Chapter 270: Deep burial

"His Royal Highness, is there still no income?" On the following day, seeing Zong Zhenglin’s return to the government, he still had a deep brow, and Mu Xiyao also followed the difficulty. Could it be that she thought about it?
"Although the Queen Mother did not wake up, then the Royal Hospital Court sentenced to the illusion, it is mostly recognized."
This is good news. If he can find the wake of the awakening, Zong Zhenglin is a rumor.
According to Yugu, the deeper the inner barrier, the greater the effectiveness of the traction. The Queen Mother’s heart is most concerned, but what is it?
Mu Xiyao leaned softly on Zong Zhenglin's shoulders, because he couldn't go to the ground, and he had to rest in bed.
"His Highness, this thing, the emperor can not get the idea?" For most of his life, he was trapped in the deep palace. Jin Tai’s knees had no children. In addition to the emperor and the Yuancheng emperor who was like a parent, who else? Why can you try it more than right?
"If the emperor can't do the Lord, like this, I don't want to understand." Mu Xiyao whispered. Yuan Chengdi is not the most filial piety? At this time, the Queen Mother is not good. If she is a son, she can’t figure it out. She will go to the palace every month and ask for peace once again. Can it be clearer than the emperor?
"His Highness, you said that this is a hindrance. Except for the joy of the heart, is it not a lifetime to be branded in the bottom of my heart, hateful? Isn’t it the one who grabs the favor of the first emperor? Or the prince who is favored, and the old The ancestors? But this is not right. Those who don’t say that they are still absent are the longevity of Fushou, and the Queen Mother has not summoned him in recent days.
Mu Xiyao took Zong Zhenglin’s hair, his mouth lingered, his fingers smashed. Hair tips, stealing his cochlea. Why is Zong Zhenglin not afraid of scratching?
The cranky thoughts, the more unchanging, Mu Xiyao did not pay attention to the fine mans that Zong Zhenglin suddenly lit up.
"Jiaojiao."
"Ok?"
"The brain finally said it once."
"..."
Your Highness, what do you mean? It is to find amused, not to throw people into the dust. I don't expect you to praise the top, smart, smart, and you can always get it.
Going out to call Wei Wei to pass the letter to the palace, and when he returned to the house, Zong Zhenglin held two bottles in his hand.
Mu Xiyao and the frightened sly, a pair of scorpions won the boss, hurriedly pulled the quilt, and wrapped himself up in a rigorous manner, only revealing a head outside and Zong Zhenglin.
"The temple, Your Highness, I will wait until later, where you can use your hands. No trouble, no trouble!"
"When the temple is kneading your ankles, how can you not see a lot of guest?" Zong Zhenglin was intolerant.
Excuse me? She has a facial export. From the top of the palace, even if it was above the church, no one would bother him.
Seeing Mu Xiyao timidly shrinking, secretly moving towards the inside, the six halls immediately had no good face.
"Golden Jiao is afraid of the temple?" At that time, she was hurt, did she have rooted in this woman's heart?
Zong Zhenglin was the last to mention, it was the night. It is the joy of illusion, and the humiliation is rejected by him. What's more, one night's indulgence was exchanged for Mu Xiyao's bruises and body losses.
Can you be afraid? You are tired of sneak peeks. He is still hurt, but the enemy is not as strong as a cow.
"I am afraid of it," said Zong Zhenglin, who hadn’t finished talking yet. Mu Xiyao squinted and rushed to the top. "It’s not good, it’s not good enough to serve you! You are again Cold face, I am still afraid!" At this moment, she did not handle the six-handed hand. The bottom is full, afraid of him doing it. The sound of hands and feet is not afraid of his cold eyes, not to mention the fact that he will be raised in bed now.
Zong Zhenglin’s glimpse, seeing her imposing manners, and immediately returning to God must not treat her as leisurely. If this woman is to be afraid of him, it is not the temper of the tyrant of the king.
This is because he looked at her lightly, just wanting to follow the donkey, a little comfort, then listen to the woman holding the scorpion, the routine turned very fast.
"Your grandmother is fierce. Yugu said it, oh, it is a quiet retreat. You see the sly face of Tianer, oh, this heart and soul, suddenly up and down, how can you still calm down." Petite blame, secretly squatting, and the little mouth is tall.
Zong Zhenglin took the medicine bottle and was condescending. He looked at the woman who was smashed into the bed.
After a day of schooling, I slept enough and my skin tone returned to perfection. The face of the tender and tender porcelain is covered with fluffy hair, and the eyes are especially attractive. The little eyes that come from time to time, ghosts and ghosts, can see people tickle. Just like the spirit of the hook, a trace of the heart.
Looking at the cotton velvet quilt that was wrapped in her airtightness, Zong Zhenglin looked refreshed and many thoughts retreated.
"Hey, come over. I have been on the medicine earlier, and I have a good time." She couldn't let her go, and Zong Zhenglin caught the people very quickly.
The stinky man didn't know how to be lighter. The next time he was "changing clothes", she broke the good clothes in vain.
"His Royal Highness, you have broken the sloppy pockets and paid for it." Zong Zhenglin was extremely fond of her wearing clothes. The clothes next to the man can still resist the temper to solve the buckle. Only the small clothes, the tie is the internal force shock, the most emotional time, but also a hand in his hand, no bones.
