The Beloved Imperial Consort - Chapter 402

[402. Chapter 402 Timing]

In the front yard of the East Palace, Chengqing, who was six years old at the time, and his younger brother, Chengyou, who was one year younger, were squatting on horseback with their fists clasped at their waists. Following Yan Chengzhou’s command, they alternately punched from left to right. Both of them were half-aged children, and they were wearing morning exercise clothes that Mu Xiyao had ordered. The usual plain cotton fabric is very close to the body, light and durable.

When they were first made, the two little buns pouted, and the boss was not happy.

Pleated collar, laces, leggings. Not to mention the style, not even a single embroidery. In the past, everyone was dressed in brocade clothes, and there were only two little masters in the East Palace. They were used to holding them. When the ancestors were still alive, they especially loved them. Concubine Shu was even more eyeballs. is very tightly guarded.

Cheng Qing was better, knowing her mother’s temper, except for a slight frown, she didn’t say a word. He only thought about going to his father, putting on that shirt and walking twice. This dress will definitely not be in his father’s eyes, and there is always room for improvement.

But Chengyou was a bit stubborn. As soon as I saw this dress, I immediately quit. With a slumped mouth and a small face, he also disliked and dropped his hand. It was awkward, and his body was twisted like a twist, and he refused to put this “subordinate’s clothes” on his body.

How old is a hairy child, who is scrambling in the yard in the morning, practicing real skills, who wants to dress decently and extravagantly? At such a young age, she has grown crooked, thinking that she has the support of her own father, so why can’t she and the two of them not?

Mu Xiyao looked at the stern face of the eldest son, and then looked at the younger son of Zong Zhengmin, who was named by the old man, and his beautiful eyes gradually narrowed.

That night, when His Royal Highness the Prince returned to the palace, he saw the woman on the top of her heart looking lonely, stroking the children’s clothes placed on the brocade couch in a trance. It wasn’t until he raised his eyes and saw him entering the room that he quickly restrained his expression, hurriedly greeted him with a smile, and never said anything to bother him.

Chengqing Chengyou, who only left school the next day, was called to the study by Zong Zhenglin and gave a severe lecture. The father and son were locked inside for half an hour. Empress Liangdi didn’t ask much about how the prince taught her. Just happy with the result.

The two boys obeyed obediently, put on sackcloth shirts, and followed Commander Yan to lay the foundation.

The son listened to the words, the whip went off, and the jujube was rewarded. The master of Huiyi Palace only devoted himself to serving the crown prince well. No, in a blink of an eye, he asked for two royal horses for her son to pay tribute to Wu Zhaoda. He also specially raised the foal in the stables of the East Palace, and told the two little buns to see the benefits in front of them, and from time to time they had to obey obediently.

After that, Chengyou, who was not as clever as Chengqing, also understood the truth. The mother can’t contradict, annoy her, and the father who backed her in the past, that’s impossible to count on.

For two years of practicing martial arts like this, the two have long since developed the habit of getting up early and going to the front yard to find Yan Chengzhou to accompany them to practice. Usually, the prince’s father would give some pointers on the side. If you don’t see anyone, it’s Mu Xiu. That person usually accompanies his mother and has no time to pay attention to the two of them.

In the inner room of the main hall of Huiyi Palace, in the warm tent of Concubine Xiang, Mu Xiyao was wrapped in a warm quilt and wrapped around the warm man beside him, holding him tight.

In the morning of early spring, leaning against his chest, it was very comfortable to hide and hide.

“Don’t let go.” Before his eyes could be opened, his little temper had already come up. The small half body pressed his arm, very rogue.

Zong Zhenglin traced her eyebrows and eyes with his fingertips, this woman, with a flushed face, only had a loose upper body and a hoodie. After he vented twice last night, he suppressed the dissatisfaction that was still around the corner, and forced her to tie a knot behind her neck.

At this moment, she was twisted and rubbed to one side, and her chest was full and full, and most of it was exposed. Lined with a water red coat, the sharp points are faintly visible. It was so tempting that he couldn’t move his eyes.

This goblin came to hook him early in the morning.

