Chapter 457 I'm at Peace (2)

"Mother Concubine, everyone in the palace says that you are the best at taking care of yourself. You are already seven years old, can you put on perfume?" Little Princess Rong Hui loved beauty since she was a child. Whenever Mu Xiyao was dressing up, the little girl carved in pink and jade always stretched her neck, raised her toes, and couldn't take her eyes off for a moment.

The woman with hair bun facing the mirror hairpin turned slightly, and glanced at the man on the imperial concubine's couch, with a kind smile on her lips, "Why don't you ask your father for a while? You know, the emperor doesn't like women. Dressing up too much."

"Really?" The little girl blinked in doubt, and hesitated a lot between dressing up and her father. After a long time, drooping his head, he felt wronged and walked over to hold up the hem of Emperor Jian'an's clothes, and reluctantly nodded. "It's even more rare for the father to be late."

This woman... went to provoke Rong Hui again. Emperor Jian'an leaned over and picked up the little girl, pinched her tender face, and whispered something in his ear, which made the little princess laugh out loud.

Ronghui is rare, able to suppress the child's curious nature, and keep him close to his father, Emperor Jian'an is very satisfied.

Touching the top of her hair, Zong Zhenglin and the little princess agreed. "My Ronghui must be a beauty when she grows up. Just like your mother and concubine."

Long live Lord's words made all the big and small smile. With her back to the person, Mu Yaonu became more and more ostentatious, holding a mirror to look left and right, and picked out another simple and elegant white jade hairpin, which she matched with earrings, before she was satisfied.

Turning around and staring at her eyes, she shrugged at the lazy girl who was tired of her father and was unwilling to go to the study to practice calligraphy, and obediently got off Zong Zhenglin's body. He took Zhao mama's hand again by himself, turned his head after two steps, looked at the emperor, and expressed her reluctance with a childish voice. "It's too late to go for a while. I have to come back to have dinner with my father."

Tsk tsk, rare! Mu Yaonu looked down upon her girl who took the time to please the emperor. But the man just nodded his head seriously, which made Xiao Ronghui smile immediately.

After there were no more sycophants making trouble in the room, Mu Xiyao took Hui Lan and handed him the purple clay pot, and brewed new tea with him after cleaning her hands.

"It has been raining in recent days, and the humidity has increased. I always feel that this tea is not as delicious as before. At the end of the year, someone will send good tea from Zhougong Mountain to the palace, and my concubine will ask someone to move the tea set and come with you. Tasting tea at the pavilion in the middle of the mountain. There is also Wuzha’s Dahongpao, even if you don’t like it very much, it’s okay to change it every now and then..."

In her ears, she whispered softly, softly. Zong Zhenglin lay on his side on the brocade couch, propping his elbow with one hand, his phoenix eyes half closed.

The woman in front of him is bright and delicate, beautiful and beautiful. Porcelain white and delicate skin, moist and tender, no less than fifteen or sixteen girls. The black eyebrows seem to be covered with smoke, and a pair of rippling beautiful eyes are filled with glass. Even if he didn't say a word, just staring at people quietly, but it also contained thousands of words.

What a beauty!

YouQi's eyelids are half drooping at this moment, and the small stand-up collar is smeared with white. Sneaking in to look at his little eyes, in his eyes, his heart felt as if someone had scratched it with a feather, crisp and numb.

This woman is not happy to be alone with him. Tease him again!

Because Mu Xiyao was still keeping a filial piety for Master Mu, a man who had been absent for several months, how could she bear her delicate appearance of being picked by others. The emperor wanted to move his body, so he blamed this untimely anger so that he was a few steps away, and his full attention was on the imperial concubine who will have a good tea next year.

Waiting patiently for her to make tea, just as she came to her with a cup of tea, she was slowly pulled into her arms by the man who had already intended to move.

This look... Mu Xiyao gave him a coquettish look. Mr. Boss is addicted to eating meat, and these days are very difficult.

"Aren't you going to taste it?" Holding up the porcelain bowl with his small hand, he brought it under his eyelids, Zong Zhenglin's eyes flashed, and he just took a sip of tea while holding her wrist.

Tea is also not honest. Uncomfortable being watched by his scorching eyes, Mu Xiyao turned sideways, and was about to withdraw her hand. Unexpectedly, he was clamped by his five fingers, unable to move for half a minute.

The man took the tea bowl from her hand and put it aside, and gently stroked the veins on her wrist with his calloused fingertips. Being watched by him like this, Mu Xiyao's cheeks gradually turned red.

"Like a twenty-eight girl." The man's deep eyes seemed to be drawn into her. Before she could react, he had already leaned over to cover her lips, and the palms around her waist tightened slightly.

"I want Jiaojiao to enter the Lord's palace, what should I do?"

Nakamiya...

Mu Xiyao raised her eyes and stared, the room fell silent for an instant.

Clearly seeing the threatening expression in his eyes, she put her arms around his neck, rubbed her hands indiscriminately, and finally hummed after a while, before softly replying, "I don't want to."

This is considered to be a disobedience to the order.

Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, Zong Zhenglin concealed his disappointment.

"Zhaoling, I will stay with you."

Live in the same acupuncture point, die in the same quilt. In the test of the companion king, it must be her.

"So you refuse to bow to her?"

"Why do you want to bow your head to her?" The arm around him exerted more strength. "A concubine dotes on her offspring much better than her. The Helian family only occupies a status. Now that she is gone, it is not worth being a concubine in front of her memorial tablet every year. When you are alive, you still protect the minister. Concubine, but now come to wrong the concubine again?"

