Chapter 201 (1/2)
”Madame.” Since he took Chengqing back to his house, the boy finally stuck with Mu Xiyao, who usually falls behind Zong Zhenglin.
”Brother, hungry.” Then he sent his finger to Chengyou.
Oh, Hello, you little fool. Don't say your brother has just finished eating with his father. He's not hungry. Even if you are hungry, you don't have to put yourself on top.
”Chengqing darling, my brother is still young, not hungry.” Mu Xiyao has always been lazy, giving baozi explanations is always simple. Stop him quickly, hold people in his arms, and tease him to tell stories.
Chengqing looks back at Chengyou, who is puffing bubbles with her eyes open. After frowning for a long time, she finally can't resist the temptation and lies quietly in Mu Xiyao's arms.
Small steamed buns are small and big people, but they are very happy with Chengyou. Since I went back to my house, I found this new ”playboy” and quarreled less and less when I went to the yard to play wild. It's OK to look on the cradle on tiptoe and give Mu Xiyao a pass from time to time, ”younger brother ugly”, ”younger brother shy”, ”younger brother lazy”. All kinds of patterns emerge one after another, making Mu Xiyao too busy.
When Zong Zhenglin came into the room, Mu Xiyao was dry and his voice was burning.
”Dad.” When he met Zong Zhenglin, he was as happy as ever. Zong Zhenglin took over the man with his long arm. Before he could speak with Mu Xiyao, he heard his son shout, ”Niang, dad is big. Hungry, feed grandma. ”
Mu Xiyao was in great distress. This ghost spirit spirit, by analogy, doesn't it look like this?
”Is that how Jiaojiao teaches the son of the house?” Zong Zhenglin looked at the little woman's face turning red and gave her a deep look.
Mu Xiyao was made fun of in front of her face. She grabbed Chengqing and sent away the troublemaker in her arms. Looking back at Zong Zhenglin, he is already a beautiful smile.
”Your Highness, tea.” On top of Zong Zhenglin's favorite Junshan Maofeng, you can't stop the man's mouth.
Sure enough, his highness was always serious when he used tea, and he didn't laugh with others.
When Zong Zhenglin finishes drinking this cup, it is the past to make fun of Mu Xiyao.
After dinner, he gargles with Mu Xiyao. Zong Zhenglin suddenly says a word to make the room quiet.
”Yang Guokang died suddenly. Three days later, the funeral will take place. ”
Mu Xiyao stares at her eyes and blinks without blinking. Yang Guokang is dead? Is it not necessary to mourn after three days? The emperor's son-in-law of the great Wei Dynasty ended in such a sloppy way, which was unprecedented in history.
”Can you find out why?” If you want to say that this person's good fortune suddenly disappeared, who believes it? Before Zong Zhengying also secretly sent people everywhere to seek medical advice, Yang Guokang is to let a girl have the body. It's not believable to say that such a fierce and vigorous man died suddenly. Smart people just watch the farce and wait for the truth to surface.
Zong Zhenglin retreated from the people around him, stroked the finger and said it without any taboo. ”To the outside world, it's the wind cold and high fever, but in fact He died of ejaculation. ”
Mu Xiyao a pair of eyes will certainly look at him, mouth half open, full of shock. How to die The glory of the past and the present.
He coughed twice, cleared his throat, and pressed his face to gloat. Mu Xiyao rubbed close to Zong Zhenglin's body and held him in his arms. ”Zong Zhengying was so anxious that he jumped over the wall in a hurry?” The woman made a big fight with Yang Guokang by beating the pregnant girl to bed with miscarriage. At that time, it was in front of the Empress Dowager. Unfortunately, she didn't catch up with the excitement in her little month.
Knock on her forehead son, Zong Zhenglin side in the arms.