The Beloved Imperial Consort - Chapter 304

[304. Chapter 304]

On the extremely rare “Lu Huang Xuan” paper, the goddess of fine brushwork moves freely and lifelike. The fallen leaves that were rolled up on the bluestone board seemed to have a refreshing breeze blowing across the face.

In the octagonal pavilion, the man’s pale blue cloak was dragging on the ground, his eyebrows were stern, especially his eyes, which were extremely sharp. Sitting upright on the stone bench, his hair is tied in a jade crown, and a dark golden dragon pattern is embroidered on the sleeves.

On his knees, the petite woman turned to Yan Zhenjing, raised her neck slightly, and Shui Liang’s eyes looked straight into his eyes. A crimson coat with only the plush piping exposed, below the shoulders, was wrapped in a man’s cloak, which was tightly covered.

Behind him is Merlin, who has passed the flowering period, and there are some pink daisies on the ground. The background is a bit bleak, and there is a chill in the silence.

Such a scene should have been desolate and cold, just because the two people hugged tightly together, their eyes were burning, and the corners of their eyes were faintly raised, all of which showed a confident smile. Twilight makes the whole painting bright and light.

“His Royal Highness, in the past, the Taijun of the Shen family used a Hualing Mirror as a gift to her husband to form a marriage relationship.”

“The concubine remembers that in the Merlin that day, His Highness once said that it is not unusual for a concubine to treat each other as a guest, but what she wants is ‘Jinse and Ming’. His cheeks were flushed ,

and his small hand took his big palm and placed it lightly on the painting, “Today, the concubine gave this painting to Your Highness. Your Highness, will you be happy?

” He added cheekily, “The concubine sat at the desk and painted, and I haven’t had a lunch break for three consecutive days.” The

silent man beside him did not respond at all, and Mu Xiyao tilted his head to sneak a look at him.

Seeing this, his face immediately burned. Zong Zhenglin’s phoenix eyes were like fire, and he firmly grasped her line of sight. Instantly, he raised his hand and lifted her chin high. The man’s eyes were dark, and the depths of his eyes were like a gust of wind whistling, and the meaning inside was so complicated that Mu Xiyao couldn’t tell the difference.

“Jiaojiao.” Zong Zhenglin bowed and looked at her, breathing in each other’s breath, even the eyelashes, as if they were about to pierce in one place. “Old Lady Shen’s gift of the mirror is for the purpose of settling love.” The palm of her hand slowly stroked down the side of her neck, numb and numb, scratching Mu Xiyao’s mind a little. “Jiaojiao gave this palace a painting, but this palace thinks that’s what it meant?”

Her cheeks were hot, and Mu Xiyao’s eyelids drooped, hurriedly avoiding his sight.

“Huh?” Straighten her face and force people to look at him. “But what does that mean?” Getting to the bottom of it.

His stern face was reflected in front of him, and his eyes were bound to be tough, no different from that day in the plum garden. Not only did Mu Xiyao see the bondage in his eyes, but if he didn’t answer to his satisfaction, the man’s eyes flashed with grimness.

It’s this set again! Zong Zhenglin couldn’t be happy, and the rest were given to her, all of which were coercive warnings.

Anxious and embarrassed, Mu Xiyao hugged his arm and jumped again and again. “It’s just repaying the favor, what’s wrong, what’s wrong!”

Li is not as good as others, and it will always be a bit worse. Very unwilling.

Seeing that she was so embarrassed that he didn’t even notice that he stepped on the wrong foot, Zong Zhenglin suddenly burst out laughing, his eyes twinkling.

Excellent, finally forced her into the urn. If he wanted to dodge again, he would clean up in the urn and take advantage of his Wenxiang Nephrite Jade. The Sixth Highness was in a beautiful and unspeakable mood. He leaned over and hugged her waist. He couldn’t help but forcefully pried open his teeth. The two of them crossed in secret, and the kiss gradually spread into the house.

Such a happy laughter once again shocked the outsiders into confusion. Is this laughing with anger, or hate it?

