The Beloved Imperial Consort - Chapter 251

[251. Chapter 251 One Net]

After returning to the mansion, Mu Xiyao called Qingya, Ruolan’s sister, to her, and ordered her to go on an errand, and then rewarded her with a lot of money and five brocades, which should be a reward for her hard work in the past few years. Counting the money secretly given before, Mu Xiyao’s shot is definitely very generous.

However, this woman is so generous, but also because of the sweetness from the Sixth Highness. Jiao 嗲 嗲 rubbed people in front of him, he was serving tea and rubbing his shoulders, and then he squeaked, Zong Zhenglin heard the strings and knew what to do, sneered and said “promising”, with disdain on his face, but he shot without ambiguity. She was overjoyed that Mu Xiyao was holding a big red seal, and she was overjoyed.

Qing Ya won the reward from the master, and learned that she was arranged to be an aunt in the little master’s house, why would she be unhappy? In a hurry, she is also a clever girl.

Early the next morning, Zong Zhenglin was practicing guns in the yard. Wei Zhen urgently asked to see him and sent an urgent report to the dark guard.

“His Royal Highness, Yan Chengzhou and the people who were locked in the dungeon searched the place where the servant’s room and outside the house were connected in turn. They only found such a sign engraved with cipher text, and there was no clue. I have searched for many people who have seen it, but they all say that they can’t tell the texture, it seems that it is not the craftsmanship of Dawei.”

Taking the square-inch famous brand that was dark like a pottery in Wei Zhen’s hand, Zong Zhenglin stroked it gently, the chill in his eyes. into the bone.

The object in his hand is as black as lacquer and as bright as a mirror; as thin as paper and as hard as porcelain. It is indeed not owned by the Great Wei Dynasty, but secretly made black pottery in the hands of the royal families of the Jin Dynasty.

The person who took Mu Xiyao’s life in advance was deeply involved with the royal family of the Jin Dynasty? Zong Zhenglin’s eyes were gloomy, and the tassel spear in his hand trembled and made a clanging sound.

“His Royal Highness.” Mu Xiyao wore her hair in a bun, wrapped a lamb’s wool scarf, and grabbed the collar of the fox fur with her small hands, and appeared at the door in a daze, but the person stood on the threshold and never stepped out. The eyes that were originally like autumn water were still in a trance. Zong Zhenglin looked back when he spoke out.

“In the early morning, why is Your Highness so angry?”

In the tent, I heard someone talking outside, as if referring to “dungeon” and “detention”. Although Mu Xiyao was not fully awake, he instinctively felt that this matter had something to do with her. Impatiently waiting for him, he put on warm clothes indiscriminately, grabbed his embroidered shoes, and went to the door to inquire. Unexpectedly, when he arrived at the door, he saw Zong Zhenglin’s face was not good, as if he was angry.

Wei Zhen bowed his head and quietly stepped back. Master Yao’s rules, His Highness has always been lenient. He doesn’t have that kind of grace, so it’s better to be acquainted and leave earlier.

“If you dress like this, you’re not afraid of getting cold.” Seeing her figure, Zong Zhenglin restrained his temper a little, and threw the tassel spear out of his hand, but he was impartial, and it happened to be erected on the military platform in a corner of the yard.

“What a handsome kung fu.” Mu Xiyao’s eyes suddenly lit up, she stretched her neck, stepped on her feet to look at the end of the trembling spear, and when she looked at Zong Zhenglin again, her eyes were full of amazement.

Holding the man in his arms across the cloak, Zong Zhenglin was displeased. “Next time you come out, report it in advance.” How can ordinary skill be counted as kung fu. The Sixth Highness practiced martial arts, all of which practiced killing and killing moves.

Seeing her pink face, she is tender and tender, and her voice is soft and waxy. Zong Zhenglin didn’t like Mu Xiyao being looked at like this.

Being used to being tyrannical by him, Mu Xiyao obeyed obediently in such trivial matters. Before taking two steps, the serious business had not yet had time to export, and new tricks had come out again.

“His Royal Highness, Feng Luoluo is panicking. Hurry up and carry him into the house.” He stretched out his hand and grabbed his robe, and the man was already twisting.

When I got out of bed, I hurriedly drained my shoes, but I forgot to put on cotton socks. No wonder she felt the chill under her feet…

Holding Zong Zhenglin’s arm, Mu Xiyao bowed her head and kicked the embroidered shoes, her round and clean toes sticking out. The five fingers curled up slightly, as if revealing shyness. Shaking twice to show His Highness the sixth, she didn’t mean to take Qiao.

