Chapter 215: Scourge (1)

"His Highness, sorrowful." You can change the position, the old one is holding it, you can't hold your body thick, and the small body can't hold it.
Mu Xiyao has been waking up since she has been awake. She has not seen her own injuries. This time she was appeased by Zong Zhenglin. With spiritual attention, she was so painful that she could pump the place. What a bad situation.
"Your Highness, you can't lift your arm. You can help me with it. I want to see it."
Zong Zhengying, the mad woman, had never suffered such a sin except that she had just passed through. This time, the beam is so big.
"No action. The doctor said, it will be raised for a few days. Jiaojiao is hungry?" Zong Zhenglin put her on the flat bed, deliberately swearing, not asking her to go deeper.
"But the roots of the ears are also hurting to the lower jaw. It hurts to use the rice." Mu Xiyao used his left hand to hook his clothes, and the small head turned to the left, indicating that Zong Zhenglin’s cheeks were also uncomfortable.
Zong Zhenglin’s nephew was dark and he held his fingers and slowly turned.
Can you drink porridge?

"His Royal Highness to give?" Mu Xiyao looked with a lazy, small hand holding his tail finger gently shaking, smiled in the throat.
The people who served with Dan Ruoyuan had been stopped by the High Court for more than half of the day. Now that the time has passed, I am anxious to follow the ants on the hot pot, and I will hear the callers.
Zhao Yan stopped and looked at Molan, who was about to rush into the house. She pointed to her red eyes and called the outside of the orchids that were not as good as her. She only took the orchids and put them on the curtains. The masters will have a bad time at this moment, and they need to be more cautious when serving.
The surface of the Molan was full of pain, looking at the curtain that fell, and the tears did not come out. Her master has always been strong, how can she suffer such a blow this time.
Zhao Wei thought that this was the case. In the middle, it was quiet and stagnation, but he did not want to bypass Jinping. He saw Yao’s head resting on his lap, and raised his head and squatted, holding his crest. Bathe and dress.
The expression of His Royal Highness does not seem to change. The hand is swaying over the head of Yao, and the hair is on the mouth, and the person is taking the meal first, and then no more mischievous.
Zhao Xin’s heart is happy, and I can’t guess the difference between the two. Not only did His Highness not alienate the Master, but it was a little milder. The heart that has been hanging for a long time is finally a bit solid.

Prepared glutinous rice porridge.

"Do not porridge, you want to loose the eggs and lean meat porridge." Mu Xiyao stopped Zong Zhenglin to order, as the temper loved to eat.
Zhao Wei is in a dilemma. "The main son, the pine flower egg color, is unfavorable..." The words came to an abrupt end.
Zong Zhenglin’s eyes swept away and looked at her deeply. It was said that soft voice and Mu Xiyao said that it seemed to be good to talk, but in fact it was a refutation of her meaning.
The pineapple egg has been medicated and should not be eaten for the first few days.

