Chapter 294: A Good Thing

"Your Highness, how did you manage to do this?" Mu Xiyao was curious and eager to move. People who practice martial arts, with a foundation as strong as Zong Zhenglin, can get sick just right without hurting their bodies? The fever is also not lukewarm, there is heat on the forehead, but it drops very quickly.

If it was said that Zong Zhenglin avoided the muddy water of the prince by "respecting the body", Mu Xiyao would not believe it. This man is very shrewd, he didn't make such a bad move for Zong Zhenghui.

The little hands climbed up to his face, and the stubble was removed. The handsome man dazzled her. Touching the cheek, touching the forehead, and touching the side of the neck again, without any method, but it didn't attract Zongzheng Lin to stop.

When the foreheads touched each other, Mu Xiyao became more certain that this man was very sick. If she could "micromanage" like this when she caught a cold, how many things could she do.

At least the Empress Dowager chanted sutras, even if she couldn't get rid of her feelings, she deserved extra points.

"Jiaojiao, don't make up your mind."

The little woman knelt beside him, half of her body leaning against his chest, her hands were crispy red and her flesh was soft, this size just seemed like nothing, sending a warm fragrance into his heart. Seeing her dishonesty eyes, he guessed at a glance that this woman is a playboy.

"Those who have profound skills can't do it. With the help of Yugu's medicine, it barely works." The big palm covered her messy little hand, and there was a lot of meaning in her eyes. "Especially Jiaojiao, even if it is possible, the hall will take precautions in advance."

Not having these crooked ways has given him a complete headache. Let her get a way again, the prince's mansion, I'm afraid there will be no peace for a moment.

Disliked... Mu Xiyao drooped her head and twitched her little hand that was being held down by him, unable to match her strength.

"Your Highness?"

"Be good. I've already delayed." Not telling her to do anything wrong, Zong Zhenglin grabbed her catkin, put his hands together, and wrapped her slender palms in it.

There was a slight numbness in the palm, and it was hot, which made her feel a little itchy in her heart. It was this man who was regulating her pulse. Every day before, it never stopped. If it wasn't for some awkwardness, thinking about it now, most of the problems of qi deficiency and body cold should be gone.

"Your Highness, when you are not a concubine, you can still treat concubines fairly." Mu Xiyao was a little embarrassed to be treated like this. This woman is awkward. According to her, this is a thank you.

Zong Zhenglin looked up at her, and the teasing in his eyes caused Mu Xiyao's cheeks to slowly stain pink.

"I have cried a lot, but I am ashamed."

The reconciliation of the two masters is the happiest thing, and nothing is better than the person who serves close by. Wei Zhen's face was full of joy, and she accidentally provoked Mu Xiyao's eyes that she hadn't noticed before.

After looking at it like this, I immediately remembered a big event.

After serving Zong Zhenglin's dinner at night, he hastily asked someone to remove the kang table, kicked off the embroidered shoes, climbed to his side and leaned against him obediently.

Stretching out her hand and holding her arm, Mu Xiyao raised her head and her eyes were filled with hope.

"Your Highness, would it be good for the concubine to match someone for the maid beside me?" This matter has been reassuring for too long, and it always fails, and I always feel that I can't be at ease.

Before leaving the mansion, I happened to hear that the maid next to Helian Minmin, Zhu Tan, had been betrothed to the accountant of the mansion. When you come to her, naturally you can't fall behind.

Zong Zhenglin stroked the top of her hair, half-embracing someone and waiting for her unfinished words. Being able to be so acquainted with him to please him is not just a casual talk.

"Did you give Wei Zhen to my concubine, Mo Lancheng?" The little girl looked very happy. It was as if he had agreed and the good thing was done.

Zong Zhenglin frowned, and looking at her expression, it didn't look like she was playing around.

"Does Jiaojiao know Wei Zhen's background?"

