The Beloved Imperial Consort - Chapter 273

[273. Chapter 273 Deep Buried]

“Your Highness, still haven’t gotten anything?” The next day, seeing Zong Zhenglin returning to the house, his brows were still deeply furrowed, and Mu Xiyao followed suit. Could it be that she was thinking wrong?

“Although the queen mother hasn’t woken up yet, most of the court judges that the imperial hospital judges the illusion.”

This is good news. If he can find traction to wake up the queen mother, Zong Zhenglin will be able to give advice.

According to Yugu, the deeper the inner obstacle, the greater the traction effect of the choice. The Empress Dowager is most concerned about, but what is it?

Mu Xiyao leaned softly on Zong Zhenglin’s shoulder, and because she couldn’t get down to the ground, she had to lie on the bed and raise her.

“His Royal Highness, the emperor can’t come up with an idea on this matter?” Trapped in the deep palace for most of her life, Empress Dowager Jin has no children under her knees. In her heart, besides the late emperor and the Yuancheng Emperor, who is regarded as a parent-child, who else can there be? But why do you try many times, but you can’t get the number right?

“If the emperor can’t be the master, like a concubine, it’s even more difficult to understand.” Mu Xiyao murmured. Didn’t Emperor Yuan Cheng see filial piety the most? Empress Dowager Jin is not good at the moment. If she can’t figure it out as a son, she, a person who goes to the palace once a month to ask for peace, can know better than the emperor.

“His Royal Highness, what you mean by being a hindrance, apart from the joy in your heart, is it considered a life-long envy and hatred? Could it be that some concubine who stole the favor of the previous emperor? Or the favored prince, etc. Ancestor? But that’s not right, those people don’t say that they are still there, but the longevity extends, and the queen mother has not been summoned recently.” Mu Xiyao curled Zong Zhenglin’s hair, and kept talking, but his fingers were twisted. The ends of his hair, scratching his cochlea. Why is Zong Zhenglin not afraid of scratching the tick?

Thinking wildly, Mu Xiyao didn’t pay attention to the bright light that suddenly lit up in Zong Zhenglin’s eyes.

“Jiaojiao.”

“Huh?”

“My mind finally spoke once.”

“…”

Your Highness, what do you mean? Even if you are looking for a concubine to be amused, you will not wait to beat people into the dust. The concubine doesn’t expect you to boast that you are extremely smart, smart and clever, and the concubine should always be able to do it.

After leaving the house, he asked Wei Zhen to pass a letter to the palace, and when he returned to the house, Zong Zhenglin had two medicine bottles in his hand.

Mu Xiyao was like a frightened grasshopper, her eyes were wide open, she hurriedly pulled the quilt, wrapped herself tightly, and only exposed her head from the outside to look at Zong Zhenglin.

“Hall, Your Highness, the mammy will be here in a while, where can I use your hands to do it yourself. Don’t bother, don’t bother!”

“When I ask this temple to knead her ankles and knees, why don’t you see Jiaojiao’s many courtesy?” Resistant.

Trouble? Luckily, she has the skin to export. In the whole house, even above the court, no one bothered him more than her.

Seeing Mu Xiyao flinch and sneak inwards, the Sixth Highness immediately lost his face.

“Jiaojiao is afraid of this palace?” Could it have taken root in this woman’s heart when she hurt her at that time?

The last thing Zong Zhenglin wanted to mention was what happened that night. It is the joy of annihilation obtained by the illusion, but also disgusted by him because of the humiliation. What’s more, after a night of indulgence, Mu Xiyao was covered in bruises and losses.

Can you be afraid? You have a lot of history, and your concubine can’t avoid it. The concubine is still injured, but you are no match for your strength as an ox.

“I’m afraid,” Zong Zhenglin gave Zong Zhenglin a cold look before he finished speaking, and Mu Xiyao squinted his eyes, and rushed to the front, “My concubine’s health is not good, so I can’t serve you because I’m so angry! Cold face, the concubine is still afraid!” At this moment, she has no control over the Sixth Highness. I have enough confidence, I am afraid of what he will do. He is not afraid of his cold eyes if he has healthy hands and feet, not to mention that he will be raised in bed now, which is the time to be arrogant and proud.