The man leaned over to hold her earlobe, his palms dishonestly reaching down. As soon as he touched the center of her leg, he suddenly realized that the woman was actually naked. That’s right, he couldn’t bear to tear off her trousers at night, and then rubbing it again would be more than ecstasy.

“Jiaojiao.” As he approached her neck and kissed lightly, Zong Zhenglin’s voice was hoarse, and his phoenix eyes were as black as ink.

The empress dowager’s mourning period has not yet passed, but there is still this unstoppable goblin beside him to grind him, even if it is only a month and a year, he is also because of the anger under him, he doesn’t really touch her, and he can’t get in well. The more thirsty she became, the worse she became.

“Huh?” His neck tickled, Mu Xiyao twisted to dodge away. Her knee touched something hot, and the bad thing throbbed twice against the side of her leg. He waved and slapped away the evil palm of his chest, and deliberately touched his work under his feet. “I’m still following the rules.” The

voice was soft and soft, and the delicate drips got into his ears, with the stickiness unique to the morning. The little woman pushed her mouth and refused, but the fleshy toes gently rubbed his calf, which only made him feel agitated in his abdomen, causing him to feel uncomfortable and painful.

“January is here, it’s just you and me here. Jiaojiao should answer, it’s better to quench her hunger and thirst a little.” As he said, he pulled at her hood, as if losing patience, and in a blink of an eye, he tore off the tie at the back of her neck. He hugged the woman’s seductive body in his arms and hurriedly stroked it.

This man… He was rubbing his eyes open as he gasped. Mu Xiyao glared at him with watery eyes, her expression charming, and she told Zong Zhenglin to love him to the core.

“Last night, didn’t the concubine just serve you?” Although he didn’t tell him to go in, he did vent.

The glittering eyes swept down at him, and his cheeks instantly flushed. He held his little hand and probed over, and then he held his guy, the man groaned lowly, his chest heaving violently.

“That’s not enough. Help it in, eh?” The palms kneaded on her splendid and delicate buttocks, and gradually, the fingers slipped into the gaps between the legs, lingering in the woman’s spring water.

“Mr. will be here later, don’t you have something important to discuss today?” The matters he discussed with the Fifth Dynasty recently were all of great importance. Mu Xiyao had a faint feeling, perhaps, that time was not far away.

Since the death of the Empress Dowager, Yuan Chengdi was very mourned. Three days after the emperor quit the dynasty, the imperial driver personally sent the empress dowager into the imperial mausoleum, where she was buried in another mausoleum near Emperor Gaozong.

Great Wei ancestor system, humble and do not respect. Buried in the same cave as Emperor Gaozong was the birth mother of Emperor Cheng Yuan, the Empress Zhou of Yuan Dynasty.

After that day, the old man went vegetarian for three months to show his condolences. At the beginning of the nineteenth year, there was a rare snowstorm in the four states in the eastern part of the Great Wei Dynasty. Yuan Chengdi worked day and night on state affairs, and even Zong Zhenglin also stayed in the Dongnuan Pavilion for most of the month, and never returned to the palace.

Not only do I have to worry about national affairs, but I also feel deeply guilty about the death of the Queen Mother. When the empress dowager was in critical condition, Emperor Yuancheng was taking his ministers to hunt in Xishan. When I got the news in the evening, it was only a cold at night, but I didn’t expect the fever to persist in the middle of the night. After the emperor hurried back to the palace, Empress Dowager Jin was holding her last breath.

After hearing the emperor call “Mother”, the person lying on the phoenix bed suddenly sighed in relief, and opened his eyes slightly. His wish was fulfilled, but he couldn’t hold on any longer, his mouth still had a smile on his face, and one could no longer wake up…

Emperor Yuan Cheng felt depressed in his heart, and regardless of his body and bones, he immersed himself in political affairs. After all, with age, how can I withstand such a toss. Busy for less than ten days, he was in the morning and fainted in the Hall of Diligence.

The prince acts as the agent of the government, and the vassal kings who were enfeoffed two years ago, especially those in the west, act frequently. That man, like a lurking beast, finally found the opportunity and opened his minions.

[End of This Chapter]