The Beloved Imperial Consort

"Can you still stand still?" Zong Zhengming looked at the woman who was pounced on her chest and grabbed his skirt, and asked softly.

Mu Xiyao was so embarrassed, thinking about Zong Zhenglin's face behind her, her scalp went numb.

"Still let go?" Zong Zhenglin clasped her left shoulder, his tone obviously bad.

"Leg cramps..." She was so embarrassed at this moment that she couldn't die. Mu Xiyao's face turned red, and her voice was like a mosquito.

Zong Zhenglin stared at the back of her drooping head, nodded to Zong Zhengming, and hugged her horizontally. He said hello, and carried Mu Xiyao to the East Wing.

Mr. Mu and Mrs. Yu were so frightened by Mu Xiyao that their hearts trembled, and now they are all afraid.

"Master, why is this child so frizzy? This is an eight-month-old belly. If there is something good or bad, it will be life-threatening!" As the old saying goes, seven times live and eight times don't, Yu Shi was frightened into a cold sweat. Watching Muda complain that his daughter is too worried.

Although Mu Jingzhen is usually rigid, he dotes on this little daughter very much. He was frightened at first, but now Madam secretly blamed him for being arrogant and not disciplined the girl well. Shaking his head helplessly, this is clearly a habitual fault of women.

Zong Zhengming stood in the pavilion with his hands behind his back and watched the two leave. Go back to the seat to appease the two elders, and say good things for Mu Xiyao.

"My brother and sister also had cramps in their legs and feet and couldn't stand still, no wonder she." The fragrance on the woman's body just now... Zong Zhengming was a little reluctant.

Think of her completely trusting look when she tightened her skirt. It should have been for the sixth child, otherwise she wouldn't be so embarrassed.

Mu Xiting couldn't hear anything, only the back view of His Highness getting up quickly in her mind, and the warmth that never showed in her eyes when she was protecting her. It turned out that all the gentleness on weekdays was nothing but appeasement, not as good as the short moment of tension.

"Why don't you say it's hot?" Zong Zhengming took her right hand and checked the redness and swelling on the back of her hand.

hurt your hand? Mu Xiting looked at the overturned soup bowl on the table, and bowed her head in silence.

It's not hers, but it's used by His Royal Highness next door. It turned out that His Highness rushed out so carelessly at that moment. She doesn't hurt, no matter how painful her hand is, there is no heartache.

Mu Xiyao curled up in Zong Zhenglin's arms, gently rubbing her cheek against his chest acting like a spoiled child.

Grandma, how long will you be angry, boss? Give her time to catch her breath.

Zongzhenglin thought of Zongzhengming's undisguised concern, his eyes were cold. Hit his woman in front of him?

Looking at Mu Xiyao's aggrieved face, she was furious. Does she still feel wronged?

This woman threw herself into another man's arms when she was in a crisis, but she ignored him even though he was by the side. Are you embarrassed to pretend to be pitiful for him?

"Jiaojiao, how do you excuse yourself this time?"

Zongzheng Linfeng looked straight at her, and the danger was clearly discernible.

Mu Xiyao suddenly gained confidence when she thought of the culprit. Changing his aggrieved look just now, he pouted his small mouth, pointed his left index finger on his chest, and bit back.

"Your Highness, your wrench finger is too common. How could there be everyone there? Didn't the concubine mistakenly recognize the person just by catching a glimpse of the wrench? Why don't you change it to a better one, it's too embarrassing."

Zong Zhenglin was caught off guard by her sudden change, and heard her say something to the wrench. That tone was disgusting.

The Sixth Highness couldn't get up or down in one breath, wishing she could get rid of her.

"You don't recognize the wrench?"

Um? Why are there signs of getting more and more angry? Mu Xiyao was confused, and caught his big hand to look carefully.

"Your Highness, why doesn't this concubine recognize it? Isn't it just the thing you wear around every day. If you don't recognize it, can this concubine jump in the wrong direction?"

What kind of shit, does it have to have a name? Mu Xiyao really thought it was for His Highness the Sixth Highness to show off. Men pretend to be serious, especially those with high positions and weights, don’t they always love to caress and play with, which seems unique?

This woman is really... Zong Zhenglin didn't know how to teach her a lesson. Said she was careless, but she still remembered the finger wrench. Said she was careful, but she never noticed that the finger was not owned by him alone.

Thinking of it this way, His Highness the Sixth Highness suddenly felt strange. Is it necessary to reward her for never paying attention to other men? Really wronged her?

He leaned over and saw her staring at him, he was unconvinced, Zong Zhenglin patted her head.

"This is the seal of the prince." Zong Zhenglin explained.

seal? What kind of printing method? Mu Xiyao took his finger and fiddled with it vigorously.

"Now it's just a sign. Wei Shi 417 years ago, there was a slight protrusion on the front of the finger, which can be used as a seal."

Oh, I have learned a lot. Mu Xiyao nodded, and was puzzled again, "All the princes have it?" Why didn't you notice it before?

"Of course. Wearing finger rings is a royal rule, regardless of left or right."

"That's not going to happen. I didn't pay attention to this possible matter." Mu Xiyao reasoned. Not sure which hand to wear, let alone her head.

"Is it because the hall informed me too late?" Zong Zhenglin put her on the bed, copied her with both hands, and stood by the bed and leaned over to look at her.

Proud! Mu Xiyao pouted. When the boss ignores it, the privilege prevails.

"Your Highness." Mu Xiyao called softly, reaching out to hug her. Want a humanoid pillow, want to cool down naturally...

Master Mu sat with His Highness the Fifth Highness for a long time. Seeing that the person who said to go back just now disappeared, the two knew that there should be no turning back.

"Since the sixth brother has other important matters, this hall will go ahead first. There is no need to send more gifts, Mr. Mu. If there is time, this hall will accompany concubine Shu to come and walk more."

Mu Xiting bid farewell to Aunt Wu, helped Zongzheng Mingshou, and boarded the carriage.

The carriage moved forward slowly, and Mu Xiting focused on the soft side face of His Highness the Fifth Highness, and felt that the carriage was also brightened. It would be great if it was always so peaceful and peaceful.

"Why are you looking at the hall like this?"

Mu Xiting was caught straight by him, her face was blushing, and she said, "Your Highness looks good, my concubine is fascinated by it."

Zong Zhengming lay on his side on the cool couch, showing his face gently, "As expected of a sister. Your sister also praised her." But Mu Xiyao blocked him with words. Thinking of her preemptive attack, Zong Zhengming smiled and shook his head. Why did you ever blame her?

Mu Xiting felt cold in an instant. "Your Highness and sister knew each other before?"

According to the woman, His Highness had long thought of Mu Xiyao.

Zong Zhengming seemed to recall, familiar? I'm afraid she never thought so.

"Not really. The first time I saw your sister was at the entrance of the perfumery, and I happened to bump into a startled horse. After that, she came to the door to thank you."

Mu Xiting's heart tightened, did she miss it so long ago? At that time they were just show girls.

show girl? Mu Xiting suddenly remembered that the fifth prince concubine was warm to her at first, and she called her sister Mu very close. Later, for some reason, he suddenly changed his attitude, and he was abnormally indifferent. There are also occasional gossips from the prince and concubine, saying that His Highness is quite interested in her, and deliberately carried the concubine into the mansion.

His Highness had never met her before the draft, so why did he treat her so generously? Mu Xiting remembered the phrase "thank you at the door", and her face turned pale for a while. What if, what if it's the wrong person?

The long-standing confusion was suddenly resolved, and Mu Xiting was in a panic. She was so humble that she even snatched a substitute?