Luo City, Zong Zhengming's mansion.
There were no female dependents in the mansion before, so Mu Xiyao happened to be asked to choose a cheap one and move into the main house in the backyard comfortably. The mansion is very large, similar in size to Zong Zhenglin's other courtyards in Shengjing. The verandas, waterside pavilions, and lotus pond arch bridges clearly show the graceful and unique style of Jiangnan. If he hadn't exited this door and turned another street, he would have seen Hu clothes and clothes shops, with businessmen selling roasted meat and biscuits, Mu Xiyao would have felt that this place was the same as in Ji, and he couldn't see Luo After the city was entrusted with the pass, the Great Wei only had a pass.
In the study room in the front yard, Zong Zhengming looked solemn, staring at the man who was eating tea quietly, and frowned unconsciously. "You should know that taking her away from the capital like this is no different than killing her." There were more than ten letters in secret, but Zong Zhenglin only talked about the use of soldiers, and didn't say a word to Mu Xiyao's mother and son. Today, he suddenly brought her to the door in disguise. At that time, he was undeniably angry and panicked.
"Where did the fifth brother come from? This palace took the Mu family to pass the mansion, and naturally I believed in you. Could it be that this palace is thinking wrong?"
"You," Zong Zhengming leaned on the back of his chair, seeing that he was calm and determined, and suddenly chuckled after a while. "Yes. Bring her and her son to the main hall, you are not afraid that one day she will understand your intentions, and go back with you to make a scene?" She is smart, so how can she continue to be confused.
The two men who are trying to be in the same position can abandon their previous hatred, and it is rare for the Mobei matter to focus on the overall situation and join forces with the outside world. How is trust entrusted during this period? It is self-evident that Zong Zhenglin placed the woman and son of his apex in his house. To put it more nasty, this man actually made Mu Xiyao's mother and son a proton in order to eliminate the wary influence of each other and make an alliance.
Not only that, but his deep thoughts are really not simple. Borrowing her mother and son also made him Zong Zhengming tied his hands and feet. The alliance has been established and it is imperative. At this time, how could he abolish the public for personal reasons, and plan the West Route Army to make a good situation, because he wants to fight with him, and wipe it out. If you can't expose it, you can only cover it up for him. In this way, he is with him all the way, and he is charged with the crime of deceiving the emperor.
What's more... He knew that his heart was secret, and just because the person who came to the door today was Mu Xiyao, he would hesitate for three points. Zong Zhenglin, because of that position, doesn't necessarily value the Mu family as much as he always does.
"If she knew that you treated her like this, sixth brother, wouldn't she be afraid that the Mu family would be separated from you?"
The man who was still calm just now, his eyes darkened, and his eyelids were lowered for a long while. After a long time, Zong Zhenglin stood up indifferently, only said "you have to work", the person has already stepped over the threshold, turned around and walked towards the backyard.
face down? Zong Zhengming stroked his chin and raised his eyebrows with a smile. I thought he really had no last resort, but now it seems that there are still people who can make him unable to handle it.
The desire to control is as arrogant as Zong Zhenglin, so I don't know what the man looked like when he was disobeyed. Mrs. Mu... caressed the paperweight on the desk with one hand, Zong Zhengming closed his eyes slightly, and gradually took a breath.
Today, she was covered with a veil, and Tingting was standing beside Zong Zhenglin. Even though he hadn't seen her face, he recognized only those smart eyes. And she, unexpectedly calm, without a trace of twist, just softly called "His Royal Highness".
If it is said that Zong Zhenglin is trying to make him acquiesce to this matter, then what kind of thoughts does she have to look at him with such clarity and tranquility
Zong Zhenglin secretly arrived in Yunzhou, and he was busy with some important things. Zong Zhengming was the commander-in-chief of the East Route Army and rarely stayed in the mansion. The East Road army is among the three armies, and it has the most battles with Mobei. If it encounters an enemy, it will definitely fight head-on, and the battle situation is extremely tragic. Likewise, the results were very gratifying. Compared with the other two armies, the East Route Army front has advanced to Mobei to lay a second line of defense, which has repeatedly made Mobei's military situation urgent.
