Chapter 277

In the warm curtain, the dim candlelight reflected Mu Xiyao's ruddy complexion, and her pretty body.

Zong Zhenglin patted her on the back, closed her eyes, and breathed slowly. Mu Xiyao rested her head on his chest, and heard the man's heartbeat beating vigorously, calmly and steadily. Said to keep the old age, when she was sleepy, her eyelids would fight, Zong Zhenglin didn't stick to the rules, he just carried her into the house to change clothes and freshen up.

At this moment, the two fell asleep on their feet, but after washing their faces, they became much more awake.

Her body was covered with a brand-new hundred sons and grandchildren quilt in true red, and the bed sheet was her favorite Vientiane Ruyi and rich and noble peony color. It was supposed to be auspicious, so at night, I took out the bed and made incense, and looked around the room full of red, I always felt that there was something wrong. After a long while, it suddenly dawned on her that she had unintentionally violated the ancestral system again.

This quilt is not something she can use. Why didn't Zong Zhenglin mention something when the two discussed it... Until now, lying in bed, Mu Xiyao still has this matter in her heart.

"Your Highness, this concubine has never thought of comparing herself with the Helian family." When she chose the pattern back then, if she remembered correctly, in the whole booklet, where is there a Xiangfei-colored quilt? It is almost a straight red, and other than that, it is bright yellow and dark gold. This made her ignore the past, looked at the festive colors in her eyes, and pointed to Zong Zhenglin with great interest.

Thinking about it now, it was clearly Zong Zhenglin who brought the brochure into the house, and it was this man who urged her to choose the suit.

Hearing her muttering, Zong Zhenglin still lay down with his eyes closed, and after a long while, he lazily opened his mouth.

"It will be rewarded during the annual festival of the main hall." Although the fame cannot make up for it, the expenses do not need to be deducted. As far as the ancestral system is concerned, Zong Zhenglin has broken it himself. In addition to Mu Xiyao's consideration, it's just two more strokes.

Mu Xiyao lay on his chest in a daze. Even if you have thought about it in every possible way, it is absolutely difficult to guess this one.

Your Highness, you are the prince, and I have never heard of anyone who can honor this kindness in a dignified way. Even Emperor Yuan Cheng didn't see anyone rewarding people with the rules of his ancestors.

"Don't think too much, the same is true for Cheng Qing's clothes."

Can that be the same? He is your son and the emperor's grandson, Concubine Shu dotes on him very much, even the old man always smiles when he sees him.

Just as he was about to inquire about the boss, Emperor Yuan Cheng's eyeliner had been cleaned up. The words that came into his mouth could not come out no matter what. What made her panic even more was that the bedding was replaced, which only made Mu Xiyao feel ashamed, angry and annoyed.

This afternoon, he went out with Zong Zhenglin until he returned to the mansion at Xushi. Playing with Chengqing for a while, until now, but she has forgotten the most embarrassing thing for her.

The clothes seem to be a little sticky, how should she speak about this matter...

"Why, can't sleep?" Just now he was yawning again and again, but now he couldn't calm down. Zong Zhenglin slowly opened his eyes, and then he focused his attention, and saw the little woman under his eyelids blushing, obviously ashamed.

The phoenix eyes glanced at her expression, and Zong Zhenglin narrowed his eyes.

"How about it?" It was rare for Mu Xiyao to be so coy. No matter how awkward she was, she would hum twice to express her dissatisfaction. Now when you ask questions, you just bury your head and ignore them. What's the meaning of this?

"Jiaojiao." The third time she called out, her voice was tough.

Mu Xiyao knew that she couldn't avoid it, so she could only grit her teeth and get through with such embarrassment.

The small hand grabbed Zong Zhenglin's palm, his eyes were tightly closed, and his lips were also pressed too hard before. When he let go, he immediately became blood-colored, crimson and moist, soft and sweet.

Noticing his suddenly stiff body, the back of Mu Xiyao's neck flushed red. It's too embarrassing to say this. It was already very uncomfortable to make such a turn and let him know.

Zong Zhenglin's eyebrows twitched in shock at the palm of his hand, the shape of his hand... was actually full? Just thinking about such a beautiful scene, the palm covering her chest gradually became hot.

The sound of a man's heart beating could be heard beside her ears, and it became more and more rapid, making Mu Xiyao dare not move a little.

Absolutely can't be teased at this time...

"Your Highness, can you turn your back on you?" Today, she was old enough to let Nanny Gui go back to the Mu Mansion to reunite with her son and daughter-in-law. At this time, the milk is rising, so I have to clean it up by myself.

Zong Zhenglin's eyes were dark, he stared at her deeply, and then let go of his hand very slowly. The palm is empty, but the account is lost.

Being straddled by the little woman herself, through the thin underwear, it is almost skin-to-skin. Wherever it is touched inadvertently, it will spread like a prairie fire.

"Put on fox fur." ​​Even with desire, Zong Zhenglin still remembered that Mu Xiyao couldn't bear the cold. He didn't get up to get something for her, but he deliberately avoided unnecessary touches, so as not to lose control and hurt her roots.

As promised, Mu Xiyao walked outside as promised, and took out something from the cage, which was specially used for milking women. When he returned to the room, he sat down on the imperial concubine chair not far from the bed, and deliberately turned his back so as not to provoke Zong Zhenglin into being overwhelmed.

Lying flat on the couch, she heard the rustling sound of her unbuttoning her clothes, turned over in heat, Zong Zhenglin was facing inward, and before he calmed down, he saw the curtains on the wall happened to be illuminated by candlelight. , reflecting half of the silhouette of the woman.

With just such a glance, Zong Zhenglin couldn't look away no matter how hard he looked, he just stared at her profile with calm eyes.

The woman on the wall raised her arms halfway, and gently opened her skirt. Holding one side up, a drainage urn is placed at the tip, accompanied by the sound of "tick" milking. Just looking at it like this, Zong Zhenglin's lower abdomen is already tense. Until Mu Xiyao lightly rubbed and squeezed her hands, the scene finally caused his breathing to stagnate and his throat to burn.

Zong Zhenglin's scalp felt numb, and he felt that his thoughts were dirty. Seeing Mu Xiyao's appearance, he felt that the little woman seemed to be comforting alone.

Closing his eyes suddenly, Zong Zhenglin's forehead twitched wildly, and his five fingers formed a fist. In the house where the earth dragon was burned, the back of the clothes was sweating.

He planned to refrain from being distracted and think about political affairs, and not to watch the extravagant scene, but the unclean sound of milking in his ear, tick tock, annoyed him.

Mu Xiyao blushed, thinking awkwardly that Zong Zhenglin might be able to hear this movement. With such a shameful thing, she wished she could slip through a crack in the ground and never see anyone again. Obviously, he took the initiative to avoid it, but why did he run in the opposite direction, with a hint of seduction and temptation...

Due to her embarrassment, Mu Xiyao just wanted to finish the job earlier, so she speeded up her movements unknowingly. In Zong Zhenglin's eyes, this scene simply made him want to stop. It just so happened that his back was facing Mu Xiyao at this time, Zong Zhenglin was almost guilty and impatient, and couldn't help but put his hand into his obscene pants...