Chapter 217: Scourge (3)

"Your Highness, did you ask for Wuju for my concubine?" After hearing Wei Zhen's report that the little eunuch in the palace had sent Wuju, Mu Xiyao listened to Zong Zhenglin's explanation in a daze.

Only this result made her almost thump her chest.

"This... You see, the concubine hasn't taken over yet, can I change it as soon as possible?" The reason is a bit far-fetched, and Mu Xiyao has no confidence.

Zong Zhenglin cast a sideways glance at her, calmly dispelling her unrealistic thoughts, "Benbang will teach you a lesson." Wuju came just in time, and raised her in Danruoyuan, reminding this woman from time to time, and letting her Rein in your temper.

Watching the rewards fly away, Mu Xiyao listlessly fiddled with the jade token, taking out the stuff that Zong Zhenglin made for Cheng Qing's little bun.

The more I thought about it, the more unworthy it became, and finally I lay down on the huanghuali painting table and sighed, taking a few moments to glance at the man on the grand master's chair who was idly flipping through books. The chief culprit sat in a stable position with a splendid demeanor.

If you want to talk about the appearance of His Highness the Sixth Highness, you really have nothing to say. Mu Xiyao felt that getting along with Zong Zhenglin was very comfortable, then the man's good looks would have given him a lot of points first.

If his appearance is mediocre, due to his status and status, he can only make do with it. Thinking about it this way, it doesn't make sense for Zong Zhenglin to hurt her complexion, and he has no grievances at all... His Highness the Sixth Prince praised her skin and figure several times in bed, and he liked her, but now she is silent and there is no regret or anything like that. , this matter is not unusual.

With no one around at the moment, Mu Xiyao has no scruples, and it's not a big deal to speak freely.

"Your Highness, I have some questions that I can't figure out, can you give me more details?"

In the room, she didn't need a face scarf to pose for Qiao, and Mu Xiyao didn't feel the need to cover up when facing Zong Zhenglin. Just sticking the ointment on, making him act coquettishly and coquettishly as before, Zong Zhenglin laughed secretly.

When this woman was young, she couldn't even hold a needle. When it really came to a critical moment, he was surprisingly open-minded and strong. With such a contradictory temperament, no wonder it is not easy to support.

"But it's okay to say." Zong Zhenglin put down the scroll, picked up the teacup and put aside the leaves, waiting for her to "ask for advice with an open mind".

When Mu Xiyao got his consent, she immediately regained her spirits, her small body straightened up, and she didn't look as sleepy as before.

"Does Your Highness love beauty?" As the saying goes, everyone has a love for beauty. Unless Zong Zhenglin was a heretic, he couldn't escape this hurdle.

His Highness the Sixth Highness raised his eyebrows, supported his elbow with one hand, and stretched his long legs straight, looking at Mu Xiyao with a half-smile.

"Of course." The woman who put the plaster behind the painting table, because of those eyes, can barely be called a beauty.

Mu Xiyao blinked her eyes a few times, sure enough, men are all pretty.

"I heard that there are some stunning beauties who would rather hide their faces and close the door if they are seriously ill. They would rather hide their faces and close the door in desolation than want to be accompanied by their husband's master so that they can see their sick appearance. Your Highness thinks that there is no taboo like a concubine, but you will be invited. do not like?"

There are many women who are afraid of fading and love relaxation. The most scheming is none other than Li Shi, Empress Xiaowu, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty.

Mu Xiyao felt that she could somewhat bear the title of "Israel's businessman". Otherwise, those women in Zong Zhenglin's backyard wouldn't have been behind their backs behind their backs, telling her a seductive goblin, wishing they could curse her to death, and it would be better if this person was gone sooner.

Zong Zhenglin couldn't help smiling when he saw her eyes were clear and bright, they were genuinely curious, and not a provocative invitation to pet her around the corner.

