Ping Xiuyi was lying on the bed, looking at Emperor Yuancheng and Zong Zhenghan with a pale face, the corners of his lips trembled, but tears could not stop falling.
"Your Majesty, the concubine is not good enough for herself, and will not be able to serve the emperor in the future." The woman choked with grief, her voice pierced into Emperor Yuancheng's ears.
While stroking the back of his hand with the blue veins under the quilt of Ping Xiuyi, Emperor Yuancheng couldn't bear to look at it.
This woman doesn't like her very much, but she has been by her side for nearly twenty years. Now that I'm going, it still hurts.
"The imperial doctor said that you need to recuperate in peace and take good medicine, and you will always be fine. I will take time to visit you often, so don't think too much." Emperor Yuan Cheng looked at the woman on the bed as skinny, and finally moved a little.
Ping Xiuyi turned to look at Zong Zhenghan, who was standing beside the bed with red eyes, with deep concern in his eyes.
"Your Majesty, the concubine has never asked for anything in her life. When I finally left, I only hoped that the emperor would be able to answer for the sake of serving the concubine for many years." He slowly looked up at Emperor Yuancheng's chin, and Ping Xiuyi's eyes Lax, tears welled up, "I just ask the emperor to take care of the only son of the concubine, let him be safe and healthy, and the son will wrap around his knees, so that the concubine will have no regrets."
Zong Zhenghan let out a low cry, Yuan Chengdi was silent for a moment, and shook her hand. "Okay, I should be you."
Hei Xiuyi smiled slightly, remembering the secret letter from the family, and closed his eyes slightly. In the next life, she only wished not to be reincarnated into an aristocratic family, only to have loved ones who love her and a husband who will grow old together.
On January 17, the thirteenth year of Zhang He, the birth mother of the eighth prince, Ping Xiuyi, passed away. The emperor was deeply mourned, and he was posthumously named the second-rank concubine of Ping Xiuyi, and was buried in the first-rank concubine ceremony and entered the imperial mausoleum.
After Concubine Concubine's first seven passed, Emperor Yuancheng ordered the crown prince to be in charge of the punishment department and moved the eighth prince into the household department. When this order came out, the whole court was in an uproar.
The prince had been in the Ministry of Household for two years, with a solid foundation, but he was suddenly transferred to the Ministry of Punishment. Did Emperor Yuancheng want to train the prince more, or was he dissatisfied with the prince's performance in recent months and changed the head of the eighth prince
Previously, the Eighth Prince was young and had little qualifications to enter the dynasty.
Zong Zhenglin looked at the prince's rigid body, and then saw the schadenfreude in the eyes of the eldest prince, and shook his head in his heart. His two brothers have grown many years in vain. Even Emperor Yuancheng's intention to support Zong Zhenghan was not clear, and he was still battling for the gain and loss in front of him.
Mu Xiyao carried her cute rabbit to the front yard. Since yesterday, the rabbit's expression has been sullen, and Mu Xiyao doesn't pay attention to feeding.
Gui Momo followed behind with Chengqing in her arms, Little Bun's eyes stared at the rabbit, babbling happily.
Mu Xiyao does not allow Chengqing to approach the rabbit on weekdays. Pets are not good for children, so they watch him from a distance. So Cheng Qing felt more and more strange.
When the group entered the front yard, they happened to meet the fifth Yuchao coming out of the study, and they said hello. Mu Xiyao wanted to leave as usual, but suddenly stopped, calling the fifth Yuchao at the Prince's Mansion for the first time.
Ask Mo Lan to take the rabbit to find Tian Fushan, and Gui Momo followed up knowingly, leaving only Huilan to wait from a distance.
"Mr. is extremely talented, and my concubine is confused. Could you ask me for some advice?" Mu Xiyao looked attentive.
The fifth Yi Chao was slightly surprised. This was the first time that Mu Xiyao had known him for many years and asked him to say something in person.
"Concubine Side, please tell me." The fifth Yuchao looked at Concubine Mu, who was the top-notch in his daughter's mouth, and was a little curious.
"The concubine heard that there is a kind of beast that was very well-behaved and docile when she was young." Mu Xiyao opened her mouth and made the fifth dynasty interested.
