The Beloved Imperial Consort

As soon as Zong Zhenglin arrived at the main room of Danruo Garden, he was accused by Mo Lan and led to the Nuan Pavilion of the side hall.

He pushed the door open with a wave of his hand, and the two waist-high red candlesticks were dimly lit. There is a soft sofa and a few tables above, and a stove for cooking wine.

Mo Lan cleaned her hands after serving, and then she left silently. Yu Zongzhenglin was the only one lying on the couch on his side, holding a lamp in his left hand, and just tasted it.

The man stretches his long legs and looks at his shadow with patience.

In the quiet hall, there was an extremely sudden drumbeat, which was intense and vivid.

Zongzheng Lin's phoenix eyes were shining brightly, until a shocking figure was reflected in it, then his pupils suddenly shrank, and his heartbeat stopped.

The woman in front was wrapped in a golden dance dress, stepping on a very bright rhythm, like the first ray of morning light in the darkness, just jumped out like this, shining brightly.

The upper body has a narrow sequined tube top, the waist is bare, and the belly button is decorated with a beaded chain belt with bell embellishments. The lower body is a gauze skirt with high slits that stretches the floor, and her jade legs are straight and faintly visible. The jade feet that are occasionally exposed are crystal clear, and the strings of bells on the white ankles are jingling.

Zong Zhenglin looked at the woman's unusually hot attire, his eyes were like fire, fixed on her flirtatious face that was faintly visible behind the silk chain covering her face.

Mu Xiyao's beautiful eyes under the black eyeliner are breathtaking, and her bright red lips are so charming that they arouse the bloodthirsty wildness of men.

The little girl stepped on her bare feet, accompanied by the ringing of the bell, the music suddenly started.

With a slender waist, hips twisted and hips lifted, the dance is enthusiastic and unrestrained.

The unrestrained and free soul of the dancers is like a flying bird welcoming the storm, like a fearless burning flame, like a free-running stream.

This is Mu Xiyao that Zong Zhenglin has never seen before. Dazzling and dazzling. Like a bright pearl, unscrupulous, blooming brilliance. This kind of woman is the real Mu Xiyao, who is so proud and unrestrained, and so confident that she can't be talked about.

The woman is charming at times, provocative at other times, the icy skin under the gauze skirt appears and disappears, and the winking eyes are blurred while dancing, touching the heartstrings.

Zong Zhenglin looked at the vivid figure in front of him, watching her swaying with forgetfulness, seeing her vividly.

If he can't conquer such unparalleled Mu Xiyao in this life, Zong Zhenglin will definitely not be willing.

The man tossed the wine glass and sat up suddenly. The phoenix's eyes are full of brilliance, shining like stars.

"Jiaojiao, come here." The male voice was deep and bewitching.

Mu Xiyao's eyes were half-opened, her waist twisted, and she wound up like a water snake.

It's been a long time since she danced face-to-face, Mu Xiyao went crazy today.

Zong Zhenglin was burned all over by her unrestrained caressing and caressing, and he couldn't bear the rare initiative of a woman to cling, so he just restrained himself from sitting upright, to see what tricks she could play.

Mu Xiyao danced happily, not seeing Zong Zhenglin's magnanimity, the loosely tied gauze skirt fell off in an instant, leaving only a small piece of fabric on her waist.

Zong Zhenglin was so stimulated by Mu Xiyao's astonishing hotness that he couldn't sit still, his breathing became disordered, and he stretched out his hand to grab someone.

"Your Highness," Mu Xiyao said coquettishly, dodging away. To add fuel to the flames, the slender fingers brushed against his ear, and the man's Adam's apple rolled, and his five fingers clenched tightly.

"Where did you learn it, so unrestrained?" He scolded her fiercely, but his movements of grabbing her were not slow.

When Mu Xiyao saw the man desperately wanting face, she hooked up with a demon, "Your Highness~~, isn't it beautiful?"

"Wandering"? The smelly man has a kind of don't move.

beautiful! It's so damn beautiful that he's bewildered.

"Jiaojiao, don't make trouble anymore, I can't bear it anymore." Zong Zhenglin's face was flushed, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Mu Xiyao was really sad to see him and finally gave in, which made Zong Zhenglin come back to life after seeing nectar for a long time.

"Jiaojiao, if you beg for mercy today, this palace will never let you go."

The little girl is naturally charming and understands him very well, so she doesn't blame him for falling into her hands.

Accompanied by such warm and fragrant soft jade, if Zong Zhenglin was not usually restrained and sympathetic, how could she boss her around? I'm afraid I won't be able to get up the next day.

Mu Xiyao was so loved by Zong Zhenglin unprecedentedly, she sobbed in fright, shy and coquettish.

