MTL - The Beloved Imperial Consort-Chapter 318 Housework

In another two months, the once-influenced clothing store has changed its home and changed its business to oil flats. The remaining two ready-to-wear stores on Qianqian Street, except for Jiahefang, were the most surprising, but they were the last tailored shop in the opposite side of Jiahefang. Although the business was extremely bleak, it was barely maintained.

No one knows that this shop, which may not be able to attract even 20 or 30 guests a month, is behind the owner and the business-prosperous Jiahefang master. In fact, it is the same person - that is, the famous "Mrs. Muxi" .

From September to September, the climate in the north is changeable. Dry and cold in the morning and evening, occasionally with a small snow. At this time, you need to wear a thick coat, and add a cloak outside to resist the cold. For this reason, Mu Xiyao burned the dragon in the house, and got up early in the morning is also a little later than half.

The two small families at home are more well cared for. Not only moved to live in the east wing of the main house, but also made warm clothes with the newly delivered cotton fur. At this time, the dragons can be used in the North, and they are all worthy of the wealthy people. Mu Xiyao, this seemingly inconspicuous small courtyard, is full of extravagance everywhere. The House of Lords gave her mother and son a house, which is comparable to that of ordinary people.

Wait until the day before and after the afternoon, the hot sun on the outside of the house, you have to quickly fade the coat, leaving only the light autumn clothes, or a thin hour of sweat after a quarter of an hour.

In the main courtyard of the city west, Mu Xiyao was busy in the small kitchen to ask people to pick up the wild taste sent by Zong Zhenglin. Many of them sent them generously and went to the home of her two shopkeepers.

Needless to say, Lei’s lady is determined to settle in Jiahefang. Another shopkeeper, in addition to the initial worry that the clothes shop was finished, his shop will be called by the master to close the door. When it arrived, Mu Xiyao found out that he had spoken back, and then he was down to earth and went back to work.

If the shop is depressed, you have to close the door? That may not be the case. On the same street, the two are so matched, who can still not benefit from the benefits of Jiahefang? Besides, there is a ready-made paradigm that is in front of you, deterrence, but it is real. With this store that only needs to subsidize more than twenty-two dollars a month, Jiahefang's business will only become more and more prosperous.

"The master, His Royal Highness, this wild deer, is the deer in the deer. You look at this corner, long and thick, looks taller than the side, and is the head of the deer, it must be the leader. According to the small one, the arrow of the Highness is really a must. One arrow can shoot through the head. If it is changed, then it must not be thousands of miles away, take the enemy's first level?"

Qiang Saner, who was originally honest, had studied with Tian Fushan for a while before leaving Beijing. When you get to the North, you will get started. This time, you will talk more and more, and the next person will have your own prestige.

Mu Xiyao grinned and let him brag about Zong Zhenglin. This slippery head, knowing that the Sixth Highness will return, specifically picked up the time to say hi-details before her.

Now the Chinese military commander has ordered that the army temporarily retreat to Moganling and wait until October to continue to open. At that time, the temperature plummeted, and the desert northerly grain and grass will be absolutely perfect. It is a good time for siege.

Taking advantage of this gap, the coaches of the various cavalry orders, hunting around. First, just train the soldiers, so as not to let the soldiers slack off; secondly, they played the game, and Wei Wei took it all away, leaving only the grain for the winter in Mobei.

Mobei people are not stupid. Seeing that Wei Wei can't attack, they want to besiege and destroy them. They are also repeatedly launching secret surprise attacks. Unfortunately, after all, the number of cavalry was not dominant. Before the crossing, the Wei had set up the chariot array early, and had to avoid its edge. After several trials, the force of the Mibei army has been adjusted and gradually reduced to zero. It intends to bypass the enemy's border. The small-scale forces intervene in and out, and must not be trapped in the border town.

When the situation changed, Zong Zhenglin was often placed on the streets, guarded and guarded. Occasionally, when I returned to the government, I stayed for three or two days. It is this short time, and there are always military newspapers coming from time to time.

Mu Xiyao swears that he is really hard, and the care of the living is also extraordinarily. Whether it is watching people make cotton coats, or hand-picked meat to the defending, it is called Zong Zhenglin's heart ironing, unusually soft.

It’s rare to see her show her quietly. A delicate woman, speaking soft and soft. He leaned over and folded his clothes, and surrounded them. The little face was red and moist, which made people call people busy. This way, called Zong Zhenglin loves the pole.

It is the sixth imperial court, but in the house, the look is always two points softer than the outside. At this point, the sisters of Sarenaren are particularly striking. They are their heads, I am afraid I can see my face under the temple, not as many times as they are.

In the small kitchen, Mu Xiyao raised his eyebrows and smiled. "Hurry up and pack it up. When you return to your home, you will ask the master to ask for money. You will not be spared." When the neck was shrunk, the spurt of the horse had to converge, and I laughed back. I was so busy that I screamed and asked the person to lift the deer to the yard to shave and bleed.

Don't talk about the reward, stay a little longer in front of His Royal Highness, and he feels that his legs are soft. I don't know how the master asked him to be happy. When he was in one place, there was laughter.

