Chapter 259 (1/2)

Listening to Mu Xiyao's use of ”watch tight”, Zong Zhenglin's look gradually relaxed. Finally, she was trusted, not to the side.

His highness did not know that this had nothing to do with Mu Xiyao's trust or not. The woman was absorbed in her own skills and had not considered him at all.

”Square Pavilion.” Zong Zhenglin held a man on the sedan chair and motioned Wei Zhen to go to the house.

Square Pavilion? Mu Xiyao looks at him suspiciously for a long time, but he doesn't believe it. If you want to inquire about the news, you can't send someone as you like? Must send Chunyu's family in, you when concubine is a child coax? This reason, at most, is a ”by-pass”.

This woman Zong Zhenglin patted her forehead, ”how so weird.”

Eh? This tone Mu Xiyao propped up her body and approached his handsome face. She shook her head and looked around. How could the big boss say that she didn't want to see through?

”Don't make any noise.” Zong Zhenglin caught an Sheng and sat down. He glanced at her in a complicated way. He raised his eyes and looked at the curtain in front of him. He said to her, ”do you know that Chunyu Yao looks so charming?”

It was such a name that it was the same as her name. ”Naturally, did not the prince say that?”

Mu Xiyao doesn't like to bump into people's faces.

It is good not to mention the prince, but to mention his highness is not good. Mu Xiyao drags his placket, small appearance is full of grievance.

”Your Highness, look for the prince and stare at me. I'm not very brave.”

Zong Zhenglin felt that she was more and more delicate and difficult to maintain. The more he looked, the more upset he was. He bent down and caught her mouth. After a long time, he reluctantly released her.

”If you have a delicate face, you will feel better in this life. What will happen to the women in this hall Zong Zhenglin reaches out and caresses her side face. Feng's eyes are slightly cold. Mu Xiyao's life shivers with fright in his eyes.

After hearing his words, Mu Xiyao is staring at the person in front of her. Her back is chilly and chilly. She only feels the plan in her mind. Now it seems that it is difficult.

Although the meaning of Her Highness is very similar to her, there are exceptions. Unfortunately, Chunyu Yao happens to be in this line.

Mu Xiyao is wise enough to choose the former between being a pet concubine and getting angry. Only when the great Wei is stable can she be the favorite concubine of the emperor of Wei.

It's hard to see such a bad thing as hitting the face, and she just doesn't see it. Admiring the evil girl, she seldom indulged once.

”Your Highness, even if my wife and other women are alike again, you will not only have a concubine in your eyes. Those who look like a small mouth, small eyebrows, if we go to care, do not feel tired flustered? My concubine, now that the whole person is waiting for you, I'll watch you all the time. Isn't it

My concubine has been generous for a time, and you have restrained your stink?

Zong Zhenglin was domineering in front of her. She was not as powerful as others and could only be recognized. In other people, why can't he be so overbearing? Especially for women, you don't want to see any more. Don't you just look at Chunyu Yao? That woman concubine is still waiting to be of great use!

”There are times when Jiaojiao is stupid.” Zong Zhenglin snorted coldly, bent down with her earlobe, and the hot air penetrated into Mu Xiyao's ears. Instead of feeling warm, he felt palpitating anxiety.

”There is only one person in the eyes of this hall, but not necessarily in the eyes of others!” Chunyu Yao himself, how can he be in his eyes. He can only tolerate, such as the prince, through this man to Mu Xiyao gave birth to a lot of reverie, do dirty things.

”The private property of this hall is not allowed to be touched by others. If you are delicate, how can you let someone else touch you? ” Zong Zhenglin's ending is high and his eyes are full of haze.

Touching Mu Xiyao's forehead, Zong Zhenglin looks deeply into her eyes. I don't know if she can understand the meaning of the unspoken.

Other people's fingers Mu Xiyao's eyelashes flashed and her palm clenched. The more she wanted to feel, the more cool she felt in her heart.

It is so, but she thought too simply before, forgetting the identity of the person in front of her.

Zong Zhenglin is so resolute in this matter that only 30% of his love is good. Most of the rest were not allowed by the man's ambition.

Since childhood in the Royal cultivation, the heart of wild people, self-respect has long been deeply rooted. Touching what he cares about, I'm afraid in his eyes, it's not the ability to touch things. This is tantamount to provocation. If you want to confront him, you will only be provoked by the imperial prestige buried in Zong Zhenglin's bones.

Mu Xiyao only feel powerless, with this layer of cognition, it is impossible to persuade him to let go.

She was not so confused as to think that the man who would be emperor in the future would value her more than cherish himself. It's just for death to have a hard encounter with emperor Zong Zhenglin!