Mu Xiyao's eyes were bright and bright, looking at Zong Zhenglin's eyes on the top of his head, he nodded.
It’s so... It’s no wonder that this man has shifted her attention three times and four times, and she is still not angry with her. The Sixth Highness is so restrained, and it is not a good thing to hope for.
It’s just that the price seems to be a bit high...
When Zhao Yucai quits, he is pulled aside by Meran, eagerly looking forward to being able to find out the news from her mouth.
"How is the master? Can you cry so badly? Your Highness, is there... there is no..." How can the word "discard" not come out.
"What are you in a hurry, and your Highness has instructions, you come with me."
Taking Molan to the small kitchen, Zhao Wei couldn't bear her eagerness and anger. She finally whispered and told her clearly on the road.
"The spirit of the master is very good. I have never cried. I was stunned by the Highness." She almost said that she had a leak, and she had to be severely warned by her Highness, only to understand that it was peaceful, but it was a representation.
"Fortunately, the attitude of His Highness is closer than before, and it is very tight to the master. After that, even if there are difficulties, as long as the Lord is more pity, except for the color, it is not a problem."
Zhao Yu’s most sigh of relief is that his Highness does not seem to succumb to it. When he is injured and has no color, he can also resist the temper.
"Is it true that your Highness can not care? Even if you can read the old feelings for a while, but then? If it changes in the middle of the road, then the master..." How can it be? Molan’s eyebrows were deep and locked, and he was shocked and scared.
"Which tube has gotten a lot now. Look at it now." Zhao sighed.
This is in the backyard of the emperor, even if the face is not hurt, it may not be long or not? His Royal Highness is also a man, who can guarantee that there is no time to be happy.
The two people’s worries are not met by Mu Xiyao. Now the woman is screaming at the gang and Zong Zhenglin.
"His Highness, the whip is so painful. What about Zong Zhengying? Can you punish the emperor?"
Not to mention it, it is very ugly to mention Zong Zhenglin's face. I want to get angry and read that she is seriously injured, and she is reluctant to be uncomfortable. She is not venting when she is arrogant. She only looks at her account and tells Zong Zhengying that she has been confined.
Mu Xiyao was only good when he saw him. At the moment, he was cold and didn't look at people. When his eyes turned, he wanted to understand that Baozheng was born with her anger.
She is at a loss in this matter, although she is also wronged.
"His Royal Highness, are you suffocating?" Mu Xiyao whispered a little, tempting his index finger to poke his thigh.
Zong Zhenglin simply hated not to smoke her, knowing why. If she did not pity her suffering, then Mu Xiyao could not escape the punishment anyway.
See Zong Zhenglin continued to face her face, Mu Xiyao a small mouth, with a crying sounds.
"I was very addicted to Zong Zhengying at the moment. I didn't respond at the time. I didn't have a whip in my hand. When I got close, I just woke up, but I couldn't avoid it when I couldn't work..."
Grandma's, at that time, Yu Pei was so hot that she even had the thoughts of the monks. It is a pity that power is not enough.
After all, this matter has to blame Zong Zhenglin for his attention. If it wasn’t for him to call the defending lady to leave the morning, she could disarm in advance and fight with the bare hands.
"Your Highness, you let the Guardian receive the whips and whip..." Seeing Zong Zhenglin suddenly looked back, a pair of people eating, Mu Xiyao trembled, muttering and not convinced.
Zong Zhenglin’s scorpion was tight, and after all, she was defeated and controlled.
"If you have a whip in your hand, would you dare to go over it?"
The man's face was dark and the center of the sword was deeply raised, and the scorpion was angry.
Mu Xiyao knows badly. This reason has not only helped her to get rid of her crimes. Instead, she has come to Zong Zhenglin’s anger, and this anger has been dismissed.
If it is correct, in the future, in the future, you have to rely on the boss to support. People can't give her away, but they have to come back.
"His Highness, you are scared. I am afraid that my brain hurts, my hands hurt, my face hurts, and there is no pain in my body." Mu Xiyao rubbed his eyes with his left hand, sneaked through his fingers and secretly looked at it. Zheng Lin looks.
Just like you, you can't bear to be embarrassed, you are still arrogant and arrogant, not kind.
"You!" Zong Zhenglin changed his face on the face, and his ears continued to ring Mu Xiyao's delicate and sighing sighs, and he knew that she was mostly blamed. After all, she was still worried. Holding the man up and holding it on his chest, Zong Zhenglin ironed his face and stroked her back, stiffening and opening his mouth.
"Can you call the doctor?"
The little woman is squeamish, in the end, Zong Zhenglin is not allowed.
Mu Xiyao's beautiful eyes can be starred, and the hand is taken away and replaced with a smile.
"It’s uncomfortable, there is a distressed heart, and you won’t hurt.
He leaned his neck and licked his lips. The scorpion shuddered and closed, waiting for Zong Zhenglin to be close.
Zong Zhenglin’s eyebrows jumped, and the first time she saw her taking the initiative to invite a kiss, the ear was so soft and to the bottom of her heart, she looked at her for a long time, until Mu Xiyao’s eyelashes flashed faster and faster, and she sighed like a sigh. Sound, leaning over her wish.
In this life, I have encountered this scourge, and I am afraid that it will be harder to clean.