Unlike Zong Zhenglin who captured Gita and sent troops to garrison, Zong Zhengming pointed his sword at Zezawa, but besieged him, and then the army continued to advance. In this way, Zezawa was cut off from supplies and lingering on, and within a month, he would return to the city.
The serious master of the mansion was not there, and her highness was incapable of doing anything, so Mu Xiyao lived a very comfortable life. After experiencing the style of Xicheng, there is little novelty about Luocheng. Every day I mow the flowers and plants in the yard and get close to my sons. The sun is so good that I have to move out of the rocking chair to sneak around. These days are more comfortable than in Shengjing. At least, there is no need to be safe in the palace, and those women who call her heart-stopping don't need to face each other again.
Mu Xiyao was the first to fight with the emperor's concubine before entering the palace.
This afternoon, I asked someone to set up the bamboo couch. As long as the quilt was placed on her knees, Mu Xiyao picked the water pavilion by the lotus pond and closed her eyes for a nap. I was sleeping a little dazedly, but the sound of the flute was lingering in my ears, the tune was beautiful, and the skills were good.
It's a pity that there are intermittent breaks in the soft voice in the water pavilion, which makes her unhappy. With a fan, he staggered and led people, and through the wall, he picked up the jasmine tree and cleaned up the lazy side. The sun was warm on his body, and he was happy with the silk and bamboo separated by a wall. He closed his eyes, and his face was full of satisfaction.
At the end of the sound, the wind is slowly, and the beauty of the misty mountains, clouds and rain only makes her addicted. Some regret that such a good tune missed a syllable in front of it, so they can only disturb it and see if the host has the beauty of adulthood.
"Your Highness, if you have time, can you play the song just now? It's a pity that my concubine has only memorized half of this wonderful sound. You should be an eager learner and ask you for advice with a shy face?"
It's really her. Just now, I heard a rustling sound on the other side of the wall, but I didn't expect it to attract her. Zong Zhengming's Qingyu Xiao played a trick in his hand, and the figure who was about to leave turned back to the corner stone bench and sat down.
She recognized it as "a shy, studious person", how could he touch her mind.
"Friends are hard to find, it's not impossible."
When Zong Zhenglin returned to the mansion, he learned that she had gone to the lotus pond, so he also went out to look for someone. I just didn't expect to see someone, but the scene in front of him made him stop abruptly.
Under the jasmine tree behind the rockery, the little woman's black hair is loose and her face is shiny. The slender eyelashes trembled, and the calf was bent. Looking down at the past, the figure lying on the side is curvy, and the undulating waist is especially eye-catching. Wearing a bright yellow gauze skirt, the skirt fell on the ground, just holding the colorful cherry blossoms above her head.
Although her eyes were closed, her small mouth pouted slightly, but Zong Zhenglin knew that she must be extremely comfortable at this moment.
Perhaps it was because she saw her fascinated by Zong Zhengming's song, the Sixth Highness stood with arms folded, and it was rare that she had never stepped forward to arrest someone. But it was covered by the rockery, standing on the spot with his hands behind his back, his eyes fell on her face, his eyes were dark and gloomy.
"Since the last time we parted, His Highness's accomplishments have been improved again. Once the song is over, the concubine is both envious and jealous." The female voice laughed and spoke witty, but Zong Zhengming also relaxed.
"Long time no see, how are the concubine side? I've been busy with military affairs recently, and I haven't fulfilled the friendship of the landlord, so don't be surprised."
"No wonder, no wonder, His Highness treats concubines with delicious food and drink. If you complain again, it will appear that concubines don't know what is good or bad. Concubine is a good person to support and live comfortably, so there is nothing wrong with it."
After listening to the song, he simply sat up. With his hands behind his back, he raised his head and looked at the tender flour on top, and a tree of wattle blossoms. In the afternoon, the sun was supposed to be hot, but it was shaded by flowers and trees, and the light filtered through the gaps, and it softened immediately. Straightening her legs and feet, the light purple embroidered shoes swayed gently, and the tip of her nose sniffed the dense aroma. She felt that she had a good life.