Mu Xiyao herself is different from others, asking so straightforwardly without any embellishment. She was not alienated and disgusted because of the scar on her face, but it aroused her many doubts.

"Jiaojiao is not a stunning beauty." Zong Zhenglin put down the teacup, leaned on his forehead and chuckled.

Mu Xiyao didn't wait for him to give an affirmative reply, she inexplicably got a comment, she didn't realize it at first, then her face flushed red, she immediately lifted the jade plaque, and rushed towards the man on the grand teacher's chair.

With a glance of Zong Zhenglin's long arms, he firmly caught the woman who threw herself into his arms, and let her scratch her chest like fists, and only gently shook her right hand to prevent the woman from spitting open the wound.

"Good boy, you don't have to be tired." He stroked her back and comforted the red-eyed rabbit.

"Your Highness! You really have no vision. I don't talk about the beauty of the country, there is always the beauty of the city. Why didn't you see it?" Mu Xiyao was so angry that she gasped, and she really felt that Zong Zhenglin's words were out of standard. . Not to mention that she has a good foundation, even the elixir for slimming and beautifying her body is not so useless. Co-author, she insisted on practicing health-preserving exercises for several years, but in the end, it was useless?

After she stopped thumping, Zong Zhenglin held Mu Xiyao's shoulders and took a good look at her. As if to cooperate with Zong Zhenglin's sizing up, Mu Xiyao raised her neck, scratched her head, and kept changing the angle, in case he was inattentive and missed her most satisfied delicate eyebrows and eyes.

Zongzheng Lin's phoenix eyes were full of smiles, his chest rose and fell slightly, and his shoulders trembled a little.

"Jiaojiao. Even with plasters on, it's not enough for the word stunning. But because it's you, this hall can barely accept it."

Mu Xiyao's beautiful eyes were so wronged that she suddenly lost her temper. Looking at Zong Zhenglin's sad face, he grabbed his brocade robe tightly and pursed his lips.

"My concubine always thought that she was beautiful. If it wasn't for her extraordinary beauty, how could His Highness have caught her at a glance?"

Grandma's stinky man, taking advantage of her bruises on her face, made fun of her openly, and this account will be settled immediately!

Zong Zhenglin's smile faltered, looking at her delicate appearance, he gradually recalled the two absurd scenes when she was not around before the draft.

Being teased by a woman he had never met to relieve his desire, Zong Zhenglin asked himself that he was not a lustful person. Afterwards, she was always by my side, and every time I got close, I was immersed in it and lost control. As for the reason, if he thought about it clearly, he wouldn't have such a headache to consume her now.

"I want to know, huh?" Even after taking the medicine, Mu Xiyao's faint milky fragrance is still faintly seductive.

"Chengyou is still in the concubine's palace, is it uncomfortable?"

Previously, she looked expectant, but when Zong Zhenglin suddenly changed the subject, Mu Xiyao's eyes widened and her mouth trembled.

Since returning to the mansion, he has been emptied for two days. Could it be that this man's animal nature has reappeared?

"Your Highness? The concubine is still hurt." Boss, you are in broad daylight, what are you thinking about in your head!

Zong Zhenglin picked up her knees and carried her across to the back room.

"Don't touch the side hall." The man's voice was low and hoarse, and Mu Xiyao reminded him of the eclectic scene, his interest rose, and his body throbbed with heat.

"Now we can see that even though Jiaojiao is not very attractive, she can still make this hall very eager."

How can there be beauty when we have never met? Zong Zhenglin would never take the initiative to talk about such absurd things with her.

Mu Xiyao was stiff all over, she never expected that a joke would make Zong Zhenglin's heart ache.

She didn't solve any of her doubts, but was taken advantage of by His Royal Highness, how could this matter go out of her control?

Zong Zhenglin saw her frowning in one place, gritted her teeth bitterly and thought hard, and felt very soft in her heart.

Silly.

I look at you only because you are different from other women.