Chapter 251 (1/2)

After returning to the mansion, Mu Xiyao summoned Ruolan's sister Qingya to come to her. She ordered her to go on her errand and rewarded her with a lot of silver and five brocades as a reward for her hard work in the past few years. Before that, I'll give you ten cents of silver.

However, this woman is so generous, but also because of the six Royal Highness from the sweet. Zong Zhenglin heard Xian Zhiyi's meaning and said ”promising” with a sneer. His face was disdainful, but his hand was unambiguous. Happy Mu Xiyao holding a big red envelope, heart straight happy.

Green bud got the master's reward and learned that he was arranged to be an aunt in the small master's house. Where would he be reluctant? Busy should be under, is also a smart girl.

The next morning, Zong Zhenglin was practicing his gun in the yard. Wei Zhen was eager to see him and sent a report to him.

”Your Highness, the men who were locked up in the dungeon, Yan took the boat to search the places where the servants' room and the house were connected. Only the sign with such inscriptions was found, and there was no clue beside it. I've been looking for a lot of people who have seen it, but they can't tell the texture. It seems that it's not the craftsmanship of the great Wei. ”

Zong Zhenglin gently caresses Wei Zhen's square inch brand, which is dark like a piece of pottery. His eyes are cold and penetrating.

The object in his hand is as black as paint, as bright as a mirror; as thin as paper, as hard as porcelain. Indeed, it was not owned by the great Wei Dynasty, but the black pottery made by the royal family of the two Jin Dynasties.

The man who predestined the life of Mu Xiyao was deeply involved in the royal family of the two Jin Dynasties? Zong Zhenglin's eyes were sinister, and his tassels trembled and clanged.

”Your Highness.” Mu Xiyao, with her hair in a loose bun, her hair around her neck and her fur collar in her small hand, appeared at the door in such a daze that she did not step out of the threshold. Originally, Jian Mou, like autumn water, is still in a trance. His voice attracted Zong Zhenglin to look back.

”Why is your highness angry in the early morning

In the account, I heard someone talking outside, as if mentioning ”dungeon” and ”custody”. Although Mu Xiyao people were not fully awake, they instinctively felt that it had something to do with her. Impatient to wait on him, he casually put on warm clothes and embroidered shoes to inquire outside the door. However, when he arrived at the door, he saw that Zong Zhenglin had a bad face, as if he was angry.

Wei Zhen dropped his head and retired quietly. Your Highness has always been lenient. He didn't have that grace, so he had better know better and leave earlier.

”If you dress like this, you won't be afraid to catch cold.” When Zong Zhenglin saw her figure, he restrained his temper a little, and threw his tassel gun. However, he was impartial, and it just stood on the military platform in a corner of the yard.

”Good Kung Fu.” Mu Xiyao's eyes suddenly brightened. She stretched her neck and stepped on her feet to look at the end of the quivering spear. When she looked at Zong Zhenglin, her eyes were full of wonder.

Zong Zhenglin's eyes were displeased when he held people in his arms across his cloak. ”Next time you come out, let me know in advance.” The common way is not Kung Fu. The six princes practice martial arts, and all of them are killing and killing moves.

Look at her pink face, tender white, tender and adorable, with a soft voice. Zong Zhenglin didn't like Mu Xiyao to be seen like this.

He was used to such small things, Mu Xiyao obediently promised. No two steps have been taken. Before the business can be exported, new tricks are coming out again.

”Your Highness, the wind is falling and it's cold. Come in with your arms. ” He reached out and tugged at his robe, and the man was already writhing.

When I got out of bed, I hastily swab my shoes and forgot to put on my cotton socks. It's no wonder you feel chilly under your feet

Holding Zong Zhenglin's arm, Mu Xiyao dropped her head and kicked her embroidered shoes, and her round and smooth toes poked out her head. The five fingers curled up slightly, as if with shame. She didn't mean to take Joe.

Zong Zhenglin's eyebrows jump, black face, a horizontal hold of people, regardless of her flustered, another embroidered shoes fell on the ground, only directly holding Mu Xiyao's feet, two feet in one place, so that the internal force warm in the heart.

”Your Highness, how comfortable you are.” Mu Xiyao squints and rubs his chin, which is very sticky. ”Your Highness is good at practicing kung fu. It is warmer in winter than using a brazier.” I really feel that Zong Zhenglin's internal power is good, and Mu Xiyao's praise is full of sincerity.

His highness clapped her buttocks with a straight face and turned a deaf ear to Mu Xiyao's words.