The Beloved Imperial Consort - Chapter 63

[63. Chapter 63 Ming Wu]

Zong Zhenglin was in white, and the fifth black chess on the opposite side seemed to be relaxed, but the mechanism was hidden.

It has been half an hour since the two of them played chess in the main house of the front yard.

“His Royal Highness is concerned about the behavior of the side concubine?” The fifth dynasty has often been thinking about the sixth highness in recent days, and can also guess seven, seven or eight. Not to mention His Highness, even when he first heard about this, he was quite surprised.

Most of his knowledge of Concubine Mu side came from the mouth of his daughter, the fifth Yuying. Even though it is inconvenient to travel now, the communication between the two has never been interrupted every month.

The fifth Yuying is full of praise whenever she mentions Mu Xiyao, saying that her talent and character are unique.

I thought it was too much praise for a woman before, but this time it really opened my eyes. The side concubine’s strategy was surprisingly successful, and she was no less than a man. Especially for the grasp of the human heart, it is very precise. The most commendable thing is that there is no ordinary woman who is soft-hearted.

In just one night, the eldest prince Zong Zhengjun has been operating for many years and burned to the ground.

“Sir, do you know why the Japanese Temple hurried to Qingzhou before the Chinese New Year and came to visit?” Zong Zhenglin tapped his fingertips and slowly settled down.

The fifth day came to the interest. He also felt that it was too sudden when His Royal Highness visited in the middle of the night.

“Thanks to someone recommending Mr., so that this hall has a peerless counselor.” Zong Zhenglin remembered the note that was crushed by himself. If he had known that there was today’s conjecture, he would have left a memory.

The fifth Yuchao lifted the hem of his clothes, sat cross-legged, and straightened his expression. “Your Highness, can you tell me, who is the favor of Yan Chao?”

Zong Zhenglin looked at the jade dew palace powder sent by Wei Zhen in a bottle in the room, and regretted, “I haven’t seen him, so I have to disguise the inscription in red pen. The

fifth Yichao frowned for a moment, “But the ordinary rice paper, the handwriting on it is incoherent, like a book written by a child?”

Zong Zhenglin turned his head suddenly, staring at the fifth dynasty in shock. “Do you know, sir?”

Wu Yuchao’s nervously raised heart suddenly fell, and he breathed a sigh of relief, “I have seen it.”

Seeing the brilliance in Zong Zhenglin’s phoenix eyes, he only shook his head slightly, his tone rather disappointed. “It’s the same as what His Highness said, not in person.” The

brilliance in Zong Zhenglin’s eyes faded, and he was silent for only a moment, but he took the liberty to speak. “Can you tell me, sir, what he said above?” The

fifth Yu Chao sighed, “If you know people, you can’t be far behind.” Recalling the three joke-like names on the note, the fifth Yu Chao sighed. Chao answered earnestly, “There are only three people whose names are taboo, and all of them have been recommended to His Royal Highness.” In the

blink of an eye, Zong Zhenglin knew the identities of these three people, and they were also outstanding figures in one fell swoop. No wonder Mr.

The two stared at each other for a long time, and they had no intention of playing games.

“His Royal Highness suddenly mentioned this matter, but he has eyes and eyes?” The fifth Yuchao was so keen, he immediately understood that His Highness Sixth Highness could never aim without a target.

Zong Zhenglin put the chess piece back and asked very carefully. “If this hall guesses that this person is a woman, would it be funny, sir?” The

fifth Yuchao took a look, filled the tea by himself, and lowered his head to drink.

Zong Zhenglin didn’t rush, just closed his eyes slightly, watching the Yulu Palace powder blooming prosperously.

“Your Highness suspects the identity of the side concubine?” Talking to a smart person is easy.

Zong Zhenglin let go of his cross-legged legs, got up and walked to the bottle, leaned over to the stamen, and took a deep breath of plum fragrance. “Her intentions are very clear, but it’s a pity that the person beside her pillow is unwilling to treat each other.” The

fifth raised his eyebrows and made trouble for a long time. It turned out to be unwillingness, not suspicion and alienation.