Zong Zhenglin’s return to the government is already over halfway. It’s very strange to see the familiar figure outside the second door. Waiting to enter the main house, I saw his son Chengqing little one, is pitiful on the side of the bed, while stretching his neck and squatting to look at it, while the committee is bent and squinting.

On the couch, Chengyou was sitting cross-legged, dumb scorpion twitching, the nose was red, and the milk was called his mother. I learned to be a simple kid, and it’s not ambiguous to call people. The left index finger is being carefully looked at by Mu Xiyao.

"What happened?" Zong Zhenglin solved the slogan and handed it to Naren. He walked to the front of the couch and touched the eldest son's head. He held the man in his arms and settled near Mu Xiyao.

"His Royal Highness." Mu Xiyao had a surprise in his eyes, and he slammed his mouth to Zong Zhenglin. "Your son is naughty and caught the ants playing. While the younger brother is afraid of him in the walker, he puts a few in the hands of the little guy and intends to tease him."

Pulling up the sincere index finger to join Zong Zhenglin, Bai Shengsheng chubby finger, a red swelling like a mass. A little touch, Chengyou will hurt his tears.

The little guy was bitten by the ants, and immediately he let go of the scorpion and cried. Surprisingly, Mu Xiyao, who was still in the afternoon, rushed. When I asked this question, I realized that it was a good luck to provoke something.

The son hurts, and when Laozi’s nature is distressed. I asked Mu Xiyao, I learned that I had sent someone to the doctor, and Zong Zhenglin patted the head. "Can you tell the wrong?"

The little guy crouched on his chest, and was stunned by the face of Mu Xiyao's face before, and dared not look up at his mother. He only grabbed his clothes and sighed, and said with a crying voice, "It is the fault of Chengqing."

After all, the little guy is young and young, so begging for mercy, it is always hard to remember. This is especially true of His Highness.

Looking at this situation again, I am very familiar with it. It is a small woman who is fierce and his son. Zong Zhenglin gave her a sigh of relief. "It’s good to say to him, why is it fierce?"

Hey, at this time, do you know that you have to talk well and you can’t lose your temper? Your son is a treasure, what is the grass? When you say "wrong mistakes", why don't you see that?

I blame him for a moment, Mu Xiyao comforted Chengyou, and asked the culprits.

"I said at my own discretion, I was dissuaded at that time. Who is imposing? If it is to stop again, it is called smashing the shackles and the aunts of the green buds outside the board. The young age is right and wrong, listening to the identity of the master. I don’t want to talk. Is the mother-in-law teaching this sincerely?"

Together with the godson, Mu Xiyao has always been strict. Pay special attention to your son's habits.

“Where is the mistake of Chengqing today?”

The little guy sneaked up, and there was protection behind him, and he was more daring. "You shouldn't play ants."

Wrong here? Mu Xiyao’s son was stunned. “Nothing?” The children’s family, who did not have a naughty. He said that boys, it is not a girl when they are young. The little things obviously didn't realize where they were wrong.

Hesitant for a moment, Chengqing little buns are not sure to open their mouths. "You should not give your brother an ant."

Reluctantly like something. Mu Xi Yao face slightly eased. "What else? Think again."

This time it was a bitter face, thinking about it for a long time, the little guy had no sound.

Mu Xiyao whitened the man sitting on the side of his eyes. That means that his son made a mistake today, and he used to be used to it. If Zong Zhenglin repeatedly defended her, she would have cleaned up the little things.

Before the little buns also had troubles, but it was all childish naughty, said he was. This time it is different, actually forcefully open the palm of the hand of Gui, and still want to hit the board? This is all right!

No one can beat others to make sense. The demon girl strongly disagreed. There is nothing good in the nest.

After listening to the mother and son two questions, Zong Zhenglin flashed in the eyes. Looking down at the sincere celebration, I cried, and finally I reached out and stopped the lessons that Mu Xiyao would export.

"You shouldn't be anxious. Wait until the temple teaches your son, and then ask him to admit your mistakes." He said that he reached out and caressed the top, comforting the younger son, and the six halls were unbiased, and a bowl of water was flat. Then I got up and took Cheng Qing to go outside.

This stop did not stop the man from praising his son. Mu Xiyao is discouraged.

At this time, she was born with a variety of complaints that many people had in their hearts. The six guards of this high guard, this short protection, really did not have a spectrum. Others have this unwillingness, the reason is in her. And she is because of her own boy.

After waiting for the doctor and Chengyou to see the wound, and opened the unilaterally wiped the medicinal juice, the little guy really improved, and the snoring sound slowly stopped. It’s like crying tired, a pair of eyes screaming, seeing is going to sleep.

Mu Xiyao politely gave the reward, Zong Zhenglin gave the defending eye to the outside, and the doctor was taken out by the little guard who was dressed up in the dark.

Mu Xiyao mother and child situation, a trace can not be revealed. In the dark, you can't neglect. When Zong Zhenglin turned around, he saw Mu Xiyao leaning against the door, staring at him with a smile and his eyes. In the past, she took her little hand, and the two figures were reflected in the sunset, and they only felt happy and happy.