For a moment, Dun Lun, a man and a woman in the Snapper, was agitated and turbulent for a long time.

Mo Lan and her little maid stayed outside for most of the night before hearing that His Highness asked for water. I thought that the masters would rest in the warm pavilion, but they didn't expect that after a long while, the coquettish cries would start again. He hurriedly took people away and waited for the summons.

"Your Highness~~, I don't want it anymore." Mu Xiyao couldn't finish her sentence, she lay under Zong Zhenglin's body, limp into mud.

"No?" Zong Zhenglin was so determined to deal with her today, how could he listen to Wu Nong's soft words. "Jiaojiao is extremely rebellious, on the day when she was carrying a concubine for the palace, did you ever say no?"

Mu Xiyao might as well turn over the old account at this juncture, and become angry from embarrassment, so she can only plead guilty, swear, and dare not.

"The remaining few cases, if Jiaojiao is willing to accept this, after today, I will not pursue it." Zong Zhenglin leaned over and whispered in Mu Xiyao's ear for a moment, and saw the woman's face flushed, and said angrily, "Shameless!"

Zongzheng Lin's phoenix eyes slightly closed, and he smiled maliciously, "One more thing." After hugging Mu Xiyao, he was about to walk towards the window.

Mu Xiyao sensed the man's intentions, trembling with fright, hugged him tightly, exclaiming repeatedly, "It's a yes, it's a yes."

Zong Zhenglin then turned a corner and led him back into the tent.

When Mu Xiyao saw the man's back-and-forth, his breath was unstable, she was ashamed and angrily accused, "The concubine has already accepted, how can your highness be dishonest?"

Zong Zhenglin was being served happily by Mu Xiyao, and he reminded him with a good temper, "This hall promises not to pursue it after today, but now it will be punished separately." As he spoke, he led her into another sinking.

It was just dawn, and Zong Zhenglin fell asleep with Mu Xiyao, who had been groomed, with his arms around her.

Mo Lan and the others tried their best, and finally waited until Mother Zhao took Hui Lan on duty, and then went back to the room in a daze to rest.

It's just that I still worry in my heart, if His Highness is so energetic, can the master handle it?

Concubine Mu, who was missed by everyone, was having a nightmare at this moment.

In the dream, the big demon king chased her and made her run around. In the end, the demon king was so fierce that he captured her and suppressed her under Wuzhi Mountain for eight hundred years...

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(The following is a revision to make up the number of words, please forgive me. It has nothing to do with this article, please skip it and don’t read it.)

Yu Wei felt as if she was about to be torn apart, her whole body ached. Her mind was particularly chaotic, as if two consciousnesses were colliding fiercely, without any concern that her master would collapse at any time.

Finally overcoming the heart-piercing pain, Yu Wei slowly opened her eyes while lying on the bed.

Surrounded by rooms decorated in light blue, there was no one in the room except her. Not far away, on the white dressing table, there is a pot of pink and purple carnations, which are blooming just right.

This is not a place she is familiar with, but another Yu Wei's dormitory.

She was originally a second-rate singer. She had worked in the entertainment industry for more than ten years, and she had only released two albums with a total sales of less than 30,000. Or because of the opportunity to be taken care of by someone next to a rich second generation.

Afterwards, he took on a few movies in a mediocre manner, but they were all just inconspicuous supporting roles. He was suppressed by others all his life, and there was no hope of becoming famous at all.

Her family background is only moderate, her parents are both university lecturers, and there is an older brother on top.

Yu Wei's aptitude is only average, no matter how hard she tries, she can't catch up with her outstanding elder brother. The two siblings are often compared by teachers and parents, which made her very rebellious when she grew up, eager to break free from her parents' discipline and do what she likes.

So after the college entrance examination, Yu Wei applied for an art university without permission, and her father was so angry that she immediately kicked her out of the house. According to her father, the Yu family has been a scholarly family for generations, and there is no such a disobedient and self-willed daughter as her.

So Yu Wei left home for more than ten years by going to school in other places, and never went back. I usually make phone calls and say hello twice.

She also often misses home alone during the holidays, but unfortunately, thinking of her shameful situation, Yu Wei has no courage to mention the word "go home".

She was afraid that she would embarrass her parents when she went home, she was afraid that she would be ashamed to face her elder brother when she went home, and she was even more afraid that she would not have the courage to stick to her ideals after returning home.

She has suffered, been tired, and cried in these years. But the obsession with liking singing and acting has always been unwilling to give up everything she has worked so hard for during the most precious ten years of a woman.

It wasn't until the final audition that she passed by the protagonist again, that she cried bitterly after getting drunk in a rented house, and when she woke up, she was already another Yu Wei.