan on the desk, and slapped vigorously.

Think she is stupid? There are only a few people living in Yong'an Palace. At first, she also thought that there was a secret hidden in Bao's body, but after that...

They met face to face twice, and each time they took people to Yuzhao Palace, and followed the crown princess to various palaces to ask An to visit. After looking around, Bao Shi was hostile towards her, but the real problem was staring at Bao Shi's distracted Wan Jingwen again and again.

The expression in Wan's eyes was so complicated that Mu Xiyao hadn't figured it out yet. But what kind of origin made her hate this woman from the Western Jin Dynasty, but she also felt regretful. Many times, when the two came towards each other, it was Wan who looked away earlier, as if he was afraid of something.

Zong Zhenglin didn't know that she had a strange origin, and he had fallen in love with Wan Jingwen as early as in Mobei.

At this moment, that man actually relied on his sensitivity beyond ordinary people. In the Yonghe Palace, she found out that she hadn't seen it through before her.

Only in this way can he spend his time trying to investigate deeply step by step. Mu Xiyao was sure that Zong Zhenglin might have grown suspicious of Wan Shi, or... discovered that the woman was very different from others.

And the object he really wants to investigate,

—Could it be her?

Leaning on the table, he narrowed his eyes slightly. My heart was extremely peaceful.

The flowers and trees outside are lush and green, and the mottled tree shadows just shine on the bar next to the window. The canna placed on it has slightly rolled leaves, and the three yellow stamens are competing for fragrance, which looks delicate and delicate.

Either way, let him figure it out by himself. She remembered that cannas have a flower language.

Come-day-can-period.