Mama Zhao stroked her heart and sighed silently. Come out with the master, this heart, ups and downs, there is no time to be at ease. Fortunately, His Highness was angry, and this man also used tricks to coax people to come back. Unlike the last time, it took another ten days and a half to get angry. Thinking about it this way, it is strange to think that Master Yao has grown a bit?

Shaking his head to clear out the bizarre thoughts. With this kind of temperament, I have a fight with His Highness every three days, how can I somehow feel that the master is still growing…

The atmosphere in the room was sticky, and it was filled with the glutinous aroma of Mu Xiyao. Zong Zhenglin kissed her on the side of the neck passionately, but was pushed back by Mu Xiyao’s soft voice.

“I haven’t, I haven’t finished it yet.” This man didn’t see her true intentions in her painting, how could he agree! “Your concubine took a lot of time to do it, your Highness, you have to read it completely.” Hong Yanyan pouted, a little unhappy.

So charming… Zong Zhenglin closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, he stroked her temples and tucked them behind her ears.

“Where has this hall never been seen before?” This painting was not easy to come by, how could he have missed it?

“Yes, you turn it over.” The bronze mirror was given to the person, and the objects were supplemented, naturally it had two sides.

Zong Zhenglin’s brows were high, and with one hand he lifted the painting that only two servants could lift, and turned it over with ease.

The drawing on the back is extremely simple, and on the finely textured rice paper, except for one thing, everything is blank. Looking at it carefully, the fat ass in the lower left corner is facing the furry thing curled up in a ball, what is not the cute rabbit in her yard? Zong Zhenglin looked the most at it, but the rabbit turned its head slightly, and in its three-petaled mouth, there was actually a fresh radish in its mouth!

I thought it was rare for this woman to be straight, and I didn’t want this surprise, it was too big for him to accept.

“Jiaojiao, why are you naughty?” Zong Zhenglin cherishes such an important painting.

Mu Xiyao looked at him puzzled and didn’t understand why the man was angry.

“Isn’t there that auspicious pattern on the back of the bronze mirror? Your Highness is most happy, that is the thing. The concubine disliked the ugly looking beast with long tails, so I painted a good-looking one for His Highness. Isn’t it bad?” The voice was a little pitiful, faintly faint. Brought disappointed.

“Your Highness didn’t say that the concubine is quite similar to it? The concubine painted herself on both sides, thinking that His Highness would be happy.” I thought that to escape this disaster, I had to please the boss. I don’t even want to face. Looking at his reaction now, could it be that she is superfluous?

Zong Zhenglin didn’t expect her to think so, and his angry expression gradually dissipated. It didn’t take a moment, but he held his forehead and laughed. Looking at her gaze, she told Mu Xiyao that she had a bad premonition.

“Jiaojiao, read more folklore books.” The Sixth Highness gently advised.

Mu Xiyao looked at him ignorantly, what does this mean, dislike her for being uneducated?

She knew that she was not sensitive to the respect of ghosts and gods, even though there were related scrolls in the study, this woman seldom looked at them.

Zong Zhenglin didn’t know Mu Xiyao’s origin and thought that she didn’t respect ghosts and gods and didn’t believe in fate. How could she have expected that she was so frightened that she didn’t want to touch those crazy things again.

Reluctantly, he touched the top of her hair, and the Sixth Highness paid special attention to her reaction. “Jiaojiao, that long-tailed beast is not auspicious, but a fierce creature that avoids the blood evil.”

Avoid… a fierce creature that avoids the blood evil? ! Mu Xiyao was stunned on the spot, dizzy for a while.

But seeing the woman’s small face wrinkled like a bun, her face flushed red, and she was so ashamed that she hurriedly covered up the paintings on the case.

Zong Zhenglin watched with pleasure, intuition that she should be filled with red bean paste… His Royal Highness secretly came to a conclusion.

No wonder she likes to call Chengqing Chengyou “Little Bun” and “Xiaodouding” in private, that’s why.

[End of This Chapter]