The Beloved Imperial Consort

Mo Lan helped Mu Xiyao eat a nourishing medicinal meal, and gently helped her to lie down. Seeing the woman's sharpened chin, Mo Lan felt distressed.

"Miss," hesitated for a while, but still couldn't hold back, "Your Highness, he..."

"What's the matter? Just say it straight." Mu Xiyao just felt tired. She stayed up late for so many days and didn't eat well. Her body, which had taken the elixir, couldn't bear it anymore.

"Since that day, Your Highness has not asked any more questions. Today, he went out again."

"Yeah, I got it." As soon as the words fell, he fell asleep.

Mo Lan watched her master fall asleep, so she had to quietly stand aside. The master has been in the mansion for two months, and His Highness has always pampered and protected her. I have never been to the other women in the backyard, and it is extremely rare to treat the master like this, let alone your Highness, even the husband of an ordinary family.

His Highness lost his temper this time, and the master has not been here for a few days. I don't want the master to still sleep soundly, still holding such wisdom pearls, so calm and terribly calm.

Mo Lan faintly felt that the master seemed to be... unable to think deeply about His Highness, and she was afraid that if she thought too clearly, she would feel fear in advance.

After another two days, Mu Xiyao finally no longer felt weak, and her spirit was back to normal. Except for a little emaciation, everything is intact.

After walking around the yard twice, Mu Xiyao turned her head and asked Mo Lan, "Where are the things I made, have you picked them up properly?"

Mo Lan nodded, "I'll hand it to Hui Lan when I return home, but Miss wants to see it now?"

"Watch it later, call Ye Kai for me."

Ye Kai was summoned, and went to the inner courtyard to report with a bitter face. After taking the rice paper that Mu Xiyao handed over, a bunch of things were densely written on it, so I had to run errands bitterly.

Zong Zhenglin deliberately went out early and returned late these days, just to keep that woman who was becoming more and more presumptuous for a few days. It was just too much nonsense. Not only did he go out to sleep out without authorization, but he also made himself weak and fainted. She was too conniving before, which made her feel a little helpless, but now she is thinking about her mistakes by taking advantage of her illness.

Looking at the daily life recorded by the dark guard, the woman was honest in recuperating from her illness, but she didn't have the slightest intention of coming to plead guilty. Zong Zhenglin narrowed his phoenix eyes, who is used to this stubborn temper? After all, I was worried about her, so I planned to go see her again at night while she was asleep.

With her eyes blindfolded, Mu Xiyao held a corner of the man's sleeve with her small hand. By candlelight, she looked at the figure standing beside the bed, and said hoarsely, "Your Highness."

Zong Zhenglin had visited Mu Xiyao, and saw that her face was bloody, and she was about to leave, but when she didn't want to, her sleeves were ripped off. The body froze, neither turning around nor answering.

"Your Highness." The woman called again, with a slightly clearer voice.

The robe was pulled a few times, Zong Zhenglin turned around slowly, and looked at her expression, he should have recovered. The man had deep phoenix eyes and a solemn expression, he just stood there quietly without saying a word.

"Your Highness," Mu Xiyao looked at his handsome face, sat up slowly, not afraid of his aura, stretched her arms around Zong Zhenglin's waist, rubbed her head intimately on her body, and said in a muffled voice, "Concubine Miss you."

Zong Zhenglin stood in a trance for a while, then sat down slowly. Let her hug her waist, her tone was harsher than Mu Xiyao had ever heard before. "Sleep out without authorization, and take care of yourself like this ghost?"

Mu Xiyao knew that he was so angry this time, she immediately raised her head timidly, with tears in her eyes, her voice choked up. "My concubine just wanted to finish it as soon as possible, so I was so busy that I forgot." She continued to slip into Zong Zhenglin's arms, saying that she felt aggrieved, and her small body was still trembling.

Zong Zhenglin was silent for a moment, raised her small face with one hand, with deep black eyes, and sternly warned, "There will be no next time." His tone was sharp and his attitude was tough.

"Yes." Mu Xiyao agreed in a low voice, and then boldly looked at him with glances. Seeing that his expression was relaxed, he squeezed into the man's arms and hugged him again.

Mu Xiyao cursed secretly in a place where Zong Zhenglin couldn't see, the stinky man was putting on airs, so stingy. But it's useless to have to please him now.

After adjusting her mentality, Mu Xiyao's black eyes shone brightly. Thinking of something again, she turned sideways, groped around the pillow with her small hands, and then took out a delicate purple-brown carved nanmu box and handed it to Zong Zhenglin.

Zong Zhenglin looked at her slightly shy expression, first took a close look at her handwriting and fine brushwork on the wooden box, and then slowly opened the box lid.

On the apricot white soft satin base, a whole black gold ring is strung on the necklace of the same texture. The ring is made of black gold poured zhicao flower petals, and the patterns of all the petals on it are clearly visible, as if the flowers are lifelike. The necklace is in the shape of zhicao flowers and vines, which is extremely exquisite, and every detail is as if made by nature.

"My concubine coated the petals and vines of Zhicao with a layer of black gold, completely sealed their fresh posture, and never deliberately modified it." Mu Xiyao explained in detail, and her sweet and delicate voice rang in Zong Zhenglin's ear .

"In this way, 'Xiyao''s 'zhicao' will never wither. Your Highness, do you still like it?" Mu Xiyao looked anxiously into Zong Zhenglin's eyes.

Zong Zhenglin's dark phoenix eyes were filled with undercurrents, but his expression remained unchanged. After untying the necklace, Zong Zhenglin peeled off his collar, took Mu Xiyao's little hand, and motioned to put it on for him.

Mu Xiyao took the necklace, her hands trembling a little, facing Zong Zhenglin's deep gaze, she put her hands together on the back of his neck, her face was close to the skin on the side of his neck, her hot breath was sprayed on it, her body was also tight. Close to one place.

They haven't seen each other for a few days, and the two of them can't help themselves.

Zong Zhenglin hugged her and slowly removed her clothes...

That night, Zong Zhenglin pressed her on the soft chair, table, and dressing table to have a frantic joy/good, and finally dispelled the loneliness and irritable anger of the past few days of being alone. Holding this woman tightly, enriching each other again and again, Zong Zhenglin vented all his desires in her body, and still refused to withdraw even half of it, just clinging tightly together for the whole night.

The next morning, His Highness Zong Zhenglin was absent from the morning exercise for the second time, and Yu Weizhen was alone in the courtyard sighing. But in my heart I was extremely happy, the difficult days were finally over, and I no longer had to look at His Highness's gloomy handsome face, it was so embarrassing.

In the next few days, the Fifth Dynasty received a letter from Qianshan, and will stay in Huizhou for one month. Your Highness, please go first. Zong Zhenglin agreed, and took Mu Xiyao to spend the last time traveling around all the gardens and gardens outside the garden, and even went to several private flower houses. Mu Xiyao was extremely excited, with a satisfied smile on her face every day, and her little face became more and more beautiful.

His Highness the Sixth Highness walked around with the beauty during the day, so it was a lot of enjoyment at night. The two had sex every night, Zong Zhenglin had all kinds of tricks, he just wanted to crush Mu Xiyao, so that she wouldn't dare to leave him and act recklessly.

On the last day of October, everyone packed their bags and set off for Beijing.