The Beloved Imperial Consort - Chapter 280

[280. Chapter 280]

In the warmth of the tent, the dim candlelight reflected Mu Xiyao’s ruddy complexion and her pretty body.

Zong Zhenglin patted her back, her eyes closed, and her breathing was slow. Mu Xiyao rested her head on his chest and heard the man’s heartbeat sound strong and steady, steady and steady. Said to be Shou Sui, and when she was sleepy, Zong Zhenglin didn’t stick to the rules, and only took her into the room to change clothes and freshen up.

At this moment, the two fell asleep on their feet, but after cleaning their faces, they were much more awake.

The body was covered with a brand-new red quilt, and the bed sheet was her favorite color of Vientiane Ruyi and rich peony. This was supposed to be an auspicious occasion. At night, I took out the bed to infuse incense, and glanced at the red glow of the whole room. I always felt that something was wrong. After a while, it suddenly dawned on her that she had inadvertently violated the ancestral system again.

This quilt is not something she can use. Why didn’t Zong Zhenglin mention anything when the two discussed it… Even now lying in bed, Mu Xiyao still remembers this matter.

“His Royal Highness, the concubine never thought of comparing with the Helian clan.” When she chose the pattern, if she remembered correctly, where is the Xiangfei quilt in the whole book? It is almost a slip of red, and other than that, it is bright yellow and dark gold. This made her ignore the past, looking at the festive colors, she pointed out the style in front of Zong Zhenglin with great interest.

Now that I think about it, it is clear that the booklet was brought into the house by Zong Zhenglin, and it was this man who urged her to choose the color.

Listening to her muttering, Zong Zhenglin still closed his eyes and lay still, and after a while, he opened his mouth lazily.

“Bento main hall will be rewarded during the festival.” Although the status cannot be made up, the cost does not need to be deducted. As far as Zong Zhenglin’s ancestral system is concerned, there are not a few that he has broken himself. In addition, for Mu Xiyao’s consideration, it’s just two more strokes.

Mu Xiyao lay dumbfounded on his chest. Even if you may have thought about it, it is impossible to guess this one.

Your Highness, you are a prince, and I have never heard of you being able to reward this grace in a dignified manner. Even Yuan Chengdi did not see anyone rewarding people with ancestral rules.

“Don’t think too much, the same is true for Chengqing’s clothes.”

Can that be the same? He is your son and the grandson of the emperor. Concubine Shu is so spoiled that even the old man always smiles when he sees him.

Just as he was about to inquire with the boss, Emperor Yuan Cheng’s eyeliner could be cleaned up. When it comes to the mouth, it can’t come out no matter what. What made her even more worried, replaced the quilt, and only made Mu Xiyao embarrassed and annoyed.

This afternoon, I followed Zong Zhenglin out the door until I returned to the house at Xu. Playing with Cheng Qing for a while, but now, she alone forgot the most embarrassing thing.

Her clothes seemed to be a little sticky and wet. How should she speak about this matter…

“Why, can’t you sleep?” She was yawning just now, but she couldn’t calm down now. Zong Zhenglin slowly opened his eyes before he could concentrate, and then he saw the little woman blushing under his eyelids, obviously embarrassed.

Feng Mu glanced at her expression, Zong Zhenglin narrowed his eyes.

“How is it?” Mu Xiyao was rarely so twisted. No matter how awkward she is, she will hum twice to express her dissatisfaction. Now the question is being asked, but what does this mean?

“Jiaojiao.” The third time he called out, his voice was tough.

Mu Xiyao knew that she couldn’t avoid it, so she could only grit her teeth and survive.

The small hand tugged at Zong Zhenglin’s palm, his eyes were tightly closed, and the lips were too hard to sip before, and when they were released, they were immediately filled with blood, crimson and lustrous, soft and sweet.

Sensing his suddenly stiff body, Mu Xiyao’s neck flushed red. It’s too embarrassing to say this. It was very uncomfortable to make such a turn to let him know.

Zong Zhenglin’s brows jumped in shock at the palm of his hand. The shape of his hands… is he actually full of himself? Such a fragrant situation, just thinking about it, the palm covering her chest gradually became hot.

The sound of the man’s heartbeat came from his ears, and it became more and more rapid, making Mu Xiyao not dare to move.

Absolutely can’t be tempted at this time…

“His Royal Highness, how about you turn your back?” Today, on the eve of the new year, she released Gui Momo back to the Mu Mansion to reunite with her son and daughter-in-law. At this time, the milk is rising, and I have to clean it up by myself.

Zong Zhenglin’s eyes were dark, he stared at her deeply, and released his hand very slowly. The palm of the hand is empty, and the account is lost.

Being stepped over by the little woman herself, she was almost skin-to-skin through a thin lingerie. Wherever I accidentally touched it, it spread like a prairie fire.

“Put on a fox fur.” Even if he was lustful, Zong Zhenglin still remembered that Mu Xiyao couldn’t stand the cold. He never got up and took things for her, but he deliberately avoided unnecessary touch, so as not to lose control and hurt her foundation.

Answering the promise, Mu Xiyao walked outside according to her words and took out an item from the cage, but it was specifically for milking women. When he returned to the house, he sat down on the concubine chair not far from the bed, and turned his back deliberately, lest Zong Zhenglin could not hold back.

Lying flat on the couch, the rustling in her ears was the sound of her unbuttoning her clothes, and she turned over in the heat. Zong Zhenglin was facing the inside, and before his breath had calmed down, he saw that the curtain on the wall happened to be lit by candlelight. , reflecting the silhouette of the woman’s half.

With just such a glance, Zong Zhenglin couldn’t take his eyes away any longer.

The woman on the wall half raised her arms and lightly opened the placket. One side is round and quivering and pops out, full of shape, enticing the soul. There was a drainage urn on the tip, just looking at it like that, Zong Zhenglin’s lower abdomen was already tense. Until Mu Xiyao stroked the lower edge of her upper breast with one hand and kneaded gently with her five fingers twice, it finally caused his breathing to stagnate and his throat to become unbearably hot.

The woman’s head is lowered, and her beautiful face is exquisite and gorgeous. He was half naked, staring at his chest, and his hands were moving frequently… Zong Zhenglin’s scalp was numb, and he felt that he had a dirty mind. Seeing Mu Xiyao’s appearance, he felt like a little woman. Soothe alone.

Suddenly closing his eyes, Zong Zhenglin’s forehead jumped wildly, his five fingers forming a fist. In the house where the earth dragon was burnt, the back of his clothes was sweating.

Originally intending to restrain the distraction to think about political affairs, and to stop watching the extravagant scene, the sound of breast milk squeezing and squeezing unexpectedly came into my ears, and it fell into the bowl. Such a sound burned Zong Zhenglin’s eyes red.

Mu Xiyao blushed, and immediately guessed that Zong Zhenglin must have noticed the abnormal noise. In such an embarrassing situation, it made her wish she could get into the gap and never see anyone again. Obviously she took the initiative to avoid it, but she ran in the opposite direction, smeared with erotic meaning… Because of her

shame, Mu Xiyao unknowingly accelerated her movements. In Zong Zhenglin’s eyes, it was even more unbearable. The firm lower body is already vigorous, and it is more and more uncomfortable to be strangled by the trousers. With his back to Mu Xiyao, and looking at her like this for the first time, Zong Zhenglin’s anger surged, and his hand reached inside without noticing it.

The work that wraps the soaring green stems, huge in size and sticky at the front.

With a sigh, she fell in love with her, Zong Zhenglin was impatient, and sighed comfortably against the charming shadow on the wall.

[End of This Chapter]