Mu Xiyao followed behind Zong Zhenglin, pulling at the front of his shirt, and kept shouting that he wanted to know the details of Qi's provoking Zong Zhenglin.
Zong Zhenglin walked in front, without looking sideways, his lips pursed tightly. Just annoyed.
"His Royal Highness~~" Mu Xiyao rolled her eyes, holding back a smile, looking very hard.
When Zong Zhenglin heard Mu Xiyao's call, he was silent, completely different from the commotion just now.
After stopping, Zong Zhenglin glanced at the pavilion in front of him, and turned around with Mu Xiyao.
"Go ahead. Don't hold your breath."
Mu Xiyao sat on top of Zong Zhenglin, wrapped his arms around his neck, changed his breath, and raised his head cautiously to test. "His Royal Highness, you... but you've been drugged?" After speaking, he quickly covered his eyes with his hands and looked at Zong Zhenglin's reaction from between his fingers.
Sure enough, Zong Zhenglin pulled his handsome face down instantly, pulled down her little hand angrily, and glared at her with fiery eyes.
Mu Xiyao was so frightened that she closed her eyes and hid her head in Zong Zhenglin's arms. I scolded inwardly, the TV series is really a quasi-accurate performance. Even if this man was overpowered by the Qi Clan, it wasn't him who took advantage of it, so why should he be so scary? Hypocritical!
Zong Zhenglin was kept secret and wanted to get angry, but when he saw Mu Xiyao's pitiful, delicate and weak appearance, he was blocked so he couldn't express it, so he could only catch her mouth in anger. Pack up.
Mu Xiyao cursed the stinky man with no manners in her heart, but on her face she begged for forgiveness obediently and was very cooperative.
When Zong Zhenglin was out of breath, he grabbed Mu Xiyao's chin to settle the account, "Are you excited that this hall was given medicine?"
"Heartache!" Mu Xiyao immediately felt extremely sad and angry, clenching her fists with her small hands, expressing her firm opposition to this kind of soft violence.
"This hall is waiting for you to make amends tonight." Zong Zhenglin got up and took her back to Danruo Garden. He turned his back, and there was a faint smile in his eyes.
Mu Xiyao's face was struck by lightning, and she let Zong Zhenglin lead her in a daze, she was extremely sad and angry, why should she be compensated? Qi's dead woman, this hatred has grown.
Just after entering the main room, Mu Xiyao couldn't stand up, twisting and humming.
"Another trick?" Zong Zhenglin didn't mind at all, just waiting to clean up her posture.
Mu Xiyao was wronged and pouted, "Your Highness, you pay, your concubine hurts, and your legs are sore!" She stretched her wrists, shook her calves, and moved closer to Zong Zhenglin. That means, you just did it.
Zong Zhenglin laughed out loud and reached out to touch her head. Oh, this living treasure, why is it so recruiting, the more and more His Royal Highness looks at it, the more rare it is. Look at her pouty little mouth that is still pretending to be pitiful, leaning over and kissing again.
Mu Xiyao closed her eyes to respond, but she sighed inwardly, it's not easy to play flirting. It's too much to test my sister's performance. It's more exhausting than arguing with those women. It's really tiring.
When Mama Zhao and the chief steward saw Concubine Mushu again, the master was arguing with His Highness with her calf crossed.
"This side is sour, that side is much better." Mu Xiyao pointed and took another snack to continue eating.
"This body is too bad, I wake up in the morning to be active." Zong Zhenglin kneaded her gently, and was very dissatisfied with the little woman's weak body and could not stand his toss.
When Mu Xiyao heard this, she immediately acted like a spoiled child, "When I was at home, my mother wouldn't let me. She said that the posture of the concubine was a joke."
Zong Zhenglin looked up at Mu Xiyao's eager expression, and thought for a while, since it was the Yu family who refused to let it go, it must not be everyone's style, so be cautious. "Let's see tomorrow, if possible, just do it in the garden."
Mu Xiyao immediately put down her legs, kissed Zong Zhenglin's face, and flattered happily, "Your Highness's craftsmanship is good." Standing up and stamping her feet again, she looked at Zong Zhenglin's sweet praise, "Thank you, Your Highness, The concubine's legs are healed."
The two chief stewards shook their heads and retreated, which is what His Highness is used to. Master Yao is getting more and more comfortable.
In the evening, all the courtyards looked forward to His Highness leaving Danruo Garden, even if they slept in the study. In the end, when it was time for Hai, he got the news that Danruo Garden had asked for water again, and they were so angry that they rested in peace.
In the inner room of Danruoyuan, Zong Zhenglin hugged Mu Xiyao and gently licked her lips, "Aren't you happy for others to sleep?"
"Why? It's only been a few days since the concubine came here, so your Highness is naturally a concubine. Do they understand the rules?" Mu Xiyao immediately frowned, apparently forgetting that there was another Tang family, and they didn't even meet Zong Zhenglin in private. Pass.
Zong Zhenglin's dark phoenix eyes stared at her vivid little face, "Then try harder."
