Chapter 277 (1/2)

Until the night before the Palace Banquet, Helian Minmin still did not wait for people who had been looking forward to it for a few days. Eating alone in chanruoyuan is also cold and quiet. Even if there are peach blossom paintings in the room and new curtains and ornaments, it still doesn't add much popularity. In the past, Zong Zhenglin promised her to be dignified and respectable. Now, except for the woman who never paid attention to her, everything used in the house was extremely luxurious. Every day, his concubines also came to make rules to greet her. However, the man who married her with gifts from three media and six employees was difficult to meet.

”Did she really say she knew her highness?”

”Master, when the maid in the side imperial concubine's room goes in and informs, the maid is outside. Your highness was there at that time He said this for more than three times. Every time the master asked, he didn't know where he was. When he asked the last question, he was just looking forward to thinking about it.

Raising his hand and pulling out his hairpin, Helian Minmin has no expression. He tells him that Gui Li has made a bed under the collapse and is on duty at night, and he lies down to rest.

Looking at the brand-new picture of firecrackers and carp on the tent, Helian Minmin presses the quilt corner. At the end of winter in Shengjing, I never knew it was so cold.

On the new year's eve of the 14th year of Zhang He, it was cloudy and cold in the afternoon. Wind and frost knife like cutting people, snow is flying all over the sky, a look at it makes people feel cold to the bone.

”Your Highness, isn't it just a joke that I dress like this?” Mu Xiyao's small face was wrinkled into a ball, and he dodged the thick velvet jacket vest on Zong Zhenglin's hand. ”You've covered me with two cotton padded clothes, and I'll have a cape later. I can't wear it even though I'm afraid of the cold!”

Wrapped up like a ball, she looks dull and silly, and can't even see her waist. Mu Xiyao is not happy.

”It's said that men love slim waist. Your highness, you dressed my concubine like a rolling pin, but your waist is round and round, and you can't see her face. ” It's time for women to show off in one place during the Spring Festival. If you ask her to go like this, you won't be laughed at!

Zong Zhenglin clasped her dishonest arm and took the velvet jacket from Mulan. He could not help but put it on.

”I don't have a lot of looks. I don't need to be far fetched.”

Huilan couldn't help laughing. She saw her highness and her master looking at it together. Her heart was so nervous that she coughed and her tears were in her eyes. New year's day, but the most taboo tears. Such a fright, is unable to stop.

Mu Xiyao was teased by two people one after another. She became angry and yelled. ”The ghost girl has no rules. Go down to have a rest and wait. Tomorrow's red envelope, the master I will buckle, not give. ” She glared at Huilan.

The little girl Committee aggrieved to withdraw from the house, the last step to take back the feet also look back bitterly, ha ha.

Is it true that the master will save the red envelope?

Zong Zhenglin laughed and raised his eyebrows. The rules of the little woman were not good, and the girl raised was more flexible than other families.

The sixth Royal Highness knows that Mu Xiyao loves Qiao, but he likes to make a few provocations on it. Now I see people being teased to blush and even more beautiful.

”Well, today's new year's Eve, boasting of” charming and simple ”, all should be said to add a good omen to Jiaojiao. Next year it will be better. ” When Zong Zhenglin teased Mu Xiyao, he always made persistent efforts.

Mu Xiyao small feet repeatedly kick his tibia, gas a pair of eyes especially bright.

”Your Highness! You are like a young vegetable seedling. Where do you want to go, you can still reach out and help me! ”

”Isn't it?” His eyes swept over her chest, and Zong Zhenglin felt thoughtful. ”I think the effect is fair.”

In case of the six Royal Highness, they are vexed, comparable to the enchantress, and have time to eat shriveled.

”When will I lose my temper?” Zong Zhenglin is in a good mood, pinches her chin and pats Mu Xiyao's buttocks across her cloak. ”It's been a long time since I got on the bus. I don't have to suffocate.”

Thinking about going to the prince's house to meet someone later, this spectrum can not be too high-profile, Mu Xiyao side face, closed eyes.