Zong Zhenglin next to the rockery saw her gesture, and stared at her even more gloomy. This woman does not know how to restrain herself in the outside world. Holding his arms like this, his chest is plump and bright. If it wasn't for him alone here, and Zong Zhengming was outside the wall again, he would definitely not be able to spare her when he went back.
Hearing her words, the inner Xinyue was clearly revealed. The other Zong Zhengming pondered for a while, and finally held Qingyu Xiao, as if to start a conversation at will, to make fun of her.
"Life is going well, and this courage will follow suit. Come here with Sixth Brother, so you won't be afraid of being exposed by this hall?"
The eyes suddenly brightened, and you have to have this will.
"I was very surprised to hear it at first, but when I arrived at His Royal Highness's mansion, I felt at ease. If you think about it so carefully, Your Highness should be a person with a clear breeze, so it's not right to take the concubine's pre-war sacrificial flag at this time. Besides, the man's family If it's troublesome to find a woman, Your Highness shouldn't surrender his status like this."
The strong relationship is clearly seen, and the flattery is also real. When she opened it up without hesitation, Zong Zhengming felt that the vague grudge in his heart disappeared.
Since she said that, could it be... The hand holding Yu Xiao tightened.
Also clenched with ten fingers, there is Zong Zhenglin who hides his kung fu for a while behind his back. At this moment, in his heart, to say that he can't make waves is obviously deceiving himself.
She should know. Zong Zhengming put one hand on his knee, his tone was soft and mellow. "I know I can't hide it from you." Sighing lightly, she didn't want her good temperament to be tainted from now on. "Don't think too much about it. He didn't intend to take you out of Beijing in the first place."
Unexpectedly, Zong Zhengming really never took this opportunity to provoke him. Zong Zhenglin raised his eyebrows, but his expression was not good.
Zong Zhengming is like this, not for him. Looking at Mu Xiyao again, the movement of fiddling with his fingers suddenly increased by two points.
How will she react? Is it grievance, or resentment? According to her temper, knowing that it was used by him, it should not be relied upon. I thought about comforting her later, but I never thought that I would have borrowed Zong Zhengming's mouth today, and it would be good to be able to explore the bottom early.
Leaning over to pick up the petals on the skirt, Mu Xiyao's fingernails lightly brushed over it. A thin trace runs through it, which shows how delicate this flower is.
"Your Highness thinks the concubine will be sad?" She seemed to be mocking. Just when the two men who were also worried about this thought that she was just barely supporting her face, the woman was unexpected again, and her tone became light.
"I'm not afraid of His Highness's jokes. When I was in the boudoir, the concubine once thought about it. If it is another day, the husband and concubines will be in groups, such as the concubines who don't like to work hard and only want to be at ease. People are fighting, and the concubine feels tired and panicked. But she is not willing to be given a good life by her husband to make her feel unhappy. So the concubine thought about it and finally came up with an idea."
There was an aftertaste in her eyes. At that time, she knew the identity of the man she was going to marry in this life.
"If the favor is not enough, the concubine will be a useful person and make up for it a little." He stretched out his hand and pulled the quilt, hugging his knees and sitting on the couch. "His Royal Highness can use a concubine, and the concubine thinks it is worth it."
Not to mention that Zong Zhenglin just arrived in Xicheng and planned to take advantage of the situation. In the matter of joining forces with Zong Zhengming, she needed to be temporarily used as a chess piece. Even if the man had calculated her from the beginning to the end, she would not have resentment for it.
In the end, between her and him, in terms of sincerity, Zong Zhenglin couldn't compare to her at the beginning, the one who had a bad heart.
He never had any evil thoughts, and she was unscathed, but borrowing an identity, she felt that she still had this kind of mind.
Mu Xiyao didn't know, the short word "duty" was called a person from both light and dark, and his heart was shocked.