"Prince Prince, aren't you busy today?" If you have any political affairs, hurry up and don't stay in the house to harm your concubine's hair.
"Aren't you called 'Master' anymore?" He held up a handful of black hair with a faint bamboo fragrance in his hand, Zong Zhenglin took the comb, his expression focused on the ends of her hair, and he was extremely patient. She chose to say something embarrassing to her, and it was obvious that she was trying to make fun of people.
Who forced her to cry out incessantly last night? With that ruthless force, Mu Xiyao rubbed her lower back and gave her a small look from the bronze mirror, very angry.
Knowing that he was standing behind her, she couldn't see her expression in the mirror with her head down, but this woman winked and looked down spontaneously, Xiao Qiong's nose twitched and her lips twitched. Especially, when the back of the hand touched the base of the ear, it was slightly hot.
Embarrassed again... The prince teased people, and his mood became more and more relaxed.
"Yesterday's that, that..." Both hands gestured, even pulling up the bun was not honest.
"Last night, I didn't have time to say and Jiaojiao knew about it." Zong Zhenglin didn't change his face, without any guilt. After trying several times, I finally clumsily braided her hair, and the bun was over. "Before the deacon and eunuch outside the door enter the palace, they must be given the family name - Wei." He picked out a plum hairpin and put it on, and stared at her for a moment, but the man left her alone and went to the outside world.
Seeing his back disappear, Mu Xiyao's first thing was to quickly reach out and carefully touch the top of his head. Fortunately, although it seems that although it is not as neat and tidy as Hui Lan, it does not hinder her movements in the end.
This head is at ease, and he whispers the word "wei" in a low voice. At first the voice was still in his mouth, then he gritted his teeth and looked very fierce.
"Before entering the palace" was given the surname Wei, which meant a lot.
The hidden secrets of the chess pieces in the Duke of Wei's mansion actually escaped a bloody investigation in the forbidden palace of the Great Inner Palace last time when Emperor Yuan Cheng raised his army. The power of hereditary Jin Jue is really deep.
I don't know if the government of Xishan Anguo is getting worse, if it is serious, there will be no disaster.
He raised his chin with his elbows and turned his head to stare at Jinping. No wonder he was fearless and tossed hard at night. The living care is in the hands of his own people.
The man knew that she had been caring all the time yesterday, but he pressed his voice to make him anxious. That uncomfortable feeling at that time, did he just look proud
When Zong Zhenglin entered the house again, he was caught by Mu Xiyao's vicious eyes.
Talking to her at this time, the woman designated to entangle and make a fuss. His Royal Highness pretended not to know that she had seen through yesterday's hidden selfishness, and only raised her chin in front of her, her phoenix eyes were deep and dark.
"Today is also elegant, solitary and delicate hairpins." With a wave of the robe covering the wide sleeves, Mu Xiyao suddenly discovered that Zong Zhenglin had a brightly blooming flower in his hand, a lavender mullein anemone.
The branches gently pushed her hair into a bun, and the man's palm ran down the side of her face, holding her cheek and looking at her for a long time. At the end, she praised freely, "Jiao'e with a slanted bun..."
Leaning over to her lips, Zong Zhenglin smiled. "Isn't Liangdi saying this for loneliness?"
More than that—cheeky.
Mu Xiyao blushed with embarrassment, and knew that he was not at ease. When I woke up this morning, I was trapped in the house, so I was waiting here.
Touching the corner of her lips lightly, tainted with the fragrance of beauty, the prince just got up and raised his eyebrows at her. "It's easy to get angry in the summer. I've been thinking about the jade lotus seeds for many days, and I still need to trouble Liang Di." After speaking, he lifted the hem of his clothes, and his posture was straight enough to go out.
Emerald lotus seeds? Mu Xiyao's eyes suddenly brightened. After a while, he approached the bronze mirror and looked left and right.
In the mirror, the woman's eyebrows and eyes are curved, and her makeup is appropriate. The most outstanding, but a touch of softness on the bun.
"Hui Lan!" She raised her voice and called the maid to enter the door. Mu Xiyao got up and picked out a dark-flowered cloud brocade palace dress herself. When she turned back, she was triumphant. "Send a message to the pantry, start today, and don't need to send food to Huiyi Palace."
