Chapter 109 (1/2)

In the evening, the crown prince and Zong Zhenglin sit at the East head of the banquet, one respect and one host. On the face of getting along well with each other, who doesn't know in private. This scene of brother and sister Gong is just a play, just to send the case of emperor Cheng of Yuan Dynasty better.

The crown prince, who is in the uniform of Ming and Huang Dynasty, is superior to others all over the body. He does not leave a few words without admonition. It seems that he has given more photos to the present brothers and gives advice everywhere.

Zong Zhenglin, who was always in uniform, described his indifference and took care of drinking. The prince never forgets to knock, and the position of Prince is beyond the imagination of others. The crown prince clearly filters. What does he want to do? His highness Fengmu swept his left finger. The prince will change his name one day.

Zong Zhengming leaned on his back and drank the golden cup.

The news from Mu Xiyao is too important. In a few days, Emperor Cheng of the Yuan Dynasty will promulgate the figure of the man in the octagonal pavilion.

Six Royal Highness stopped to call people Mu Xiting, leaning against the craggy rocks, copying hands to watch her rarely see wanton flying.

Mu Xiyao usually publicizes not a few, but all of them are fighting with others and forced by the situation. Now the joy is different. It's her nature, her true inner.

Looking at such a simple and happy woman, however, the song, Zong Zhenglin Fengmu deep. If it wasn't for the talent show, Mu Xiyao would be very disgusted with the intrigue, conspiracy and deceitful life of the harem. It was extremely difficult for her to go into the house to serve her willingly. According to her present appearance, this woman's yearning for leisure life is no doubt.

But what about that? Since he chose to swim against the current, the women beside him naturally wanted to join hands to urge the boat. Holding her in the hand, there is no reason to let go. Even if kill her nature, Zong Zhenglin is not afraid.

When the song is finished, Zong Zhengming slowly stops. When he turns around, he sees standing behind Mu Xiyao, wearing a long robe of daiqing, and his eyes are fixed on Zong Zhenglin on her.

Looking at Mu Xiyao, she doesn't know what to do. She claps her hands and starts to tease her heart.

”Nice to hear?”

”The sound lingers.”

Zong Zhengming stepped down the steps and stood in front of her. The woman sat on a low stone mound, only to his chest.

Raise your hand over her shoulder and take down the petals of Lagerstroemia indica.

Mu Xiyao is surprised that he suddenly came close to the move, a look at the other party's hands in the hands of the peach petals. A little head up, sure enough, the top crape myrtle pistil, open is Yan.

Mu Xiyao sighed and regretted. ”Your Highness has disturbed my concubine

”Oh? Why? ” Zong Zhengming Yu Guang glimpses Zong Zhenglin's face and laughs secretly. Later on, the woman who looks like a model will suffer again.

”Well, that's right. ”Crape myrtle gives you love, and you'll smell after your clothes.”

Zong Zhengming was very happy and looked at her with a meaningful smile.

”I don't know if crape myrtle leaves fragrance on her clothes. What this hall knows is that the six princes smell the fragrance and stand behind the side concubine. ”