Chapter 168 (1/2)
”Master Yao, you are here at a good time. Your highness just told me to invite someone.” Tian Fushan's face is relieved and Mu Xiyao is amused. This guy treats her like a magic star and never walks around her unless it's necessary. The chief manager of culture is not as good as the commander of Wei. Just a few times to give him trouble, on the heart creeping, walk around the road.
”That's very kind of you. I'm just going in like this? Don't you have to be a big deal
Tian Fushan was about to leave, and was teased by Mu Xiyao. He complained bitterly, ”master, you are free and at will.” When was the Yao master's son coming into the house after being informed by people, this one always rushed in and reported to his family, and went there for a stop, which means that she had arrived.
Mu Xiyao let him quit with a smile and went into the room by himself, leaving mother Zhao and Mulan waiting outside.
Shi Shi ran turned to insert the screen, inside the people did not see, only feel a black in front of her, was waiting for her for a long time Zong Zhenglin in the arms.
”Take away your damn feather fan.” Zong Zhenglin's handsome face is magnified in front of Mu Xiyao, and the fire light is faintly visible in the Phoenix eyes.
”Didn't your highness send my concubine back for fun?” Mu Xiyao pouts, unwilling to put the feather fan on the Babao Pavilion. She is wronged and looks at Zong Zhenglin. Her eyes are magnificent and charming.
Even more, she was blocked by political opinions. You should know that one day this woman will be in front of such people and enjoy themselves like this. The fan should be destroyed immediately and will not be sent to this riotous woman.
”Not yet.” Since seeing this dress, Zong Zhenglin's spirit has not been smooth. Even if he had only seen Mu Xiyao's upper body, Zong Zhenglin could have foreseen that the color of this style and Mu Xiyao would be extremely matched, but it would also highlight her exquisite figure and white jade skin color.
Zong Zhenglin still can't forget that Mu Xiyao once wore a small dress, which looks like this one today. At that night, Mu Xiyao captured his mind like a goblin. The jade of the white female body was on top of it, which had a strong impact on his blood. Even he lost his self-control.
How could Zong Zhenglin be willing to let others see such a charming little woman. However, Mu Xiyao's stubborn temper is still as she wishes.
”Jiaojiao is determined to be angry with this hall, but now she is satisfied? Still don't understand clothes, changed a suit? ” Zong Zhenglin embraces the person to go inside, Mou son a drop, then catch a glimpse of Mu Xiyao's high and upright chest, chest and abdomen do not feel some palpitation. Looking away calmly, Zong Zhenglin took a reclining chair and sat down with a volume of books to avoid Mu Xiyao's embarrassment of undressing.
The man on the opposite side sat comfortably, and could not be more serious. Mu Xiyao hesitated and did not know whether to invite someone out. The boss was well-dressed, which made her flinch.
”Don't Jiaojiao feel lonely when dressing alone? Will this temple be with you? ” Zong Zhenglin was considerate and considerate for her. As long as today's dress is changed, there will be no chance to wear her again.
Obviously, he is holding a book in his hand. How can he speak so plainly? Mu Xiyao stares at the past, only to see the man maintain a proper look, put on a pose and turn the pages of the book.
Boss, are you fascinated with my words? Mu Xiyao secretly teases. Some people read the story from the middle, and look as serious as looking at military affairs?
Mu Xiyao's eyes wander around, and then look at the past where there is a little shy embarrassment. Eyes are full of clear calculation, eyebrows between suddenly shine.
I see. She is not the only one in distress. The man who took the initiative to leave a little farther away and didn't put down his disguise now actually had a ghost in his heart.
Boss has a lustful heart, but he can't do anything about her at this point. He can only scare people with words. Mu Xiyao, who wants to understand, is happy in her heart and changes her temperament. In the twinkling of an eye, she is a demon in the Fangcai hall that makes people lose their spirits.
”Your Highness, where do you want me to change my clothes?” Mu Xiyao babble red lips, hands slowly feel on the neckline, thumb press button, slowly play circle.
Zong Zhenglin lowered his eyelids and covered his eyes. His eyes were gradually dark. He did not put his mind on the book. Now he was attracted by Mu Xiyao's sudden change.
”The stools behind.”
Mu Xiyao's head tilts to the left, and he sees a long dress of Su embroidery in the color of Xiangfei. Well, the man had a premeditation, waiting for her to come over and clean up again. How did you become an emperor in your last life?
”Thank you, your highness, for your thoughtfulness.” Mu Xiyao's thumb and index finger are gently interlaced, the top clasp has been untied, the small stand collar is scattered to both sides, and the white jade skin on the slender neck is particularly striking against the background of a piece of black.
Zong Zhenglin changed his posture at will and leaned back on the rocking chair, but the rest of the light could not help but linger on Mu Xiyao.
Beauty is more beautiful than that in Caidian. A person is unscrupulous, and his whole body exudes evil spirit. If there is no provocative action on his hands, he will become a flower demon who entangles men.
From time to time, she unbuttoned her chest and left her face slightly.Mu Xiyao is slow and gentle. Her snow-white catkin caresses her chest carelessly. She only hears that Zong Zhenglin's breath suddenly increases a little, and the corners of her mouth gradually show a smile.
Your highness, you are far worse than the rumor
Mu Xiyao lingered so slowly. The demon Mei Mei slowly slipped her shoulders and skirts in front of Zong Zhenglin. Suddenly, half of her bright, delicate and round arms were exposed. Her only pocket was tied around her neck, which made people want to tear it off and find out the truth.