Chapter 182

"Miss, are you alright?" Xue Qin boldly tried carefully through the screen.

"Very good. You go out." Helian Weirui ordered calmly. There was no fluctuation in tone, as if what happened just now never happened at all.

Being waved back by the master, Xue Qin felt relieved, and lightly cleaned up the smashed teacups in the room. Slowly closing the door, looking in from the gradually closing door, I felt that the room suddenly became dark, and her master was hidden in the darkness.

Concubine...

Helian Weirui's mind kept churning, only the word concubine. She was the dignified daughter of the direct branch of the Helian family, and was actually given to Zong Zhenghan as a concubine! It was Emperor Yuancheng himself who entered the mansion!

If she is granted a marriage by imperial decree and enters the Eighth Prince's Mansion as a side concubine, it will be a great grace today. It's a pity that her status is so low that she can't even take her as a dowry maid, and she actually used her status as a mere plaything in exchange for an imperial decree to marry her. Who else knows that this is the sudden "fame" of Emperor Yuan Cheng towards her, and he clearly dislikes her . This time, it was only a slight punishment, which refuted the wealth and power she had been looking forward to for a long time.

Mu Xiyao! Helian Weirui felt a throbbing pain in her heart.

I thought I had broken her setup, but I didn't expect to fall into the opponent's scheme again. This time, it was no longer able to continue. Fighting geese all day long, but in the end he lost to the one who was the best at intrigue!

Mu Xiyao is shrewd, even Emperor Yuan Cheng can guess a thing or two. From this point of view, Zong Zhengying's scandal must have been exposed by her. Taking advantage of the fury of today's thunder, he took advantage of the trend and burned her side concubine dream to ashes. When the woman took revenge, she was also malicious.

This is because Helian Weirui ignored Zong Zhengying's indelible achievements in it. No matter how powerful Mu Xiyao was, she couldn't be banned just because of Zong Zhengying's visit to the Shuxiang Pavilion, which made Emperor Yuan Cheng furious, and even Helian Weirui followed suit.

According to Mu Xiyao's previous assumptions, after this incident, Zong Zhengying thought about it behind closed doors, Miss Helian, although the side concubine is out of reach, finding a concubine is not a problem.

Now thanks to the biggest accident of this matter, the four princesses "set themselves on fire" in front of Emperor Yuan Cheng. After this round, Mu Xiyao actually won a complete victory, which is really impressive.

The woman smiled brightly in front of Zong Zhenglin, and couldn't help teasing, "I finally understand that the fourth princess is a chess piece buried deeply by His Highness, and it is really a good person to help my concubine at a critical time."

"Jiaojiao's appearance reminds me of a saying—a villain's success." Zong Zhenglin buried his head in reviewing the documents, and paid little attention to Mu Xiyao's frequent harassment and troubles when he was by his side. Looking at her now, she was really insane, so she spoke out to attack the little woman's arrogance.

The smelly man is silent for a long time, but when he is happy, he comes out to spoil the fun. Mu Xiyao drew a cross on the rice paper fiercely with a pen, destroying the homework that Zong Zhenglin ordered her to copy with two strokes.

Anyway, that man was concentrating on political affairs and had no time to settle with her. Mu Xiyao turned sideways, slightly shielding Zong Zhenglin's sight with her chubby waist, and just kept smearing casually, forgetting what Zong Zhenglin told her, and having fun by herself.

Mu Xiyao muttered to herself, who would want to be locked in a study and copy Zong Zhenglin's handwriting? Even the calligraphy of Emperor Jian'an in the future will have to be sealed in order to be sold at a good price. Now that Chuan Guo Yuxi is still safely lying on the imperial case of Emperor Yuan Cheng, her idea of ​​saving private goods for herself is temporarily unworkable.

Furthermore, the crazy grass school requires wrist strength to control it handily, and it is best to have a reflection in the heart. Ordinary people say that regular script is like a person, standing upright; running script is like a person, walking leisurely; cursive script is like a person, walking and galloping.

For a person like her who is inactive and lazy all day long, not to mention standing, walking and running, she just wishes she could lie down. With such a lazy temperament, how could Mu Xiyao calm down and practice wild grass? This woman only thinks that the boss has bad intentions, she must not see her live a happy life, she is jealous, and she is trying to make things difficult for her.

Mu Xiyao was so indignant that she had two things in one mind, while slandering Zong Zhenglin for being stingy, while writing with divine help, all kinds of grievances and pleadings of the big boss, begging for mercy, kneeling down and pitiful scenes came to life on the paper.