"He will be pitied by his attractive appearance and small size, and he will always be lurking, waiting to grow up." Mu Xiyao's eyes seemed to be aftertaste, and he slowly said, "This kind of cub is often used because of its young and weak body. Ignore the power in his blood. But no matter how small he is, he has the instinct to attack. Especially when he is lurking, he is very good at observing and disguising."
Mu Xiyao looked at the fifth dynasty with a light smile, "Sir, do you know what will happen when he grows up?"
The fifth dynasty was very interested at first, but later found that the side concubine seemed to mean something.
"But very good at hunting?" Fifth Yuchao sounded out to test.
Mu Xiyao shook her head slightly and laughed softly. Zong Zhenghan's methods are more than "good at". That person's temperament is extreme, and Ping Xiuyi in his previous life has already shown his ruthless side. The death of Ping Xiuyi in this life is only afraid that the cruelty in his heart will be exacerbated. This is a man who is more threatening than the prince and the eldest prince.
"Hunting is the instinct of beasts, but he chooses people to devour them." Mu Xiyao looked at the fifth moment thoughtfully, and what he could do had been forewarned in advance, and what happened next had nothing to do with women.
Taking Huilan to pick up the steamed buns, Mu Xiyao walked a few steps away.
The fifth Yuchao stayed in place for a while, and felt more and more that the concubine side had a lot of hints in a few words.
If there is no misunderstanding, is this implying the eighth prince Zongzhenghan? When everyone was paying attention to Emperor Yuan Cheng's orders, the concubine side alone pointed out the character of the eighth prince
If His Highness's guess was correct that day, then Concubine Side's words cannot be taken lightly.
The fifth Yichao thought about it for a moment, and was not in a hurry to leave the palace. Instead, he turned back to the study and stayed there for two hours.
In the bed at night, Zong Zhenglin stroked the little woman's long hair, closed his eyes and pondered.
Was Mu Xiyao's remarks just in case or deliberate
"Jiaojiao is confused, why don't you ask this hall?"
Mu Xiyao chuckled lightly, biting the bulge on his chest. The man groaned, his palms rubbing against her.
"His Royal Highness, the concubine's doubts are nothing more than a woman's trivial matter. It's nothing to be concerned about. And the concubine is stupid, I'm afraid she can't understand the too difficult to clear the doubt." Mu Xiyao licked his Adam's apple, and caressed the man's abdominal muscles back and forth.
Zong Zhenglin was amused by Mu Xiyao's upright pretense of being mad and foolish, and he kneaded her smooth and tender buttocks with his big hands, "Jiaojiao is so clumsy, this hall really needs to teach me well..." He leaned over and whispered in her ear, biting his ear and saying dirty jokes.
Mu Xiyao was embarrassed, but His Royal Highness was really passionate about love affairs. The most expensive status, at this time, is nothing but a man with a lot of desire.
Mu Xiyao leaned on his chest tenderly and climbed up, her seductive eyes swept away, and the man protruded, she heard Zong Zhenglin's breath unsteady, and his voice was pleasant, "Jiaojiao, continue."
The small head descended down his chest and abdomen, and the tip of his tongue licked his tight abdominal muscles. Zong Zhenglin was so excited that he breathed heavily and gently pulled at her hair.
Urged by the man, Mu Xiyao gently tapped his hot top with his fingertips, and then blew lightly at the huge, upright body.
"It's really hard to clean up." After saying that, she caught her plump and kneaded hard.
"Uh~~" Mu Xiyao was caught by the man, and she murmured aloud.
"Don't bother, I've been thirsty for you for a long time." Zong Zhenglin roared, pressing down on Mu Xiyao's head, already impatient.
Mu Xiyao tilted her head seductively, looking at the man's red eyes, her head slowly bowed down.
"Oh," Zong Zhenglin pondered for a moment, his chin was high, and beads of sweat were rolling down.
"Jiaojiao's body is very beautiful, but there is nothing wrong with her."
Mu Xiyao was choked by Zong Zhenglin and scolded shamelessly. Where does the Sixth Highness still have a half-point of demeanor on weekdays, and the bed is full of casual behavior and non-stop talk.