"Low your money, you have to find Tian Fushan to ask for it." In front of him, he was shameless, and the people below were good at the end.
Sure enough, Mu Xiyao was so angry that he closed his mouth and arms around his chest and turned his back.
"Will you wait until the time? Don't let go! The temple says it will never move you."
It’s easy to be uncompromising, and Mu Xiyao is really not afraid of Zong Zhenglin’s coming. Only hurt her, the man should have lost his mark. When he was stunned, he was smothered by the scent of the nose.
The man actually stood in her position, and reached out after himself. The bottle that pulled the cork was so bad that it almost hit the tip of Mu Xiyao.
"Yeah!" exclaimed, hurriedly shunned, but forgot to forget the six-year-old, and waited for her sheep to enter the tiger's mouth.
Behind it is a man with a strong chest, under her eyelids is her most useless, thick syrup smell. Mu Xiyao was forced to do nothing, only to look up at his head and gasp. Without hesitation, he loosened his arm and urged him with a sigh of relief. "You should wipe it off with your Highness, and you will be uncomfortable with that smell."
Boss black heart and black lungs, it is really hateful, early pull out the cork, knowing that she can not stand, do not scream in advance.
Zong Zhenglin saw her Zhang Huang lose her hands and feet, and her eyes slowly smiled.
Virtue! I can't pick up this delicate girl. All of them are stinky, I really want to cure her, and I need to talk to her.
It was really a gentle smear for her wounds, from top to bottom, there were no signs of irregularity in the sixth hall. Mu Xiyao was pitiful and arrogant, and he allowed him to do whatever he wanted. The enemy is strong, I will retreat, always when she turns over!
However, how can a man be uncharacteristic and so restrained? Even the breath in the ear is very calm.
Looking back on his face for a long time, like uncertainty, and sneaked into the legs of Zong Zhenglin.
"Jiaojiao."
"Ok?"
"I thought about it, and I also endured for a few days."
Mu Xiyao smashed his face and hurriedly looked up. He did not hear him happy and teased.
Bastard!
"His Highness, you are so naked and facing you, do you really have no thoughts in your heart? Or did you use the internal force early and suppress it in advance?" The woman who was still covered in the past, now sees Zong Zhenglin not doing it. It’s awkward.
Admiring the girl's feelings, it is difficult to wait. Except for His Highness, I am afraid that no one can still make her.
For a long time, I didn’t hear the answer behind me. I only wiped the palm of my medicinal juice and gently stroked the side of her leg. I only licked it in the wound, and took a warm breath to make her bruise. This silence brought too much meaning, so that Mu Xiyao gradually understood Zong Zhenglin's thoughts.
The room was silent for a moment, Mu Xiyao did not quarrel again, just leaned on his arms and slowly closed his eyes.
It turned out that this man has been apologizing. Just being her face, never said it.
"Your Highness, I have a lot of good things, it is no pain."
Zong Zhenglin gently fell a kiss behind her head, palms covering her chest, not erotic, but exploring her heartbeat.
"There will be no next time."
The man's voice is low, steady and powerful. He will not, others, even if she does not.
It is obviously awkward, but the word is sharp, bringing out the tyranny of Zong Zhenglin.
Mu Xiyao smiled at the bottom of his eyes and softly licked his chin.
In the afternoon, the news came out, and the Queen Mother woke up.
It was going to have a good afternoon to get a good news. Mu Xiyao was curious and smashed the corner of the six halls and blocked the people who were about to leave.
"His Highness, what is the traction? What do you want to say? You have been thinking about it, and you can’t sleep well."
Putting her small hand and putting the rules into the quilt, Zong Zhenglin smoothed the Jinpao and walked slowly.
"The most common thing is that the case is on the scroll." The voice is falling, and the people are out. Mu Xiyao heard the remarks of the Molan ceremony, which plagued her for a long time, and finally saw the clouds and saw the future.
This is the case. The Queen Mother thought, how can the prostitute of the palace explore? The first emperor and the emperor were never courageous to touch, and the rest of the rest was only the most thoughtful, only a practice.
Mu Xiyao turned to the inside and went to sleep. But she thinks complicated, and occasionally simple, not necessarily without surprises.
Yuan Chengdi wakes up from the Queen Mother, and the face is swept away and replaced with color. Zong Zhenglin was extremely appreciative of this. Not only did you enjoy a lot of treasures, it was the most eye-popping, and it was specially designed to double the military squad, enough for Zong Zhenglin to use under the Wu Jianshi and the government. Among them, the Queen Mother’s praises have been indispensable.
The Sixth House of the Sixth House won the emperor's award, and it was a joy to boost morale.
The rest of the emperor's house has its own actions, and the discussion in the back is more frequent.
Zong Zhenghan casually played with the lacquer ware snuff bottle, which was praised as the best in the spring.
"Six brothers, this is a good way to be envied. In the Shu Gong Palace, I can easily catch a palace, and I can solve the illness of the Queen Mother. It is not the temple that needs to burn high incense. This kind of skill can also make him hit?"
The fainting of the Queen Mother is indeed the layout of the sect. The only thing that can be done is not what the blind man does.
He Lianzhen focused on the tea on the case. After only a moment, the soup veins on the surface of the soup showed the magic of the water.
"Someone has broken a foot and broke the big things of His Royal Highness. I can't help but understand what it is, but who is it, and add a snake."