MTL - The Beloved Imperial Consort-Chapter 313 Wind

The young central military commander of the camp, looks good and looks clear. If it is not really like dancing and ink, and lacks some books, it is a rare Confucian.

The defending champion looked at the meditation for a long time, and no matter how he looked, it was not like the previous tiger's back, and he was a brave man. No wonder it is a brother and sister, doing the trick, between the two.

"His Royal Highness has an order, and the end will obey."

"You are not curious about how the temple reveals your disguise?" The elbow supported the forehead, and Zong Zhenglin asked with great interest.

"This is not necessary. The side swearing once said that at the end of this disguise, when he met his high, he must not look at your eyes. It was really guessed by her." Mu Jinzhi shook his head and mentioned Mu Xiyao. The eyes are full of love.

Seeing that he cares for Mu Xiyao in his eyes, Zong Zhenglin’s nephew, his heart was not so happy, and suddenly remembered that he had promised the woman, to her father and brother, "to be generous."

So soft and soft, how can it be branded in the heart, firmly rooted...

"Is she calling you like this?" There is no one here, the defending is his confidant, Zong Zhenglin has no shun.

"His Royal Highness." Mu Jinzhi respected the dagger, and his eyes seemed to have an aftertaste. I couldn't help but come up again, the situation before he left home one year later.

The petite little girl, holding a squad of books, slammed into his room. Holding the book case, he gasped slightly, and the scorpion crystal looked at him. The sound was as sweet as usual, but the opening made him unexpected.

"Brother, my sister has something very important to say, listen to you." It was like this. The **** suddenly came, but he was told to enter the gods, and he slowly concentrated on himself, and he did not score at all.

That year, she was waiting for the word, but she had not yet released the cabinet, but she was a little older.

"At the end of the day, my sister once said that I will be able to lead the troops, and I will be able to lead the troops. I will not be able to make a mistake. I will not be able to make a mistake and be mistaken for the country. I will not be able to make a contribution to the world, and I will be able to make a career and show my ambitions. ”

Zong Zhenglin is deeply stunned and thoughtful. That woman is saying that Mu Jinzhi is the leader of this, but it is not the handsome. How does she make this judgment, and why?

"You can be convinced?"

"At first, it was naturally unconvincing. The man is alive, who doesn't want to stand on the ground. If you lean down on others, you can be willing. At the end, the girl will only smile and look at the end for a moment. At the end, if the end will have the chance to see two people, with him. The man drilled three times on the sand table."

It is a little embarrassing to face the tip of the nose. "Then I really met the two people. After the three sets, the end will be defeated and lost. It is actually losing more than half of the city. Only then will the understanding of the girl, the words, will not help the outsiders to suppress their own brothers. ambition."

"So she chose Yuan Hao for your investment?"

"Yes. The side squad is only a guerrilla tester, and the marching tactics will be able to comprehend. If it is barely effective, it will delay the big event." Not to be ashamed, but to laugh. Later, she entered the Wujian Division, and everything was in accordance with what she said. Someone can wholeheartedly consider planning for him, and make a good plan early, and he will be blessed.

"Why did you ask you to cover up your talents?" Needless to think, I know that she is jealous.

"The land of the army, the children of the family are many. The people of the sages are able to win the military. It is not necessary to take advantage of the real power to seize the military merits. It is said that people are always pegged. Moreover, at the end of the story, the sister said that when the war in Mobei started, it may not be unpredictable. People are mixed into the army. Keeping some of your hands is always a matter of life."

After a long silence in the camp, Zong Zhenglin suddenly sighed. There are emotions in the eyes, but more is pity.

"When you talk in the study, what is the side geometry?"

The eyes of Mu Jin are smiling, and there is faint pride. "The virtual age of fourteen, in fact, just after the thirteen."

Later, he talked with Mu Jinzhi for a while, and examined some military strategies. Zong Zhenglin was satisfied and nodded, and he called Wei Wei to send him out.

Thirteen... The person who was placed in her heart, I am afraid that few people can know how much the woman has done to prosper her family.

Zong Zhenglin indulged in forgetting the days. In two days, I was able to hold the soft and fragrant woman into my arms. The days are a bit slower...

Tin City. Mu Xiyao packed up early in the morning, estimated the time, used the meal to watch the sun is still good, then asked people to take Cheng Chengcheng, walked in the yard, followed her to welcome people.

She only had to pay extra attention to the plaque of Jiayifang.

When Zong Zhenglin was in the third place, he entered the house and crossed the second door. He saw Mu Xiyao in the courtyard, a haze-colored water skirt, a cover of a brocade gown, and hired Tingting, so he was so shy Look at him, the water is so bright, the sweet and greasy smell of the drops, see Zong Zhenglin's footsteps.

"His Royal Highness." Holding the skirt, I seem to be close to the front. But he was not happy with a small mouth.

"I have been looking forward to His Highness for a long time, and my Highness has seen you, and there is no smile."

The play was not finished yet, and her son first gave her a scorpion.

“Hey, hug.” Chengqing’s little buns licked his little short legs, which was different from his delicate and promising mother-in-law. So he ran straight past her, holding a Zong’s leg, and his head was high. From the beginning, it seems that the fat face is particularly painful. So close to him, just called Zong Zhenglin at first sight, the look is soft.

Holding his son to kiss his forehead, Xiaodou Ding ha ha ha 搂 他 他 颈 颈 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Chengqing, this is not open, and it is the matter of competing for it, it should be her! The child is more expensive than the mother. This boy is also much more educated. What's more, there is a need for talents to be so diligent, and the milk doll is wasting this opportunity.

Looking up at the little woman boss is not happy to lick the weeds born between the slate at the foot of the foot, Zong Zhenglin's eyes are more and more smiling. The son stirred up her ghost idea and rejoiced in his temper.

"Not yet, not asking for the temple."

Huh? Boss so quickly explored the news in the city? Mu Xiyao’s scorpion stunned and smirked out in a blink of an eye.

"Your Highness is your hangs, and all the people in the **** are sending messages."

"I know so, what else can you complain about?"

Did not complain. Then she happily gathered up and dialed the small body of her son's meat dumplings, which occupied the most comfortable position in front of the boss.

"It doesn't look like that." Having said that, the next thing is called Mu Xiyao.

With a sincere eyes, Zong Zhenglin leaned over and quickly gave her a small mouth.

"Hey?" Why did he stop him from watching? Chengqing confused call.

"The wind is big. Chengqing slammed some of his eyes." The six priests did not fight, and his son heard the words.

Mu Xiyao closed his eyes and accepted his kisses. His eyelashes were frequently moved and his heart was not happy.

"Hey, has the wind gone?"

"Not yet."

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When your son grows up, if you can remember this, your Highness, what is your feelings...