"Of course I know. Isn't it the eldest grandson of the fourth house of the Duke of Wei. There is an old man who is greedy for flowers and lust, spoils his concubine and kills his wife. He doesn't care about the son born in the main room, but he is very strict with his aunt and concubine. To force his wife to death, Letting his son be secretly murdered by the woman in the backyard repeatedly, this kind of man is the most despised by my concubine!"

It is good to be jealous of evil, but it is a pity that in front of him is Zong Zhenglin who is worse than Wei Zhen. Mu Xiyao spoke quickly, and it was only when she opened her mouth that she realized that she had unintentionally offended this master again. His Highness Six's eyes darkened, and Mu Xiyao immediately recalled it.

"The concubine is talking about men who are incompetent. If you are tripped by a woman, you will not be able to achieve great things in your life. Your Highness is not among them." The more I spoke, the more guilty I felt, the lack of confidence, and the volume of my voice became smaller.

The more the description gets darker, Mu Xiyao is at the end of her rope.

Zong Zhenglin cast a glance at her, she was ashamed to feel that she had the qualifications to be a disaster for just such a girl. The appearance is barely enough, but the temperament... let alone.

"Since you know his background, you should know that Duke Wei's mansion, not to mention how Duke Wei is, even brothers from his father's generation, would never agree." In Duke Wei's mansion, there are three pillars standing in a row, and the fourth house is impressive. Wei Jing'an's son has long been on people's minds. Not to mention Wei Zhen's ability, even if he values ​​his status as a close servant, there are not a few people with red eyes.

What's more, each house has its own secrets and tricks.

To be assigned a maid, the difference in family status is a world of difference. Mu Xiyao's idea is really big.

"Then it won't work if you say something?" It's a pity that the boss has not yet ascended the throne, otherwise, who would dare not respond to the imperial edict of Emperor Jian'an? Mu Xiyao felt a little regretful.

The days of the fox pretending to be the tiger's prestige must be endured slowly after all.

"Your Highness, I'll wait for you..." This time, I behaved well and didn't talk nonsense. Eyeballs looked around, pointed fingers upright, and pointed vigorously towards the sky, moved her knees closer to his ear, "At that time, all the concubines' maidservants could get married in a beautiful way."

Zong Zhenglin held his breath in his chest, and was so angry with this woman that he lost his temper. The great cause of the country, she cared about first, just to facilitate the girl's matching. She was so promising, how could she have been confused in the first place.

"No?" Seeing the disapproval on his face, Mu Xiyao bit her finger and muttered. "Nurse said, if His Highness speaks up, the concubine's position is more stable, it should be fine."

Speaking of this, his eyes suddenly lit up. Looking up and down at Zong Zhenglin, Mu Xiyao was thoughtful.

"Could it be that the position of the concubine is not stable enough? Your Highness favors the concubine, and everyone in Shengjing has heard about it. If you want to increase the weight, you can only work hard on the heirs."

The more you say it, the more outrageous it is. Zong Zhenglin narrowed his eyes. Matching a servant girl to involve his heir, Mu Xiyao's brain can no longer be counted on. Who has the face to fight against his son for marriage?

"Why don't I add another baby to you? Your Highness, are you happy?" If she can give birth to her third child as soon as possible, and fulfill her original wish in her previous life, she will be able to live a peaceful and stable life. Being disturbed by a remnant soul, this feeling... is extremely unhelpful.

Zong Zhenglin flicked her finger between her eyebrows, and there was danger in his eyes.

joy? I'm afraid it's true that I'm angry. Does this woman have a long memory?

"It's only been a few days, and you've forgotten all about it? You're not happy, you're hurting your roots and you're not suitable for conception. Don't say this year, it's next year. You have to nod after Yugu's pulse diagnosis before you can ask Jiaojiao to give birth to a child." Having given birth to two sons in succession, Mu Xiyao is still young, and too much wear and tear is tantamount to counterproductive. He has no shortage of sons, both of them are at the right age, and the little girl will not be too late to conceive after taking care of her body.

Zong Zhenglin was thinking of her everywhere in his words, Mu Xiyao was annoyed by another matter before she had time to calm down.

