The Beloved Imperial Consort

In the evening, the crown prince and Zong Zhenglin sit at the East head of the banquet, one respect and one host. On the face of getting along well with each other, who doesn't know in private. This scene of brother and sister Gong is just a play, just to send the case of emperor Cheng of Yuan Dynasty better.

The crown prince, who is in the uniform of Ming and Huang Dynasty, is superior to others all over the body. He does not leave a few words without admonition. It seems that he has given more photos to the present brothers and gives advice everywhere.

Zong Zhenglin, who was always in uniform, described his indifference and took care of drinking. The prince never forgets to knock, and the position of Prince is beyond the imagination of others. The crown prince clearly filters. What does he want to do? His highness Fengmu swept his left finger. The prince will change his name one day.

Zong Zhengming leaned on his back and drank the golden cup.

The news from Mu Xiyao is too important. In a few days, Emperor Cheng of the Yuan Dynasty will promulgate the figure of the man in the octagonal pavilion.

Six Royal Highness stopped to call people Mu Xiting, leaning against the craggy rocks, copying hands to watch her rarely see wanton flying.

Mu Xiyao usually publicizes not a few, but all of them are fighting with others and forced by the situation. Now the joy is different. It's her nature, her true inner.

Looking at such a simple and happy woman, however, the song, Zong Zhenglin Fengmu deep. If it wasn't for the talent show, Mu Xiyao would be very disgusted with the intrigue, conspiracy and deceitful life of the harem. It was extremely difficult for her to go into the house to serve her willingly. According to her present appearance, this woman's yearning for leisure life is no doubt.

But what about that? Since he chose to swim against the current, the women beside him naturally wanted to join hands to urge the boat. Holding her in the hand, there is no reason to let go. Even if kill her nature, Zong Zhenglin is not afraid.

When the song is finished, Zong Zhengming slowly stops. When he turns around, he sees standing behind Mu Xiyao, wearing a long robe of daiqing, and his eyes are fixed on Zong Zhenglin on her.

Looking at Mu Xiyao, she doesn't know what to do. She claps her hands and starts to tease her heart.

"Nice to hear?"

"The sound lingers."

Zong Zhengming stepped down the steps and stood in front of her. The woman sat on a low stone mound, only to his chest.

Raise your hand over her shoulder and take down the petals of Lagerstroemia indica.

Mu Xiyao is surprised that he suddenly came close to the move, a look at the other party's hands in the hands of the peach petals. A little head up, sure enough, the top crape myrtle pistil, open is Yan.

Mu Xiyao sighed and regretted. "Your Highness has disturbed my concubine

"Oh? Why? " Zong Zhengming Yu Guang glimpses Zong Zhenglin's face and laughs secretly. Later on, the woman who looks like a model will suffer again.

"Well, that's right. "Crape myrtle gives you love, and you'll smell after your clothes."

Zong Zhengming was very happy and looked at her with a meaningful smile.

"I don't know if crape myrtle leaves fragrance on her clothes. What this hall knows is that the six princes smell the fragrance and stand behind the side concubine. "

Mu Xiyao immediately choked and coughed. After seeing the man's soap boots in front of her eyes, Mu Xiyao quickly stops her voice and laughs sweetly, "Your Highness ~ ~"

Zong Zhengming, you are black! Knowing that Zong Zhenglin was there, she was "ambiguous". Thinking of the six Royal Highness's overbearing nature, she is ready not to be shameless, put out to muddle through with all one's strength.

Zong Zhenglin knocked on her forehead when he saw her thinking of ghosts.

"Not yet?" The big hand reached in front of her, waiting for Bai Yu to grasp it actively.

Mu Xiyao saw that the boss was in a good mood and didn't investigate. She quickly handed it over and firmly held it.

Zong Zhenglin bowed his head to see her little catkin, holding his big palm, wrapping her palm with his backhand, and smiling at the corners of his mouth. As long as this woman is in trouble, she must be so clever. Is that flattery? Flattering?

"Your Highness, hold ~ ~" has not yet come down, the enchantress began to whine.

Oh, it's close. Hurry to drop, act coquettishly, do not stick to a pattern, flood to boss. It's better to let him be dizzy and forget to settle accounts.

Six Royal Highness stooped down and picked up the man according to the words, and the small head on the strong chest dallied.

"Your Highness is more heroic than ever." Mu Xiyao doesn't want to be flattered.

Zong Zhenglin's chest heaved with laughter and whispered in her ear.

"You don't have to waste your time. In recent years, several troubles have been made in this hall, which is still fresh in my memory. It's been calculated together with the postpartum

Mu Xiyao bit his ear, hate hate to make a voice, "stingy!"

"One more stroke."

Mu Xiyao suddenly rest vegetables, Yan like buried in his neck, heart busy with abdominal Fei. What postpartum calculate, boss, which time do you settle accounts, is it not to roll sheets after pulling people? How many days should I roll the sheets?

When Zong Zhenglin took Mu Xiyao back to the table, the main hall screen had already been removed, and there was Lelin performing in the middle. The sons and daughters of the emperors sat in turn. On the case, the wine and fruit were fresh and the atmosphere was warm.

"Oh, old six, brother, I said why you suddenly left the brother and disappeared. It turns out to be looking for a beautiful woman to have sex with. " The eldest prince Yin Chee looks at Zong Zhenglin's side and admires Xiyao. He wishes he could not cut her to pieces. The woman repeatedly let herself vomit blood, which made the prince's house a group of desolation. However, he did not stand up. At the time when he should be most energetic, he was recognized by the literati and martial arts of the Manchu Dynasty that he had no one to turn to."Big brother, this is drunken crazy talk, six younger brother don't go to the heart." Although the prince in the case of Liu Fei because of Mu Xiyao broken halberd, had to stop as soon as possible. But compared with destroying Zong Zhenglin's foundation, he was obviously more pleased with zongzhengchun's defeat.

This mu family not only has a unique style, which makes him covet for a long time, but also cleans up the biggest enemy for him in disguise. Perhaps she can be released from the throne as long as she is willing to beg for mercy and serve herself comfortably. I'm afraid that this woman is good at bed. That taste The more the prince wants to, the more he can't stand the evil thoughts. He stares at Mu Xiyao naked.

Zong Zhenglin's murderous spirit was surging in the depth of Fengmu's eyes. If it was not for the current turmoil, the prince would have become a waste man.

"Don't be angry, your highness. It will frighten the child." Mu Xiyao is disgusted to avoid the prince's eyes and smile. After the war in Mobei, once Zong Zhenglin was granted the king, the prince of the great Wei Dynasty would be a dead flower.