Zong Zhenglin’s brows twitched, and he picked him up with a black face. He didn’t care that the other embroidered shoe fell on the ground while she was in a panic. He just held Mu Xiyao’s soles and put them together, exerting inner strength. Warm in my heart.

“Your Highness, it’s so comfortable.” Mu Xiyao squinted his eyes and rubbed his chin, very sticky. “His Royal Highness has practiced his kung fu well. It will warm you up in winter, even warmer than using a brazier.” I really felt that Zong Zhenglin’s inner strength was good, and Mu Xiyao praised it with sincerity.

His Royal Highness patted her ass with a straight face, turning a deaf ear to Mu Xiyao’s words.

He has been practicing martial arts for many years, but now, with a word of praise from her, Zong Zhenglin only feels troubled.

“Jiaojiao,” stared at her for a moment, she was clearly a weak woman, where did she get the ability to cause trouble all day long? Zong Zhenglin’s heart became more and more puzzled, “It’s so heartless, playing around all day, how can you attract two Jins to assassinate?”

“Two Jins?” Mu Xiyao’s expression became solemn, and there is no serious appearance when laughing and making trouble.

Zong Zhenglin said it was an assassination attempt… that is, he was given a clear order to take her life.

In the two Jin Dynasty, Mu Xiyao knew that, not to mention now, even in the previous life, he was not involved at all. What is the purpose of such a plan to kill… With her

brain spinning fast, Mu Xiyao lowered her eyelids and pondered over and over again.

Zong Zhenglin walked around Jinping with a person in his arms, let her sit quietly on his lap, and pulled the quilt to cover his ankles, but he didn’t let go of the small feet in his palms.

“Your Highness.” Mu Xiyao frowned, looking straight into Zong Zhenglin’s eyes. “Have you ever touched Xi Bian’er?” If this may be denied… Mu Xiyao is the most reluctant, that is, struggling to fight with others. It’s a pity that there are always some inconsiderate touches on her bad head.

“This hall shot, Jiaojiao thought there would be a survivor?” Yes

, this one is also a ruthless person. Zong Zhenglin was considered “kind” in the Great Wei Dynasty, but if he waited until Emperor Jian’an went west… at that scene, Mu Xiyao felt rude.

It’s not for the Prince’s Mansion, or it’s for her?

The index finger of her left hand was raised high, and Mu Xiyao leaned back against Zong Zhenglin’s arms, pointing in the direction of the Prince’s Palace angrily. “His Royal Highness, if the concubine remembers correctly, the poison on Helian’s body is called ‘Niu Qi’?”

Unusual things can never be repeated. Even if you guess wrong, you will be wronged by others, so why not feel at ease. It is customary for the favored to be pretentious, to use power to do evil. Some time ago, she was considered polite, but now… I don’t have to talk about it.

“His Royal Highness, if the two Jin spies broke into the Prince’s Mansion to steal secrets, what should

they do?” Seeing the calculations in her eyes, Zong Zhenglin couldn’t understand her thoughts. Once a little woman gets angry, her temperament is not generally difficult.

As long as he recognized the black pottery, he quickly had a guess. Either those few bought it behind their backs, or there were ghosts in his house. Mu Xiyao was clever, and after thinking about it for a moment, he thought of something with him. It’s just that the woman has a big heart, and is even more attempted than his simple cleansing.

“You are petite and petite, where are your hearts and minds?” It’s really rare to see her with such an exquisite mind. As for implicated innocents, I’m afraid Mu Xiyao did it deliberately.

“His Royal Highness doesn’t know?” Mu Xiyao opened her eyes wide, stared at him, pouted her dissatisfaction, hummed twice in her nose, and did not puff out her chest honestly.

“Your Highness didn’t say that the concubine’s heart is on you. When you have time, look it up and take a look?”

Zong Zhenglin’s original words were clearly, “Jiaojiao’s people and hearts are all in this palace.

” Children, it has become that whenever a child with bad intentions is born, it is possible to be taught a lesson or to make fun of it. Your Highness is in charge of that thing, but it has nothing to do with your concubine.

Zong Zhenglin’s eyes narrowed, and he was jealous and affectionate with her sweet words.

When I met this woman, the truth was never separated from her.

[End of This Chapter]