The Beloved Imperial Consort - Chapter 23

[23. Chapter 23 Old Injuries]

Seeing the beauty of Shuangyanchi, Mu Xiyao immediately exclaimed. The entire Shuangyan Pond is three feet square, all made of jade and bluestone. One side of the pool is covered with refined fur, and the other side is covered with a bamboo cold board. There are sets of tables and chairs and large soft sofas for rest on the shore. Everything for living on the bed is readily available. Even the bronze mirror dressing table is available. Mu Xiyao looked at the collapse and knew what Zong Zhenglin was thinking, so she couldn’t help but turn her head to look at him angrily.

The warm water in the pool has a faint milky white color. According to Zong Zhenglin, it was added to the health soup in the palace. On the water were the petals of Chiba, which Mu Xiyao liked.

Zong Zhenglin hugged Mu Xiyao and sat down on the sun lounger, and gave her a cup of warm water first. This is the little habit of Mu Xiyao that I learned about in the other courtyard last time. Just waiting for her to swallow, Zong Zhenglin leaned down and covered his plump and moist lips. The two hugged each other, their bodies were close together, their lips and teeth were lingering, and there was a sound of smacking.

Zong Zhenglin was gentle at first, but then he couldn’t stand the trouble of Mu Xiyao’s little tongue, and when he rolled her, he kissed wildly, his breath was rapid, and his chest heaved.

Mu Xiyao’s whole body was soft and boneless, only leaning on Zong Zhenglin’s chest, grabbing the front of his shirt with both hands, all his scorching breath hit Zong Zhenglin’s chest, making his back stiff and his lower abdomen tense.

“His Royal Highness, will your concubine wait for you to take a bath, okay?” Mu Xiyao asked breathlessly.

Zong Zhenglin directly picked her up and walked to the edge of the pool, gently putting her down. Unexpectedly, as soon as Mu Xiyao’s feet landed, she was unable to stand still, so she slid down. Zong Zhenglin quickly wrapped his arms around her slender waist and rubbed her cheeks with the other, the teasing in his eyes was obvious. “This is that, Jiao weak?”

Hearing the man’s complacency, Mu Xiyao unbuttoned Zong Zhenglin’s blouse with her little hand, slowly pulled it away, gently brushed her fingertips over the man’s chest, and said softly and greasy. “Naturally, the concubine is not as majestic as His Highness~~”, with a high-pitched voice, his eyes glanced at Zong Zhenglin’s arched crotch, and he moved away shyly, his face reddened.

Zong Zhenglin was teased by her small hands and eyes so heavy that he breathed heavily. He took a deep look at the woman’s shy appearance and dragged her into the pool.

Zong Zhenglin’s body is slender and tall, and his body that has been practicing martial arts all year round is even more perfect. Mu Xiyao stood behind him, picked up the pool water with her small hands, and gently washed his back, but saw a scar extending from the left shoulder to the right waist. Mu Xiyao’s fingertips slowly traced the old scar, which made Zong Zhenglin tremble.

“His Royal Highness, does it still hurt?” He repeatedly touched it with his fingertips.

“I was assassinated at the age of seven, and it’s no problem.” The brief description made Mu Xiyao feel a little sour. There is a saying that is most suitable for children in the palace, “there is no childhood.” Growing up in all kinds of secrecy since childhood, he may die at any time, which is really sad.

Mu Xiyao’s lips touched, as if cautiously, the tip of her tongue followed the scar, and slowly kissed down.

Zong Zhenglin’s breathing became heavier, and he pulled the person in front of him and hugged him. Mu Xiyao’s clothes were soaked with water, and the outline of the chest and the color of the top were unobstructed. Zong Zhenglin’s eyes closed slightly, and with a little force on his hand, he tore off Mu Xiyao’s shirt, leaving only the bright red bellyband tightly attached to the white porcelain body.

“Your Highness, it hasn’t been cleaned yet~~” The little woman protested tremblingly, Zong Zhenglin restrained a little, hugged Mu Xiyao, walked over a few steps, sat on the steps, and let her wait in front of him.

Mu Xiyao faced Zong Zhenglin’s scorching gaze, the snow-white soft weeds caressed and caressed on the firm muscles, and rubbed sensitively from time to time, which only made Zong Zhenglin’s eyes darker.