He smiled lightly, and his words were full of teasing, “Why should your Highness care that the concubine did not say everything. If His Highness’s guess is true, such a smart woman, don’t you know that the events of that night will be seen in your eyes?”

Really born in the bureau, but I can’t see the concubine’s intentions.

Zong Zhenglin was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that Mu Xiyao had been silent for a few days. Is it to make yourself think about it?

Zong Zhenglin sighed as he looked at the back of the fifth Yaochao leaving. It turned out that she had already stated that it was a pity that she was disturbed by too many distracting thoughts, and she was made to wait for a long time.

In the evening, Zong Zhenglin returned to Danruo Garden as usual, and Mu Xiyao was teasing Chengqing with a smile.

Seeing Zong Zhenglin’s sudden appearance, he was very surprised.

Did this man figure it out so quickly? Not like his style. With his stinky temper, it’s unusual for him not to be stubborn for the last half month.

Mu Xiyao rolled her eyes and smiled lightly, “Mr. is back?” The man who had the ability to wake him up was none other than the Fifth Dynasty in Fuzhong.

Zong Zhenglin has been focusing on Mu Xiyao’s expression since he entered the room. He was shocked at first, but then suddenly realized, and now he has directly guessed what was going on. He sighed in his heart that it was her.

For the grasp of people’s hearts, the little woman is really handy. With such a Mu Xiyao, Zong Zhenglin was extremely helpless.

Being able to break down Zong Zhengchun’s power under the table, and being able to discern talents, really can’t force her. Otherwise, God knows what kind of movement this woman will make to him.

“Jiaojiao is having fun?” Meaning.

Mu Xiyao’s brows are clear, and she is very generous, “It’s quite enjoyable.”

Zong Zhengchun’s reckless man, breaking his arm is just a lesson, and whether or not he will have a big meal in the end depends on whether he is knowledgeable or not.

When Zong Zhenglin saw Mu Xiyao’s eyes twinkle, he knew that the little woman might still have an idea in her stomach.

“Take Chengqing to take a risk, eh?” His Highness was very small, and never forgot to settle accounts after the autumn. And Mu Xiyao was just around the corner and seemed to have no regrets?

Mu Xiyao had long thought of a countermeasure, she fluttered her hair on the temples and winked like silk, “I still remember, I still owe Your Highness a dance.”

Zong Zhenglin took a breath, and almost forgot that this demonic girl had many tricks. How could he not have thought that he was waiting for him like this, “Does Jiaojiao want to be a beauty?”

Mu Xiyao didn’t hurry, hugged Chengqing and called his mother to coax him to sleep, then turned around and walked to the inner room , looking at the man sitting on the bed, slowly unbuttoned his robe.

“May-those-hook-on-hook.” With a fingertip, the shirt slipped off.

Zong Zhenglin looked at the woman’s blatant seduction, and snorted coldly, “The side concubine of this hall, you are so bold.” Although his words were arrogant, his actions were not slow.

With one hand, the woman fell into her arms, the gauze curtain fell, and the Sixth Highness could not bear the deliciousness of her mouth after all.

“Tomorrow’s Japanese Palace is waiting for Jiaojiao to dance.” After speaking, Mu Xiyao was dismantled and eaten clean.

When Mu Xiyao woke up, Zong Zhenglin had gone to the Ministry of War as an errand. The war in the late spring of the next year is getting closer and closer. It seems that the sixth highness of this world is no longer willing to stay in Beijing to respond, but will scold Fang Qiu for a decisive victory thousands of miles away.

Thinking of Zong Zhenglin’s “Dancing the Country” yesterday, Mu Xiyao pondered. If the Sixth Highness is not satisfied, then if he wants to use his brain again, no one will condone it.

The matter was of great importance, Concubine Mu repeatedly, scrutinized and scrutinized, and finally made a desperate attempt, and finally made up her mind and called Huilan to help.

In the afternoon in Danruo Garden, Concubine Mu found Le Lian, beat and beat for two hours, and finally nodded with satisfaction.

After eating dinner early, Mu Xiyao dressed up, put on her dancing clothes, and waited quietly for the creditor to arrive.

[End of This Chapter]