Hui Lan was originally half-squatting to wait for her to change, but she raised her head when she heard the words, her eyes were full of surprises. "master?"
"Prince Prince is greedy, thinking about the food made in the small kitchen of the mansion." Playing with the tassels around her waist, Mu Xiyao's eyelids drooped. When the man was leaving just now, he raised his eyebrows so coquettishly...
In the second half of the sentence "Jiao'e with a slanted bun", I am afraid that the prince can't wait to be like this every day.
- "Sleeping late at night".
Before noon, news had already spread throughout the East Palace. The master's father authorized Liangdimu's family to set up a small kitchen. Since then, in addition to the crown princess, there is another master who is in charge of eating by himself.
Helian's needle and threading hand was stagnant, but he sneered lightly and didn't bother about it again.
Because of her status as a princess, she was dignified and honored. Compared to that woman, it is always justifiable!
Wan Jingwen held her breath, and was very unwilling to give grace to Zong Zhenglin before he ascended the throne. After entering the East Palace for a long time, the woman was in charge of the most important small kitchen early.
Women in the harem, the easiest way to fight openly and secretly is to start with meals. I heard that Tian Fushan personally picked up the old Dan Ruoyuan from the mansion into the palace. With such a strict defense, Wan Jingwen almost didn't have to think about it, and Zong Zhenglin didn't need to explain to the palace at all.
For the two sons under Mrs. Mu's knees, no matter how unethical it is, it is the prince's son that matters, and the empress dowager Jin will never convict him. What's more, there is also a concubine Shu who protects the emperor's grandson and protects his eyes in the palace.
After dealing with the government affairs, Zong Zhenglin took Wei Zhen and, on the pretext of inspecting the defense of Gyeonggi, sneaked into an alley halfway, and disappeared for a while.
"His Royal Highness." Yu Gu put down the medicine pestle, but unexpectedly he arrived at this moment.
With a relaxed expression and a slight nod, Zong Zhenglin asked straight to the point, "Where are the people?"
"Please also move your Highness, the concubine will arrange it immediately."
Leaving Wei Zhen behind, Zong Zhenglin followed Yugu into a courtyard alone. After waiting in the cubicle for a while, I suddenly heard that there were women laughing outside through the thick curtains.
"Sister Fang is good at playing the pipa. Today, she has been praised as a teacher. I am really envious. The reward at the end of the month is worth thirty taels of silver."
"You're so rude, don't you remember that you were dancing in colorful clothes, and you broke Young Master Xue's waist?"
"Don't look at it!"
The two laughed together, but the other woman suddenly vomited sour water. "Sister Chongguang is the most powerful. She recites poetry and writes right, and her patrons are all literati. Where can I match."
Yugu gently lifted a landscape picture on the wall, and the two small holes in the mung bean behind it were just enough to make people see it clearly.
Zong Zhenglin glanced over and finally landed on the last person. Light cyan gauze skirt, with a bun. Originally it was an almond eye, but now it has been outlined so narrowly that it has become a phoenix eye. She is slim and slim, much thinner than before. Only those eyes, no matter how he told him, he couldn't be mistaken.
Excellent. The woman who was abandoned by Zong Zhenghan actually sheltered him under the roof of Zong Zhenglin. After that, some women's guns and arrows were hidden, and the words were sharp. No need to leave any more, waved Yugu to put down the scroll, and the two left quietly through the side door.
Heavy light? Good name.
"The concubine has embroidered waist rafters, and she is beautiful and bright."
"On her deed of prostitution, she was deprived of her surname because she was a criminal slave, and only had her fingerprints on it. So I would trouble His Highness to take a trip."
"It's okay, it's worth it." Zong Zhenglin's eyes wandered, vaguely interested.
His eighth brother, I'm afraid he just wanted to send this woman into the fire pit. But no matter what, he couldn't guess that Helian Weirui was even more cruel to himself than he was.
Heavy light? Bright again and again. He wanted to see if this light fulfilled the woman's determination, or fulfilled his further progress...