With his head buried in his chest, and his breath puffing into his pores through his clothes, Zong Zhenglin's heart gradually softened. Thinking that she was in a hurry to have a child, His Royal Highness was naturally full of enthusiasm.

"No rush. Jiaojiao's heirs are naturally good. The hall is all happy."

Many sons, many blessings, Zong Zhenglin is also unavoidable.

"Your Highness." He continued to maintain the ostrich posture, his tone was a little low, and his hands wrapped around his waist. "You feel sorry for my concubine and value her body. But the empress in the palace must be anxious. The emperor will not agree."

"The Empress Dowager can't wait." The Empress Dowager Jin hoped that there would be good news from Helian Minmin's belly. Coupled with the fact that the two maids were bestowed not long ago, the meaning is already very clear.

Mu Xiyao felt tired. It is extremely ugly to join the struggle of children as bargaining chips.

"The concubine will protect Xiao Douding and not let others bully her." For the first time, Mu Xiyao made a clear gesture on this matter.

Zong Zhenglin's eyes were serious, and he squeezed the big hand holding her palm hard.

"My son, this hall will protect me. Jiaojiao, just raise him well." Looking at her again, his eyes were smoldering. "What the hall promised you, still counts."

This woman said that she didn't trust her, but she was determined to deal with major issues, and when she plunged into it, she would never return, desperate to die. When it came to her, she was like a frightened mouse, hiding her head and showing her tail, just thinking about how to save herself.

She is so worthless, it's rare to have the courage to take it through adversity, she should be rewarded.

"Your Highness, I remember you saying that I have agreed to my concubine. You should also agree to this matter." Her mind turned very quickly, and Mu Xiyao finally caught up with Zong Zhenglin in a dignified manner.

Wei Zhen was confused and was called into the study by His Royal Highness. Half an hour later, with a gloomy face, he was extremely unwilling to go to Duke Wei's residence to write a letter.

She didn't know that Mu Xiyao was following her, but she was very unhappy with His Highness's sudden order to contact the Duke's mansion. His mother died young, and his sister married far away to Qinzhou the year before last. Wei Zhen gets angry when he mentions the person he married. As expected, Wei Jing'an did not change her nature. She sacrificed her only daughter-in-law for the sake of the intertwined power base of the Duke's Mansion, and married the dude of the famous Wang family in Qinzhou. For this matter, the relationship between father and son was completely broken, and there was no room for change.

Because the direct lineage of the Wang family is extremely strong in the army, not to mention Wei Jing'an, even the Duke of Wei also nodded.

Wei Zhen was still kept in the dark, but in the courtyard of the main house, Mu Xiyao didn't intend to hide it from Mo Lan.

Just let her talk in the room alone, to save face, girls are always shy about this matter, so they have to be considerate.

"Would you like to?"

Mo Lan lowered her head, her ears burning hot. Marrying Mr. Wei as his wife, she never dared to think about it. The children of the aristocratic clan, how could it be so easy to get involved. Didn't see the big maid next to the prince and concubine, but she was just assigned as an accountant?

After all, Mo Lan is young, not as experienced as Madam Zhao in Beijing, and she is ambiguous about Wei Zhen's background. If he had known the truth about the Duke's Mansion, he would have been so frightened that he would have been dumbfounded.

"Master, this is inappropriate." Commander Wei is a rare talent, and His Highness relies heavily on him. It is another trouble for the master to be so stubborn and to be found out by outsiders.

"It's inappropriate, not unwilling." Mu Xiyao nodded clearly. Seeing that Mo Lan was really anxious, he waved his hand to stop what she was about to say.

"Don't worry, master, I'm very clear-headed. The position of the eldest daughter-in-law of Duke Wei's residence, Mo Lan, you have to stand firmly. Even if it violates the etiquette system and breaks the rules of the family, His Highness will take care of you."

The Duke of Wei's mansion was a scumbag and refused to choose a master for a long time, so she added another fire. Three pillars? Not too crowded.