The Beloved Imperial Consort - Chapter 256

[256. Chapter 256]

“Aren’t you coming down yet?” The warm sedan chair arrived at the door of the red building. Zong Zhenglin stood in front of the sedan chair with his hands behind his back, staring at the curtains hanging in front of him, with an imperceptible smile in the corner of his eyes.

But for a moment, the sky blue curtain was lifted, and the head with the apricot white hat came out first.

Mu Xiyao’s face was rosy, and her lips were red and pouting. Don’t be embarrassed to tug at the hem of her skirt, hold Zong Zhenglin’s hand, and slowly land on the ground.

Being cleaned up… Mr. Boss is so angry…

He stretched his arms around her waist, and the movements were very familiar. Zong Zhenglin walked in the side door with people, no matter how embarrassed the people behind him, quickly looked away.

What did His Highness take the concubine to the Red Mansion for? Yan Chengzhou just felt weird. It’s already Shen Shi, and in half an hour, it’s time to eat. Could it be that you still have to wait for the food and listen to the music in this fireworks place?

Going to the private room on the third floor, Mu Xiyao first chose a position where she could watch the hall, and sat down, only to find that the room was extremely quiet. When he turned his head, he saw that His Highness Sixth Highness was standing upright with his leisure time, raising his eyebrows and looking at her, his eyes pale.

Yes, this grandfather has made a mistake.

After taking off his hat, he greeted him with a pretty smile, and without talking to him, he took someone’s arm and dragged him to the chair. “His Royal Highness, sit here and accompany you.” He pointed to the Grand Master’s chair beside him, and sat down by himself.

That’s why she has the guts, and the exit is to let him accompany her. Zong Zhenglin called someone to serve tea, waved Wei Zhen and the others back, leaned to her side, put his elbows, leisurely and indifferently.

“His Royal Highness, why don’t you see Yugu?”

Today, Zong Zhenglin responded to her early and asked her to look at the land of Shengjing and what the Qinglou Chu Pavilion looked like. Lest she worry about it all, and always think about sneaking out of the mansion. If you need Yugu’s help in an emergency, you won’t be smeared in the dark, and you won’t be able to touch the doorway.

“Yugu is in charge of the back of Honglou, and she is not usually seen.” Zong Zhenglin took her small hand and quickly drew a few strokes on the palm of his hand. When he looked at Mu Xiyao again, his expression became cautious. “Can you remember?” The

beautiful eyes flashed one after another, and the eyes were full of surprise. “Every room?”

“Secret room on the third floor.” Mu Xiyao nodded and remembered, and glanced at the incense burner on the table, only to think it was very unusual.

The two masters were talking in the room, and Yan Chengzhou got news from the secret guard, so he could only bite the bullet and knock on the door to disturb him.

“His Royal Highness, the crown prince and several adults from the household department have arrived at the door of the lobby.”

Mu Xiyao was holding the tea cup, her face flushed with the heat. Hearing that Zong Zhenghui was here, he immediately pouted and was not happy. Last time, in order to avoid his edge, she gritted her teeth and slapped Zong Zhenglin abruptly. It hurt so much that now her little butt was burning like a fiery person, it really made her remember it fresh.

“Leave with someone, don’t let him bump into him.” Zong Zhenglin had no intention of greeting the prince, and he was tired of meeting him every day.

Mu Xiyao’s eyes lit up, and she strongly agreed in front of Zong Zhenglin. I don’t like seeing the prince in all kinds of ways, and I don’t even have a little bit of cover up.

“Virtue. Come here!” With her clear love and hatred, her temperament could not be rubbed in her eyes, and she had the face to give him the honorary title. In the officialdom, how could she be left alone.

Obediently moving forward and sitting in Zong Zhenglin’s arms, Mu Xiyao took the jujube mud cake, tasted it by herself, thought it was good, and then turned around and fed it to Zong Zhenglin’s mouth.

His Royal Highness glanced at a row of neat teeth marks on the brown pastry, and avoided it in disgust.

From a young age, the rules of the palace and the upbringing are excellent. This was the first time someone put the moving food to his mouth when he was in front of him.