Zong Zhenglin was stunned for a moment. Seeing her aggressiveness, he immediately returned to his senses and must not take her lightly. If this woman could be afraid of him, she wouldn’t be the one who dared to offend the king.

This was because he looked down on her, and was about to follow the hair and comfort her a little, and then listened to the woman pinching her throat, and the routine turned extremely fast.

“Your Highness, you are a fierce concubine. Aunt Yu said, the concubine needs to rest in peace. You see Tian’er’s slap in the face, the concubine is so hearty, up and down, how can you still be quiet.” The voice was sticky, Jiao Di Di complained, peeking at the person secretly, her little mouth cocked high.

Zong Zhenglin held the medicine bottle and looked down, looking at the woman curled up in a ball on the bed with a smile.

After a day of raising, I slept well, and my complexion recovered excellently. The tender and tender porcelain-white face, with a fluffy bun, and especially attractive eyes. The little eyes that come over from time to time, ghosts and ghosts, make people feel itchy. Just like a soul-sucking soul, it took a little bit of heart.

Looking at the cotton velvet quilt wrapped tightly around her body, Zong Zhenglin’s expression lifted, and all his reverie receded.

“Dear, come here. Jiaojiao can rest after taking the medicine earlier.” Not allowing her to be full of tricks, Zong Zhenglin caught someone very quickly.

The stinky man didn’t know how to be lighter, and he “changed clothes” every time, ruining her good clothes in vain.

“His Royal Highness, you have broken your concubine’s pockets again, and you will be compensated.” Zong Zhenglin had a strong preference for her close-fitting clothes. The man next to the clothes was able to unbutton it patiently. Only Xiaoyi, the tie was broken by internal force every time, and when he was most passionate, he was rubbed in his hand, and there was no bones left.

“Without your money, I’ll go find Tian Fushan and ask for it.” The shameless little guy in front of him, but he was a good-looking person in front of the people below.

Sure enough, Mu Xiyao kept her voice quiet, pouted her arms around her chest, and turned her back.

“How long are you waiting for the nonsense? Let go! This hall has said that it will never touch you.”

She made up her mind that she would not compromise easily, and Mu Xiyao was really not afraid of Zong Zhenglin coming. Only when she hurt her, the man should have left a mark in his heart. Just as the battle was overwhelmed, the smell of medicine suddenly came from the tip of the nose, causing tears to flow immediately.

The man was actually in her position, and he stretched out his hand behind him. The cork of the medicine bottle was just one inch away, almost hitting the tip of Mu Xiyao’s nose.

“Yeah!” With an exclamation, he hurriedly dodged back, but he forgot that His Highness Sixth Highness had planned a long time ago and was waiting for her to enter the tiger’s mouth.

Behind her is the man’s strong chest, and under her eyelids is her most useless, strong smell of concoction. Mu Xiyao was forced to do nothing, so she could only tilt her head up and pant heavily. Without hesitation, obediently let go of her arm, and urged her mouth, “Your Highness, hurry up and wipe it off, my concubine is so uncomfortable.” The

Boss has a black heart and black lungs, it’s really hateful, he pulled the cork early, knowing that she couldn’t stand it. Stay, don’t make a sound in advance.

When Zong Zhenglin saw Zhang Huang’s confusion and confusion, a smile slowly appeared in his eyes.

Virtue! I can’t take care of this squeamish girl. She is full of stinky problems. If you really want to cure her, why do you need to talk to her so much.

She was really serious and gently applied the medicine to her wound, from top to bottom, there was no sign of the Sixth Highness being irregular at all. Mu Xiyao gasped pitifully and let his big hands do whatever he wanted. The enemy is strong and I retreat, there will always be a time for her to turn over!

However, it is so strange, how can this man be uncharacteristically, so restrained? Even the breathing that was close to the ear was actually very calm.

He looked back at him for a long time, as if he was not sure, and then turned his head to sneak a look between Zong Zhenglin’s legs.

