The Beloved Imperial Consort

In the front yard of the East Palace, Cheng Qing, who was six years old, and Cheng you, his younger brother, one year old, were squatting in horse steps with their fists buttoned on their waists. With Yan's command to ride the boat, they exchanged fists from left to right. They were both half grown children, wearing morning exercise clothes made by Mu Xiyao. Ordinary plain cotton fabric, very close to the body, light and durable.

At the moment when they were just made, the two little buns were pouting, and the boss was not happy.

Lapels, ties, leggings. Not to mention the style, not even a embroidery. In the past, all of them were in splendid clothes, and there were only two little masters in the east palace. They were used to holding them. When the old ancestors were still alive, they were especially fond of them. The lady lady of Shu Fei was even more protective of them.

Chengqing was better. Knowing her mother's temper, she didn't say a word except a slight frown. He only thought about going to his father and putting on his clothes twice. This dress certainly can't get into his father's eyes, there is always room for things to turn around.

But Chengyou is not calm. As soon as I saw this dress, I stopped working immediately. The shriveled mouth collapsed small face, also disliked to leave the hand. He was so awkward that he didn't want to put the "servants' clothes" on his body.

How old are you? How old are you? How old are you? How old are you? How old are you? How can you practice your real skills in the morning? Such a small age on the long crooked temperament, thought that there is a father to support her, how can they not?

Mu Xiyao looks at her older son with a stiff face, and then looks at the younger son of the patriarchal clan. Her beautiful eyes gradually narrowed.

That night, when his highness returned to the palace, he saw that the woman on the sharp heart looked desolate, caressing the children's clothes on the brocade couch, in a daze. Until he could see that he came into the room, he quickly restrained his look and rushed to meet him with a smile. He did not mention what was bothering him.

The next day, Cheng Qing Cheng you, who had just left school, was called to his study by Zong Zhenglin. Father and son were locked in for half an hour. How did the prince teach her son? Liang Di didn't ask much. Only very satisfied with the result.

The two boys obediently took soft clothes, put on coarse cloth clothes, and honestly followed commander Yan to lay the foundation.

The son listened to the words, the whip went down, jujube also have to reward. The master of Huiyi palace was only devoted to serving the prince. In a flash, he begged her son for two imperial horses that Wu Zhaoda paid tribute to. He also specially raised a foal in the East Palace stables, and told the two little buns to look at the benefits in front of them, and from time to time they had to obey.

After that, Cheng you, who was not as clever as Chengqing, understood a truth. Mother can not contradict, annoy mother, in the past back to support the father, that is not expected.

After practicing martial arts like this for two years, they had already formed the habit of getting up early and went to the front yard to find Yan to accompany him in the boat. Usually, the prince's father would give a little advice. If you don't see anyone, it's muxiu. The man usually accompanies his mother and has no time to pay attention to them.

In the inner room of the main hall of Huiyi palace, Xiangfei is warm and warm, and Mu Xiyao is wrapped in a warm quilt and is surrounded by warm and warm men.

Early spring morning, nestling in his chest, hiding from laziness is too comfortable.

"Don't let go." Before you open your eyes, your temper has come up. Half of his body pressed against his arm, and he was a scoundrel.

Zong Zhenglin described her eyebrows and eyes with her fingertips. The woman had a red face and her upper body was only loose and baggy. Or he last night after two catharsis, to suppress the still impetuous dissatisfaction, reluctantly tied a knot on her neck.

Now she twisted her body and rubbed it to one side. Her chest was full of white milk, and most of it was exposed. With the water red clothes, the sharp points can be seen. He couldn't move his eyes.

The goblin will come to him in the morning.

The man bent over her earlobe, and his hand was dishonest and went down. As soon as she touched her leg, she suddenly realized that the woman was naked. Yes, at night he couldn't bear to tear off her underwear. When he rubbed it again, it was more than a taste of ecstasy.

"Jiaojiao." Close to her neck side shallow kiss, Zong Zhenglin's voice is dull, a pair of Phoenix eyes are as black as ink.

When the Empress Dowager's funeral was not over, how could he still have this irresistible goblin grinding him? Even if it was only one month, he was still thirsty for her more and more because of his anger, he didn't really touch her and couldn't get into the wonderful place.

"Well?" The neck socket is rubbed by him to itch, Mu Xiyao twisted the body to dodge away. The knee touched a hot object, and the bad thing touched her leg side twice. He waved his evil palm in front of his chest, and deliberately touched his work under his feet. "I still keep the rules."

The voice was soft and soft, and delicate dripped into his ears, with the peculiar stickiness of the morning. The little woman refused, but the fleshy toes gently rubbed his calf, only to make him tumultuous under the abdomen, which was painful.

"After January, you and I are alone. It's better to be coquettish, just to quench your hunger and thirst. " While talking and pulling her pocket clothes, she seemed to lose patience. In a twinkling, she tore off the lace up behind her neck and held the woman's attractive body in her arms and stroked it.

This man She gasped and was rubbed open. Mu Xiyao's beautiful eyes are watery, and Wang glances at him. He looks charming and calls Zong Zhenglin to love him.

"Didn't I just serve you last night?" Although he didn't ask him to go in, he really let out.His eyes swept under him, and his cheeks glowed instantly. He held the little hand to probe the past, and then he grasped his fellow. The man snorted in a low voice, and his chest heaved violently.

"That's not enough. Help it in, eh? " The palm of the hand kneaded on her delicate buttock flap, and gradually, the fingers would slide into the seams of her legs, lingering in the place where the women's spring water melted.

"Sir will be here in a moment. Don't you have something important to discuss today?" His recent discussions with the fifth Dynasty are of great importance. Mu Xiyao has a hidden sense, perhaps, at that time, it is not far away.

Since the death of the empress dowager, Emperor Cheng of the Yuan Dynasty was deeply mourned. Three days after the emperor dropped out of the court, the emperor sent the Empress Dowager to the imperial mausoleum and was buried in another mausoleum near Gaozong.

The ancestral system of the great Wei Dynasty was not respected. The one buried in the same cave with Gaozong was the biological mother of emperor Cheng of the Yuan Dynasty, the surname of Zhou after the Yuan Dynasty.

After that day, the old man took a vegetarian diet for three months to show his mourning. At the beginning of the 19th century, the four states in the eastern part of the great Wei Dynasty met with a rare snow disaster. Emperor Cheng of the Yuan Dynasty worked day and night on state affairs. Even Zong Zhenglin was busy staying in the dongnuang Pavilion for most of the month and never returned to the palace.

We should not only worry about state affairs, but also deeply feel guilty about the death of the Empress Dowager. When the Empress Dowager was in danger, Emperor Cheng of the Yuan Dynasty was hunting in the west mountain with his ministers. In the evening, I got the news that it was only cold at night, but I didn't expect the high fever in the middle of the night. When the emperor rushed back to the palace, the Empress Dowager was hanging her last breath.

When he heard the emperor call "empress mother", the man lying on the Phoenix bed was suddenly relieved and opened his eyes slightly. When the wish is over, you can't hold on to it any more, and you still have a smile on your mouth. You can't wake up any more

Yuan chengdi was depressed in his heart, regardless of his body and bones, and buried himself in political affairs. After all, old age, where can withstand such ups and downs. He was busy for only ten days, but he fainted in the office of diligent administration.

The prince acted as the agent of the government, and the vassal princes who were enfeoffed two years earlier, especially the west side, acted frequently. The man, like a lurking fierce beast, finally found the opportunity to open his claws.