MTL - The Beloved Imperial Consort-Chapter 33 With thirty-five

Molan helped Mu Xiyao to use a nourishing medicated diet and gently served her to lie down. Looking at the woman's chin, Meran is very distressed.

"Miss," hesitated for a while, still couldn't hold back, "His Royal Highness..."

"What? Despite the straightforward." Mu Xiyao only felt tired, so many days of continuous day and night, and did not eat well, the body that served the drug could not hold back.

"His Royal Highness has not been asked since that day. Today, I went out again."

"Well, I know." The voice fell, and it was already asleep.

Molan watched the master sleep, and had to stay quietly. The master has been in the government for two months, and His Royal Highness has always been petting. Other women in the backyard have never been there, so staying at the master, not to mention that they are His Royal Highness, is the common man’s husband, and it is extremely rare.

His Royal Highness was angry this time, and the Lord had never been there for a few days. I don't want the main son to still sleep sweetly, or the wisdom of the bead is in the grip, calm and terrible.

Molan faintly felt that the master had to look down on His Highness... I couldn’t think deeply, she was afraid that she would think too well and would feel fear in advance.

Two days later, Mu Xiyao no longer felt weak and his spirit returned to his original condition. The whole person is a little thin, and everything is in good condition.

After two rounds in the yard, Mu Xiyao turned back and asked Molan. "What have I done, can I have it properly?"

Molan nodded. "When I return home, I will hand it over to Woodlands. Will Miss see it now?"

"Look at it later, call me a leaf for me."

Ye opened the call and reported to the inner court with a bitter face. After receiving the rice paper handed over by Mu Xiyao, it was a lot of objects on the top, and I had to go through the errands.

Zong Zhenglin deliberately went out late in the past few days, just wanting to cold the woman who is more and more arrogant for a few days. It’s just too noisy. Not only did he go out and hang out, but he also made himself faint. Before being indulged too much, let her not know how to converge, now just thinking about it.

Looking at the daily life recorded by the Guardian, the woman is honest when she is sick, and she does not mean to sin. Zong Zhenglin picked up the eyes of the phoenix. Who is used to this temper? After all, I was worried about it, and I was going to sleep at night and go see it.

Mu Xiyao was blindfolded, and the small hand was holding the man's corner sleeves. By candlelight, he looked at the back of the bed and snorted, "His Royal Highness."

Zong Zhenglin visited Mu Xiyao and saw that she had blood on her face. She was waiting to leave, but she did not want to be pulled away. The body is stiff and does not return.

"His Royal Highness." The woman replied again, and the voice was a little clearer.

The robes were pulled a few times, Zong Zhenglin slowly turned around, and looked at her look, the spirit should be restored. The man was stunned and looked cold, and he stood quietly, without saying a word.

"His Royal Highness," Mu Xiyao looked at his handsome face, slowly sitting up, not afraid of his imposing manner, reaching out to Zong Zhenglin's waist, his head intimately honed, his voice screaming, "妾I miss you."

Zong Zhenglin was slightly stunned and stood for a moment before he sat down slowly. Let her hold her own waist, the tone is the harshness that Mu Xiyao has never heard before. "When you hang out, take care of yourself as this ghost?"

Mu Xiyao knew that he was mad at this time, and immediately looked up, tears in his eyes, and his voice choked. "He just wants to finish it as soon as possible, and he has to forget it for a while." Continue to drill in Zong Zhenglin's arms, and say that he is not wronged, and the small body is still shaking.

Zong Zhenglin quietly for a moment, raised her little face with one hand, black and deep, and solemnly warned, "No next time." The tone was fierce and the attitude was tough.

"Yes." Mu Xiyao whispered, and then looked at him with a sigh of courage. Seeing his tempering, he squeezed into the man's arms and hugged him.

Mu Xiyao was silent in the invisible place of Zong Zhenglin, stinky man posing on the shelf, stingy. But I still have to please him now, it’s a shack.

Adjusting the mentality, Mu Xiyao black glimmers with bright light. I also remembered what, sideways, small hands on the pillow side of a groping, they took out a delicate purple-brown carved Nanmu box and handed it to Zong Zhenglin.

Zong Zhenglin looked at her with a slightly shy look. She first took a closer look at her handwriting and meticulous work on the wooden box before slowly opening the lid.

Apricot white satin bottom, a black gold ring, stringed on the same texture of the necklace. The ring is made of black gold-plated hibiscus flower petals, and the lines of all the petals above are clearly visible, such as flowers. The necklace is a sakura flower vine shape, beautiful and unusual, every detail is like a natural.

"The sedges are plated with a layer of black gold on the petals and vines of Zhicao, completely sealing up their fresh postures, and have not deliberately modified the half points." Mu Xiyao explained in detail, sweet and delicate sound in the ears of Zong Zhenglin .

"So, the 'Zheyao' of 'Xi Yao' will never die. Your Highness, can you still like it?" Mu Xiyao looked at Zong Zhenglin's eyes.

Zong Zhenglin’s black tides are surging in the dark, but his expression remains the same. Unlocking the necklace, Zong Zhenglin peeled off his collar and pulled the small hand of Mu Xiyao, indicating that he would bring it for himself.

Mu Xiyao took the necklace, his hand trembled, with Zong Zhenglin's deep gaze, past his hands behind his neck, his face close to his neck, the hot breath was sprayed on it, his body was tight Tightly in one place.

I haven’t seen each other for a few days, and both of them are in danger.

Zong Zhenglin embraced her, slowly except her clothes...

This night, Zong Zhenglin pressed her to the soft chair, the table, and the dressing table, and finally dissolved the loneliness and violent anger of the past few days. Strictly holding this woman, enriching each other again and again, Zong Zhenglin vented all his desires in her body, still refused to withdraw half a point, so it fits tightly together for a night.

The next morning, the six princes of Zong Zhenglin were absent from the morning exercise for the second time. Only Yu Wei’s single shadow was only sighed in the courtyard. Yao’s master took the temple and took it. But my heart was very happy, and the hard days finally passed. I don’t have to look at the gloomy handsome face of my Highness. It’s too embarrassing.

In the next few days, the Fifth Sui Dynasty sent a letter from Lushan, and will stay in Zhangzhou in January, and ask His Royal Highness to go ahead. Zong Zhenglin answered that with Mu Xiyao, he traveled all the gardens and flowers in the last time. Even the private flower houses went to several places. Mu Xiyao is very excited. Every day, her face is filled with a satisfying smile. The little face is more beautiful and beautiful.

The Sixth Highness accompanied the beautiful people in the daytime, and enjoyed themselves at night. The two nights and nights, Zong Zhenglin has a lot of tricks, only want to smash Mu Xiyao, so that she will not dare to leave him.

On the last day of October, everyone packed up and set off for Beijing.