“Jiaojiao.”

“Huh?” “Even if

I think about it, I will endure it for a few days.”

Mu Xiyao blushed suddenly, and hurriedly raised her head, as if she didn’t hear him making fun of him.

asshole!

“His Royal Highness, your concubine is so naked with her back to you, do you really have no thoughts in your heart? Or did you use your inner strength to suppress it beforehand?” The woman who had been covering up in every possible way, now sees Zong Zhenglin unimpressed. Move, and make trouble again.

Mu Yaonu is hypocritical and difficult to serve. Except for the sixth highness, I am afraid that no one can control her.

After a long time, she didn’t hear the answer behind her, she just wiped the palm of her concoction and gently stroked the side of her leg, only rubbing it on the wound, with a warm breath, and scattered the bruises for her. There was too much meaning in this silence, which made Mu Xiyao gradually understand Zong Zhenglin’s mind.

The room fell silent for a while, and Mu Xiyao didn’t make any noise anymore, just leaned against his arms gently and slowly closed her eyes.

It turned out that the man had always felt guilt in his heart. Just in front of her, never said anything.

“His Royal Highness, the concubine is much better, and the pain is gone.”

Zong Zhenglin gently placed a kiss on the back of her head and put his palm on her chest. It was not about eroticism, but probed her heartbeat.

“There will be no next time.” The

man’s voice was low, steady and powerful. He won’t, others, even like her, won’t allow it.

Obviously guilty, but the words are sharp, bringing out Zong Zhenglin’s tyranny.

Mu Xiyao smiled and rubbed his chin softly.

In the afternoon, news came out of the palace, and the Queen Mother woke up.

Just as she was about to take a lunch break, she got good news. Mu Xiyao became curious and pulled the corner of His Royal Highness’s clothes to stop the person who was about to leave.

“His Royal Highness, what exactly is the traction? If you don’t tell me, the concubine has been thinking about it, and the old quasi-er can’t sleep soundly.”

Pushing aside her little hand, he tucked the person into the quilt in an orderly manner, and Zong Zhenglin smoothed the brocade robe. , walk out slowly.

“The most common thing is, the case is on the scriptures.” The voice fell, and the person was already able to go out. Mu Xiyao heard Mo Lan’s salute, and the things that had troubled her for a long time finally cleared the clouds and saw the sun, and it was clear in an instant.

It was so. The queen mother’s thoughts, how can other palace maids explore? The first emperor and the emperor had absolutely no courage to touch each other, and the only thing left was the empress dowager who spent the most time on the face, and only practiced.

Mu Xiyao turned to the inside and fell asleep comfortably. But it was her thinking that was complicated, and occasionally simpler, not necessarily without surprises.

Yuan Chengdi woke up from the empress dowager, his face was finally swept away, and he changed into a harmonious color. I highly appreciate Zong Zhenglin’s scrutiny. Not only was he rewarded with many treasures, but the most enviable, he also deliberately allocated a double military salary, which was enough for Zong Zhenglin’s Wu Jiansi and his private army. Among them, the Empress Dowager’s praises are indispensable.

The Sixth Highness’s mansion received the emperor’s award, and he was very happy and boosted his morale.

The rest of the Prince’s Mansion had their own moves, and discussions were more frequent behind their backs.

Zong Zhenghan casually plays with a lacquer snuff bottle in his hand. The magpie and the Spring Festival paintings on it are gorgeous and can be called a masterpiece.

“Sixth brother’s luck is so good that it makes people envious. If you catch any maid in Concubine Shu’s palace, you can also cure the queen mother’s illness. Could it be that the main hall also needs to burn high incense. How can he be hit by such a coincidence?”

The empress dowager fainting is indeed the layout of Zong Zhenghan. The matter of performing surgery is not the work of the maid.

Helian Weirui concentrated on dividing the tea on the table, and after just a moment, the water veins on the surface of the cup showed the wonderful strokes of Shui Danqing.

“Someone stepped in and ruined the important affairs of His Highness. Helpless, the concubine can’t figure it out, but who is the superfluous.”

[End of This Chapter]