Not daring to clearly mark that this is a picture of the boss's various states, Mu Xiyao rolled her eyes, and her little shoulders couldn't stop trembling with joy.

It's small, you can't name names, this is Zong Zhenglin expressing his anger, not to mention his son Chengqing Xiao Baozi's pink and tender face, which is 100% like the big boss, can make her all kinds of metaphors and insinuations, Have a blast?

Mu Xiyao was openly trying to trick her, and her interest became more and more high. Her eyebrows were beaming, and she was so absorbed that she forgot to be alert to the movement of the big boss behind her.

Zong Zhenglin didn't feel anything unusual at first, but gradually he felt uncomfortable. Why did the study room, which had been noisy for a long time, suddenly become quiet? Looking up at the radiant woman on the side, His Highness Six raised his brows unconsciously.

Zong Zhenglin couldn't be more clear about Mu Xiyao's disposition. If this woman copied the cursive script as honestly as she is now, he wouldn't need to catch someone and put it by his side to watch from time to time.

Then look at Mu Xiyao's eyes that are crystal clear and bright, and the joy inside is ready to come out. The corners of the raised lips twitched slightly, obviously the master was working hard to restrain himself, and he still remembered not to laugh out loud to disturb others.

Zongzheng Lin's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, now that he no longer understands that the woman must have done something shameful secretly, it would be too dull. Just looking at her stealthy appearance, one can tell that she must be weird again.

Although she is often warned not to be too lazy, Zong Zhenglin loves her temperament that is too lazy to pretend. It is absolutely impossible for Zong Zhenglin to turn a blind eye to such a sneaky, cover-up state like the present one.

Mu Xiyao's thoughts flowed like a spring, in addition to the various aggrieved expressions of Zong Zhenglin in the imagination, even the various expressions of extreme anger and helplessness when the big boss dealt with her were also vividly depicted, vividly.

"Isn't Jiaojiao afraid that the fire on the head of this hall will be too hot?" Zong Zhenglin stood behind her with a dark face and had stopped for a long time.

At first, he didn't understand what was tricky, but as Mu Xiyao's writing became more and more expressive, Zong Zhenglin finally discovered that the "little person" in this woman's pen who insisted on perfection was actually using him as a reference. Or... I simply borrowed him to vent my anger!

Mu Xiyao is quite courageous, in addition to all kinds of slander to vent her anger, she also left a note to make a special note.

What made Zong Zhenglin's face darken the most was that this woman added fire to "him", making the already angry person even more angry. A side note: "Braised lion head!"

"Why?" Mu Xiyao replied instinctively, just as she started to start again next to the painting, she suddenly stopped, then gasped, and the brush in her hand trembled slightly.

It's over, it's over, I was caught by the boss on the spot. Mu Xiyao turned her back to Zong Zhenglin, frowning hard with a bitter face. Boss knows martial arts, walks without wind! Why doesn't this elusive trump card fail every now and then?

"Your Highness~~" The woman who turned around and smiled brightly, threw the writing brush casually, and put her arms around the strong waist of the man behind her.

"Chengqing must be so cute when he grows up. What do you think of my concubine's fine brushwork?" Your Highness, the concubine's painting is a little bun, not you.

Mu Xiyao pouted to signal Zong Zhenglin to lean over, and saw that the man was very cooperative, bringing his dark handsome face close to her.

Mu Xiyao stuck it sweet and greasy, holding Zong Zhenglin's cheek and kissing twice heavily. Afterwards, the watery eyes look forward to looking into his phoenix eyes, if Zong Zhenglin doesn't approve, Mu Xiyao will be very disappointed.

"Jiaojiao." The Sixth Prince's voice was warm and mellow, and he hugged her in his arms, only where Mu Xiyao couldn't see, there was a smile in his phoenix eyes. "On Chengqing's neck, there is no ring from Jiaojiao." The only thing that could calm Zong Zhenglin's anger was Mu Xiyao's cover-up, but she never forgot the flower-coated necklace.

Mu Xiyao's beautiful eyes were wide open, she turned her head and stared foolishly at the necks of every villain on the drawing, and sure enough, they were all wearing accessories outlined in a stroke. Looking up and meeting Zong Zhenglin's meaningful eyes, Mu Xiyao wished she could immediately put a dog collar on his son.

Carelessly lose Jingzhou! Could it be that she is the kind of person who "eats the fruit of his own misfortune"?