Chapter 290: opportunity
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The Beloved Imperial Consort
- Zhen Yi
- 1566 characters
- 2021-02-03 02:20:55
On the return carriage, Mu Xiyao was holding the stove, and the scorpion looked out through the gap, and the corner of his mouth was full of smiles.
"The master, the 胭 胭 胭 都是 都是 都是 都是 都是 都是 都是 都是 都是 都是 都是 都是 都是 都是 殿 殿 殿 殿 殿 殿 殿 殿 殿 殿 殿 殿 殿 殿 殿 殿 殿 殿 殿 殿 殿 殿 殿 殿 殿 殿 殿 殿 殿 殿 殿 殿 殿 殿 殿 殿 殿The master has not been able to understand the act in the past.
There was a light rain outside, and the sky was gloomy and depressed. Although the body is wearing a coat, the wind blows in, it is still cool and cool. In such a day, the master can also laugh at the empty street.
Mu Xiyao stunned, and then looked at the outside shops, and surely sold all kinds of glutinous powder. Turned back and slouched on the soft couch, called the cypress fork to the fragrant fruit, bite down, the juice is more sweet.
She is not for the colorful powder of the Rauch. Only then did she feel happy, but it was because she left the sixth hall and couldn’t get out of bed to clean her face.
Obviously want to keep people, but they are dead and do not speak. Your Highness, you said that you are not tossing?
The most unstoppable woman, habitually pushed the wrong place to the sixth temple. The enchantress has to return to the house in the rain, but she never feels trouble for others. At this time, I was still playing with a small abacus.
Hey, let's take a small mouth, and the orthogonal generation of Merlin will start early tomorrow. Mu Xiyao felt that she had to go to the boss before turning, so that if she left, she would hang the appetite of the six halls. Calling him a net faint idea and adding to her, the stinky man holding Yu Yuyao on that day, the palm of his hand was able to detect the woman's chest position. Mu Xiyao sighed down and drummed the gang to chew it.
Molan is more intelligent than the orchids, and they see that the two masters are working harder. However, it seems that Yao’s master has a bigger face.
Seeing that the master and son are changing, it is much richer than when they first entered the government. In the end, I was pampered by my Highness, and my days were good. There were two little masters under the knees. This sentiment is not like when she is afraid of her, she can’t see it. Although the two of them are making a lot of noise this time, it is rare to see the ruddy spirit when they look at the master.
It’s just that you have suffered from your highness, and you have to be suffocated by the master. Mu Xiyao did not know that she was very close to her heart. She wanted to know how to bury her "women’s big and not stay in the country". Her orchid elbow was wrongly bent.
In the evening, Zong Zhenglin took the disease and reviewed the documents. When he was resting, he could not sleep anyway. The bed was a little bigger, the room was too cold, and the arms were empty and the tempting aroma was lost... After a few days of study, the six halls felt that it’s going to go down, it’s cheaper. , ill-treated.
Fengmen closed, twisting and turning, when she left, gentle and reasonable, reasonable and reasonable. I remembered the soft soft 糯糯 "Minger came to serve again", Zong Zhenglin held up the upper body, slender fingers picked up the credit.
Three moments. When you leave the Chen, you have to wait.
Early in the morning, Tian Fushan came over and unexpectedly saw that His Royal Highness had got up early, was wearing a robe, and sat on the bed to look at the military book. Just that look, how can it be worse than yesterday?
When Mu Xiyao entered the government, he happened to meet Su Shirou, who was carrying a food box outside the moon gate. Followed by Wan's and two women. Holding a woman's hair, she is very young. The face is just average, and the dress is very beautiful.
This is the two palaces given by the Queen Mother. Slightly screamed, I wanted to leave the road first, but I was so tightly behind the Su Shirou dog skin plaster, and it was also step by step. That is to send a party, clearly want to take her "pet" windmill, and entered the study of Zong Zhenglin.
This kind of person was lifted up, Mu Xiyao did not change color, and the guest set a cold sentence with her. Su Shirou thought that Zong Zhenglin was so good to speak? That man, when impatient, the gentleman style has never been a shadow.
Just why Wan Jingwen went to her with her? Mu Xiyao did not move to look at the next two steps, the low-browed woman. Wan’s humility took the initiative to avoid her attention, her eyes drooping and covering all her moods. Mu Xiyao smiled and helped the Molan models to go forward, and put this woman who had been in the government for a long time, and the woman who was self-disciplined and sensible was firmly in the heart.
The old saying goes well, the biting dog is not called. Take more precautions and always lose money.
A group of people just stepped into the courtyard door, and the people had not stood still, and they saw Tian Fushan eagerly greeted him.
"The big thing is this..."
"Master, there is a command from His Highness. If you see you don't need to pass it, just go in. You see, this is not an advanced house, and it is also exempted from your Highness."
The master also really entered the house when he stepped on Chen. It’s already getting up compared to the day when the temple is not yet bright. It’s not too late. Taking time out and the rest of the people to go through the ceremony, it is very euphemistic to convey the meaning of "His energy is not good, should be quiet." I heard Mu Xi Yao’s heart.
Tian Fushan’s slippery head is quite beautiful. According to her understanding, it is not "you wait for the woman's house to be too noisy, and your Highness is not happy."
The more I want to be more happy, the boss is very rare to be very appreciative. So considerately giving an excuse, no need to wait for it at this time.
"Sister, this is the case, my sister will take the first step. If you are rude, you can't be blamed." Seeing Su Shi's soft brakes changed his face, and when he saw her, he showed hatred in his eyes. Mu Xiyao did not return. He twisted his waist and took people to the stone steps. He went to the study along the veranda.
Wan Jingwen raised his gaze and his eyes stayed in front of the woman who was gradually drifting away and graceful. This time, it was a coincidence that His Highness fell ill, or did it happen early? I wanted to follow Su Shi, if it is fortunate, I can go in and have a look. This time, he was robbed by Mu's. It’s hard to go in again.
In the past, Tang Yiru was able to be treated with Zong Zhenglin. In addition to knowing the rules, there is one thing that is crucial. At that time, she was not selected for the palace, but also the old man who listened to the sneak peek. The reason why the sages of the sages are not bad, is that they have the merits of the hospital. It was the time when the man was old and he couldn’t remember clearly. He only said that it was during the period of the Battle of Mobei.
It is a pity that the war in Mobei has a deviation from the previous generation in time. Although Wan Jingwen got the news that she was very likely to be favored, she was struggling to get close to Zong Zhenglin. The only thing in the government that has a face, can get Zong Zhenglin's occasional response, except for Helian Minmin, it is the disappointment of the Soviet side!
When Nai was not lucky, Mu did not make it bad, but was told by Zong Zhenglin. Wan Jingwen glared at the woman who was angry and angry, and immediately replaced her face with a look of awkwardness.
Stupid! Bihe Minmin is more inferior. When I had not left the front yard, I dared to curse the woman who was placed on the apex of Zong Zhenglin. Su Yurou, I don’t want to have a time in my life.
Mu Xiyao solved the cloak, and when he saw the screen, he saw Zong Zhenglin sitting halfway down on the bed. The book is fastened on the chest, but it is "a battle plan." The portrait is well-sleeped, the breathing is gentle, and the light is unspeakable.
Lightly touched the past, first leaned over to explore his forehead, the situation is very good, has already retreated. The little hand slid down and pulled out the scroll of his palm, waiting to get up and returning, but the man who was closed and closed his hand grasped the wrist.