Being opened by Zong Zheng Linge, Mu Xiyao’s eyes widened.

What’s wrong with this, despising her for taking a bite and pretending to be arrogant? If it weren’t for your handsome looks, the concubine remembers that the concubine seems to be always diligent, and she can rush to the door, but you have ruined her heart?

Very reluctant to withdraw her little hand, Mu Xiyao looked down at the jujube cake with a corner missing, and a smile slowly formed on the corner of her mouth. Your Highness, you despise it, don’t you? Concubine another way, you can see if you still dislike it.

Xiuqi opened her mouth and took another bite, pressing on the tip of her tongue to taste it slowly. Mu Xiyao slapped her little mouth, raised her hand and tugged at Zong Zhenglin’s hair.

“His Royal Highness, it suits your taste.” Seeing him looking down, his eyes flashed, and he immediately changed his expression.

The tip of the tongue is lightly added to the upper lip, the eyebrows are misty, the look is charming, and it seems that the taste is very good, and the mouth occasionally hums twice. With that glutinous and soft tone, Zong Zhenglin’s eyes suddenly changed color.

Raising her small hand and touching his lips again, Mu Xiyao was secretly happy.

Dealing with beasts, all kinds of arrogant pretensions, it is not easy to clean up! Although the big boss is fierce, he will eventually be harmed by the word “color”. Hooked by her beauty, everything is in sight.

It was clear that she had intentions to do evil, and Zong Zhenglin’s eyes darkened. This little thing seems to be addicted to provocation.

“Your Highness, what if you don’t want it?” He raised his neck and pouted his lips. It was clearly provocative.

Knowing that Zong Zhenglin couldn’t stand her provocation, Mu Xiyao’s empty palm pressed against his chest, and his taste gradually changed.

“Beauty takes the initiative, don’t let her mind.” Zong Zhenglin took the plan and hidden desire to move in his eyes. His eyes fell on her pink and tender face, and he took a deep look at her, and sure enough, he opened his mouth as she wanted.

Jiaojiao, no matter how much I teach you, I haven’t seen you learn to behave.

Hey, let her get it so easily? Mu Xiyao’s many methods have not yet been used, but he is still a little unfinished.

Your Highness, is it possible that you are more anxious? Just when he was about to close his hands and be happy, Zong Zhenglin grabbed his fingers and couldn’t move.

Pressing her wrist, His Royal Highness rolled his fingertips lightly, and Mu Xiyao immediately understood that it was not her ability, but that His Highness Sixth Highness had seen through her long ago with a counter-attack.

“It doesn’t taste as sweet as Jiaojiao.” Compared to when she was in love, she usually eats food, which tastes the same as chewing wax.

Being so “complimented” by others, and in the daytime, Mu Xiyao was depressed and angry.

Good you Zong Zhenglin, you are clearly planning, secretly taking advantage of it, and making fun of others!

“His Royal Highness, no matter how satisfied you are with your concubine, don’t rush to praise it here. Concubine is shy…” Pretending to be shy, Mu Xiyao wanted to jump.

“Jiaojiao.”

“Huh?” Hearing Zong Zhenglin calling her, Mu Xiyao instinctively raised her head. Just tilting her neck, the sixth prince grabbed the back of her head…

After a long time, Zong Zhenglin was satisfied and let go of her lips. Holding the tea and gargling, the whole popularity is very good.

“Jujube mud cake is what Jiaojiao likes, and this hall is so painful to let it go.” Zong Zhenglin was extremely satisfied with his thumb brushing her lips.

The little woman’s temperament is often teased, just like raising a pet, which is very interesting.

Mu Xiyao’s eyes were filled with mist, her cheeks were bulging, and her heart was filled with anger.

Not only was Zong Zhenglin stole fragrance and jade, but he also fed back the cakes intact. Now she has most of the jujube mud cake in her mouth, and even chewing is difficult.

Calling him to bully him again so quickly, Mu Xiyao held the tea cup pitifully and swallowed slowly.

The chicken didn’t steal it, but paid himself in. The future emperor’s cheap seems to be getting worse and worse…

[End of This Chapter]