The little hand touched the abdominal muscles, and when Mu Xiyao looked up, she saw Zong Zhenglin’s Adam’s apple rolling slightly, and with a bad heart, she stuck out her tongue and leaned in to hold Han, and she left with a strong smile. Zong Zhenglin had been chasing her before, but now his whole body was so agitated, all the heat rushed down, and it was a little painful.

Grabbing Mu Xiyao’s little hand, Zong Zhenglin took her to help him unbutton his pants, and coaxed softly, “Don’t be afraid. Be good, move.” Then he held Mu Xiyao’s little hand and stroked it up and down.

Zong Zhenglin was very excited. The scene in his dream was now halfway completed. After night… the more he thought about it, the more he couldn’t bear the lust in his body, the other hand immediately pulled away the last cover of Mu Xiyao and leaned over.

The woman’s low moan suddenly grew louder, and her subordinates exerted a little strength without realizing it, and even touched the small empty hand, as if he tortured her, and she would return it.

How could Zong Zhenglin endure such provocation, he groaned, and gasps sounded from Mu Xiyao’s chest. The tongue is even more in love with the pair of delicate, sucking, biting gently with his teeth.

Mu Xiyao exclaimed. One of his men accidentally scraped the top with his fingertips. Zong Zhenglin’s back suddenly stiffened, and a bone-eroding numbness rose from his waist. Grip, Zong Zhenglin growled lowly, desire gushing out.

Mu Xiyao looked at the wet hands on her hands, and with a coquettish moan, she hid in Zong Zhenglin’s arms, only her little ears that were exposed outside were bright red.

Zong Zhenglin panted to calm his agitated heartbeat and rapid breathing, and hugged Mu Xiyao gently, his red ears licked for a while. A soft kiss fell on the side of the neck again. Mu Xiyao was dug out after her breathing was steady. She saw that the woman’s face was flushed with shame, and there were emotional ripples in her eyes.

The desire that Zong Zhenglin had just released started to stir again.

“Goblin!” After washing her in a hurry, she picked it up and walked to the soft couch. She wrapped her dry robe and calmed down a little.

“Your Highness~~” The words were out of his mouth, and he was kissed. Zong Zhenglin warned her in a hoarse voice, “Come on again, I want you here.”

Mu Xiyao blinked aggrievedly, slightly crying, “Hungry~~” Zong Zhenglin closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He took a breath and carried her to the main house.

Mu Xiyao was paralyzed all over and let him play with it. Seeing Zong Zhenglin frowning at the clothes of a bunch of women, he laughed wickedly.

Zong Zhenglin turned his head to look at her wickedly, the corners of his mouth raised, “The strength has recovered? So…very good.” He looked at her whole body meaningfully.

Mu Xiyao froze, rolled her eyes, and said charmingly, “His Royal Highness, I heard that there is a brave man, seven times a night, I don’t know if it is true?” Envy, I’ll know tonight.” In

exchange for Mu Xiyao’s little hands, Zong Zhenglin finally stumbled and put on her clothes.

The two were in the midst of grinding, but they heard from the outside world that Mrs. Zhao said that Concubine Tang’s maid had something to report.

Zong Zhenglin didn’t seem to hear, and still stroked Mu Xiyao’s hair with a focused expression. Mu Xiyao was waiting in the side hall after pulling on the wrinkled shirt that had been wrinkled by the man next to her.

Mammy Zhao looked at the appearance of His Highness and Master, and understood one or two of them, and withdrew with a smile.

Mu Xiyao pulled Zong Zhenglin’s cuff, raised her head and blinked at him. “His Royal Highness, do you think Ye Yushu’s daughters?” The tone was calm, and a small hand touched the soft flesh on the waist again, and poked it a few times like a threat.

Zong Zhenglin was amused by her small appearance, “Yu Shunv has not tried it yet.” He raised Mu Xiyao’s small chin and rubbed lightly, then stared at her again, “Yuyi girl, several times, I will try it tonight, How are you?” His eyes were burning and his voice was low.

Mu Xiyao’s face flushed, and she yelled “Irregular!” and got up and wanted to go to the side hall. Zong Zhenglin also got up, shook her hand, and went with her.

[End of This Chapter]