Mu Xiyao hugged Zong Zhenglin's waist quite rudely, "Concubine must be self-encouraging!" She raised her head, and put his chin in her chin.
How could Zong Zhenglin miss this opportunity, hug someone under him, and cover him up, "For the time being, as you wish." He greeted the woman with a big hand.
When Mu Xiyao heard him say "for the time being", he knew that this was a disguised promise that no one would be recruited to serve him in the short term. I know very well in my heart that this man is, after all, a mentally tough generation, the future co-owner of the world. Even if it is intentional now, he will not break the rules of his ancestors for himself, causing Emperor Yuan Cheng to be displeased.
But even "for the time being", Mu Xiyao was very satisfied. If she did not make a mistake, this "temporary" can guarantee the birth of her eldest son or daughter. Mu Xiyao thought about it thoroughly, and now she just needs to take good care of her and try to extend this period as much as possible.
So the two of them crossed each other's necks again, lingering to death. The scene shown on the screen in the house is really beautiful.
The next day, Mu Xiyao got up early and saw that Zong Zhenglin had gone to practice swordsmanship, so he hurriedly called Huilan to ask for a "girdle" to wear at home. Huilan looked at her embarrassedly, "Miss, is Your Highness accurate?" Mu Xiyao nodded proudly, "Of course, I nodded yesterday. Also, remember to bring my cushion." After changing his clothes, he changed into a few times, and then he went to the open space in the courtyard to take a stance.
When Zong Zhenglin came back from practicing swordsmanship, he saw Mu Xiyao dressed in aqua blue, which made her skin like cream. The thin clothes fit perfectly on the woman's enchanting curves. The entire shoulders and arms were exposed, with only two lacing straps draped over the shoulders. The lower body is not a skirt, just a pair of trousers.
The woman stood in the courtyard with her arms stretched upward, her white feet on the grass, her toes raised on tiptoes, her eyes closed, and her breathing was even. After a while, he lifted one foot back, leaned forward, his upright arm actually hugged from the calf raised from behind, and leaned his head back. Spread her wings, Tingting wants to stand. One eye remained closed, and his breathing was not disturbed at all.
Zong Zhenglin leaned his back against the Jingtao tree, watched it for half an hour, and saw the entire set of movements in his eyes.
Beauty, dizzying beauty. Every move, every raising hand, every twisting of the hips, is totally beautiful. This was the first time that Zong Zhenglin had seen such a quiet beauty as Mu Xiyao, but he was so domineering that he caught his eye without giving anyone the possibility of breaking free.
At that moment, Mu Xiyao was completely open, as if breaking free from all restraints, every bit of it, incisively and vividly, without the slightest camouflage and restraint. Tsinghua's demure temperament is so immersing.
Zong Zhenglin took a deep breath and was about to go over, but when he saw the maid put a cushion on it, Mu Xiyao stepped on it and slowly leaned down and lay down. Then slowly raise the waist, the upper body is on the ground, the arms are stretched forward, the hips are raised high, and the legs are bent. Zong Zhenglin only saw the beginning, but his whole body was on fire. Women's breasts, backs, buttocks, curves are all beautiful, intriguing. His face darkened suddenly, and he took a few steps to pick up the woman and went back to the back room.
"Ah!" Mu Xiyao exclaimed when someone interrupted her morning practice. After taking a closer look at Zong Zhenglin, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Morning, Your Highness. The concubine got up early and didn't see His Highness, so she moved around by herself at the door." Her little face was flushed, with fine beads of sweat, her skin was white and clear, and her eyes were clear. The water is shining.
Zong Zhenglin didn't say a word, he hugged someone and sat down and started to take off his clothes.
"His Royal Highness, it's daytime, you still have to do errands." Mu Xiyao didn't know what kind of wind Zong Zhenglin was blowing early in the morning, so he could only pull hard and not let go.
"Take a break today. Be good, let go." Zong Zhenglin was inadvertently provoked by Mu Xiyao, and he tore his clothes impatiently.
"His Royal Highness, no. The concubine hasn't eaten yet." Mu Xiyao struggled desperately, but refused. I was tossed to death last night, are you still here this morning? Do not kill.
"Be obedient, this is what you recruited." After saying that, he was not polite, he directly caught someone and kneaded it away.
How could Mu Xiyao be able to withstand it, Zong Zhenglin was lying on the reclining chair, and there was another collision from behind.
After half an hour, the clouds cleared and the rain stopped. Mu Xiyao was already unable to get up, and only lay in Zong Zhenglin's arms, gasping for breath.
"Concubine... When did the concubine provoke His Highness?" Mu Xiyao had to figure out why she recruited this stinky man.
"The clothes are already like this, so why raise your hips and lean over?"
"Hip up and bend over"? Mu Xiyao thought for a while, and finally understood what this fellow was referring to. This is downright shameless! rogue! Such a healthy yoga, this man actually interprets it as seduction? Mu Xiyao was so angry that she opened her mouth and bit it.