Angrily, he frowned and twisted his body unwillingly. "You don't want to see her, so why force your concubine to kowtow to her."

These words... He held his breath in his chest, and Zong Zhenglin's complexion suddenly darkened. No matter how independent she is, the family temple ceremony cannot be abolished because of her.

"So what if I make an order?" It was obvious that he was angry.

It's been a long time since he attacked her, but now because of Jin Feng's incident, the stinky man is actually furious. Mu Yaonu rolled her eyes, and in a blink of an eye there were already tears in her eyes. With her chin raised, Qiqi Ai stretched her neck. "The concubine is reluctant to part with his head. Are you really going to take it?" Said that he was afraid of losing his life, but still leaned towards him.

The forehead twitched, this was the first time someone dared to resist the order openly. The tip of her nose was itchy from being rubbed against by her furry head, unable to reprimand her, she could only tilt her neck back, allowing her to push her further.

If you can't really take her head, you can only tolerate her bad temper. Zong Zhenglin's eyes sank, he turned over and pressed the noisy girl under his body, pressing against her forehead, his veins popping out of anger.

"You shouldn't let it go!"

Puchi laughed out loud. As soon as Lord Boss said this, Mu Yaonv pushed her nose and her face. "You were petted, no wonder I'm a concubine." The little goblin grinned sweetly as the little hand climbed up to his brow. After hugging him a few times, Zong Zhenglin lost his temper.

"Is it really not rare?"

"Why are dead things rare? Can't the concubine be rare for you?"

Yes, seeing the blood seal the throat, really poked the heart of Emperor Zhongjian'an. Coaxed comfortably by the concubine's shy face, the Lord Long Live pressed her down and kissed his little mouth.

"Zhaoling, don't refuse anymore."

The implication is that both of them are well aware. Knowing that she can no longer disobey him, Mu Yaonu nodded obediently.

She is awkward, but she is not so awkward that she wants to jump around to death.

"Don't be buried."

... Well, the scar forgets the pain. I mentioned this a long time ago, and now that the old matter is brought up again, Zong Zhenglin only wished he could swallow her alive.

Pulling his crown belt, Mu Yaonv defended herself in a low voice. "Afraid of pain and cold."

I've never seen such a wink! When it's time to please him, this woman has a lot of tricks, knowing that she has provoked him, she is not afraid to contradict him everywhere, one after another.

"Long Live Lord, don't be angry. I'm not cursing you. What I mean is that I don't want to walk behind you. Seeing how sad my mother is, I think that if I change myself, I will be very heartbroken."

Breathing stagnantly, the man's pupils trembled. Ben still hugged her in his arms with his hands on her side, his throat rolled, but he never said a word.

Pressing her head against her chest, Zong Zhenglin's eyes were dark and turbulent.

How did you come across such a tormenting thing! It's really a love-hate relationship.

"emperor."

"Um."

The man holding her was having an ups and downs, and his heartbeat was a little fast. However, she saw that the woman had a red face, gave him a shy look, and rubbed her little head against his heart.

"Chen Qie is talking to you seriously." The little hand fiddled with the stiffness on her lower abdomen, quite embarrassed.

The man's back stiffened, and he couldn't hold back his face immediately. "Move again, believe it or not, I'll take care of you!"

To cover up. Mr. Boss became angry from embarrassment.

After obediently waiting for a while, Mu Yaonu's eyes widened. How come that thing didn't see the fire, but became more energetic? Taking another peek at the man who was holding her, Zong Zhenglin closed his eyes, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

Mu Xiyao didn't know, but the fragrance of her body was so familiar that when the emperor smelled it, his mind was full of charming affairs.

"Using internal force, can you press it?"

Zong Zhenglin was even more annoyed. "Shut up." The little goblin's breath hit his chest, and the warmth made him feel erratic.

After restraining himself for a long time and seeing no signs of fading passion, the man frowned, got up and put her on the brocade couch, straightened his robe, and kept a little distance from her. Can't move her yet.

Knowing that Mu Xiyao respects Mu Jingzhen, how could he make things difficult for her at this moment.

The abdominal pain was unbearable, Zong Zhenglin went to the bathroom with a dark face. "Don't follow in."

Suddenly, he was left alone, and Mu Xiyao watched in astonishment as he took off his outer robe and threw it on Jinping, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

For a moment the room was silent. This is not the first time he left her and went to clean the room alone.

His face was a little hot, and it was not difficult to guess what he was doing while avoiding people. Ever since Master Mu passed away, he has been patient all the time, and he didn't even ask her to take care of those tricks in the past. Really thinking about it, it's just a hug and intimacy with her, and then they all leave in a hurry.

It's not that I'm not moved...

It will take about half an hour. He got up and hugged his outer robe and returned to the couch, huddled inside by himself, full of the fragrance of black bamboo. The Boss is not around, but the man's smell still makes her feel at ease.

After taking a bath, Zong Zhenglin had his black hair loose and his chest was wide open, before he walked around the screen, he saw the little thing wearing his brocade robe, but the sable fur and fox fur at his feet was kicked to the corner by her disgust.

The movement of the man tying his belt slowly stopped. When he got to the couch, he leaned over to see her half-faced lotus, her small hands wrapped around his robe, and his five fingers were tightly clasped.

A corner of my heart suddenly sank.

Bowing down to put the fur coat on her knees for her, Emperor Jian'an's eyes were dark, he looked at her for a while, then turned and went outside.

She kept stepping, and her soft voice sounded in her head.

"Afraid of pain and cold."

"If you change yourself, it will be very heartbreaking."

If she is afraid, just protect her more carefully. She was afraid that she would be the one left behind, so he took the responsibility for her.