Chapter 15 (1/2)

Zong Zhenglin watched in situ for a long time, but he could not help coming near. Wei Zhen saw this and quickly sent the servants around him. He only stood outside the pavilion, so as not to disturb his royal highness.

Zong Zhenglin's step is very light, but mu Xiyao's senses are better. Slowly open his eyes, but see the man standing in front of the body, staring down at himself.

Before returning to God, he was picked up by Zong Zhenglin. The man did not hurry to find a posture, stretched his legs, sat down. Put her on her side on her leg, lean against his chest, just hold her quietly, put her chin on the top of Mu Xiyao's head, and gently rub her.

Mu Xiyao is shocked. What is this divine unfolding?

Have a rest for a while, wear again? How about her people? How can no one pass on? What's more, this is Zong Zhenglin, his highness? Mu Xiyao completely believes that this man is wearing!

Would she like to try it out? Or the villagers? Another thought, not in a hurry. It's very important. I went to the government later and had time to try slowly. Now I don't want to understand many things. I can't act rashly.

Girl, you are really thinking too much ～～～

you are still thinking about it, but you listen to the mellow voice of the man on top of your head: ”what are you doing?”

Mu Xiyao remembered that she had not saluted and struggled to get up.

”Don't move. Just wait.” Zong Zhenglin's voice was heavy, and his hands around Mu Xiyao's waist were motionless.

Mu Xiyao gradually relaxed and said in a soft voice, ”Your Highness.”

”Well.”

”Why is your highness here?” In fact, what she wants to ask is, what are you doing here?

”By the way.” Mu Xiyao has lost her temper. Which way can she go to the mountains?

Silence for a moment, or Zong Zhenglin first said: ”why Xiyao?”

”Well?”

”Why is your name Xiyao?”

”It's in Zhitian in the morning and yaochi in the evening.”

”Well.” Zong Zhenglin rubbed her head with his chin, then went down, and simply put his head on the shoulder beside her neck.

”It's delicious.”

Mu Xiyao is really petrified this time. This is molestation, isn't it? The body was also slightly stiff.

Zong Zhenglin felt some resistance from the woman in his arms, so he gently stroked her back with one hand.

Mu Xiyao understood that he was trying to smooth his hair

”Has your highness ever had a pet?”

”No. But when I was a child, there was a little Jing dog in the palace of the imperial concubine, who once teased him for a while The tone is a little regretful.

Sure enough.