Chapter 286 Inexplicable

Dragging the hem of her skirt and fleeing to Chengyou's room, Mu Xiyao panted heavily.

Fortunately, the man didn't chase after him right away. Momentum is something that goes all out, then declines, and exhausts three times. After having a good time in front of Zong Zhenglin, the first reaction afterward was to scratch his liver and lungs in pain.

Her vase, not to mention priceless, is still worth a thousand or eight hundred taels. It just shattered to pieces on the ground, like her fragile little heart, and she couldn't even pick it up.

Now that she confronts him directly, she has to worry about her bottle. Why don't you hide in the little bun's house overnight to heal your wounds, refresh yourself tomorrow, and then fight the boss slowly.

Holding her son's soft and tender body, Mu Xiyao fell asleep soundly in an instant. As for whether Zong Zhenglin has Wenxiang nephrite, she is not worried at all.

After being angry with her real body for a while, His Highness the Sixth Highness must be able to speak kindly to a substitute... Zong Zhenglin, don't expect it in the next life!

Mu Yaonv is happy, but she is not so happy in her heart.

"Where is he?" Coming out of the study, Zong Zhenglin immediately summoned Wei Zhen for questioning.

"Your Highness, Master Yao seems to have rested in Master Chengyou's room." Wei Zhen personally lifted the lantern. His Highness is still angry now, so it's better for fewer people to catch his eye.

Zong Zhenglin strode forward, his expression still cold. Only he himself knows, ever since he heard the words of the Fifth Dynasty, there is clearly a piece of tenderness in his heart.

After getting to the gate of Chengyou's courtyard, Wei Zhen was left outside the gate, just waiting for an hour. Even though it was early spring, the night was still cold and cold, Master Wei had forgotten him here, Master Wei was completely at a loss.

Your Highness's anger, how weird this time. In annoyance, no matter how you look at it, you can't do anything to that person. After following His Highness for a long time, he lost his decision so many times, even the first two times when he got into an awkward situation, he never did.

Last time, at any rate, I was ruthless, and lost Master Yao in Danruo Garden, who I only saw after a month of cold. This time... Wei Zhenlong started, took the ginger tea on the ground from the little maid, looked at the sky... it was still three hours away.

Added another cup of tea, and was thinking about when His Highness would call him, but saw the maid named Qing Ya in front of Master Yao, blushing, and hurriedly trotting over.

"My lord, Your Highness has said that you can rest on your own, and there is no need to wait any longer."

Thinking about the scene just now, Qing Ya felt a little hot on her face.

Wei Zhen opened her eyes, thinking it's better to ask more clearly. A close servant is responsible for the master's safety and daily life.

"Did your Highness say you want to rest here?" When Mingming came, he asked him to pass hot water to the study.

Qing Ya hangs her head, her voice is like a mosquito. "His Royal Highness has already rested in the warm pavilion after hugging the master."

Commander Wei's eyelids twitched, and he didn't recover for a long time.

Recruiting a woman to sleep in bed is a gift from the master! His Highness's previous anger was clearly to seek Master Yao's liquidation...

Mu Xiyao's face was flushed from sleep, and she felt in a daze as if her body was being moved by someone, and she felt unsteady suddenly suspended in the air. Instinctively curled up into the man's arms, hugging his neck, softly sticking to the embrace with the fragrance of black bamboo.

The tip of his nose twitched, and his eyes opened slits in a trance. "His Highness is coming." After confirming, his little head drooped, and he fell into a deeper sleep.

Zong Zhenglin's arms were stiff, and he leaned over to look at her hair, his eyes darkened.

It is the intimacy revealed unintentionally, which often becomes the sharp weapon for this woman to penetrate into his heart. The more times, the deeper and deeper she drilled, until she couldn't pull it out, and then suddenly realized that this scourge couldn't be let go.

Just now when I entered the room, I saw her having such a fuss, she had the guts to sleep alone as if nothing had happened, she was obviously full of anger, but she leaned over and looked closely, only to find that she had a faint blue shadow under her eyes.

Mu Xiyao loves skin very much, and has never been careless, allowing such omissions that spoil her complexion. Only then did I remember Yugu's words that she had to take care of her body, she couldn't bear the cold, and she shouldn't be tired.

Looking at Chengyou, who was drenched in sleep while touching her forehead, Zong Zhenglin saw the scene in front of Zong Zhenglin's eyes that she was pale when she had dystocia, but she was still thinking about this in her stomach. Very useless.

He broke his body twice, once to give birth to a son for him, and once... Zong Zhenglin's eyes darkened.

I don't know what kind of poison this woman has put on him, but when she is the most annoyed and wishes to choke her neck, she will give him a slap or two so softly, this anger can't be suppressed no matter what.

I couldn't calm down, but I couldn't help her, I planned to go back to the study to rest for the night, and I asked the bastard to admit his mistake tomorrow afternoon, and then punished her.

Just as she was about to turn around, she saw Mu Xiyao reach out and touch her back. Chengyou is inside, but the outside is naturally empty. Without touching anyone, the woman's closed eyes trembled, and she was about to wake up.

By mistake, Zong Zhenglin himself couldn't tell what he was thinking at the time, so he stretched out his hand so quickly, and held her little hand instead. Immediately, seeing the woman's satisfaction and anger, she turned over and hugged his arm, with half of her face pressed On the back of his hand, the corners of his mouth are slightly raised. The flushed face is really pretty. Instead of the insolent look that made him almost vomit blood when he was sober, he only looked gentle and cute like a girl.

Being captured by her unintentionally step by step, His Highness the Sixth Highness felt aggrieved, but also reluctant to leave. At this moment, for no apparent reason, and greatly contrary to his original intention, he hugged Mu Xiyao and rested in the Nuan Pavilion...

How things got to this point, Zong Zhenglin was sober from beginning to end but couldn't figure it out. In the end, he hatefully pressed the soft, soft and fragrant woman in his arms, looked at her for a long time, finally heaved a long sigh, and slowly closed his eyes.

Yu Mu Xiyao, but what the Buddhists say "entered the barrier"?

He didn't sleep well all night, the dream was full of Mu Xiyao's bare feet, and the big golden lotus slapping back and forth in front of him. No matter how hard he keeps his face, that woman will always bend her toes as if she doesn't seem to be there, and wanton all kinds of things on him. In the end, he got there, stomping and pressing on him with his toes...

Being served by her little feet like this, His Highness the Sixth Highness couldn't move for half a minute, sweat dripped from the corners of his forehead, but the woman was not in a hurry, letting him groan and make a fuss of herself.

It was so easy to look forward to the most ecstasy moment, but unexpectedly the woman opposite suddenly changed her face. Smiling like a spring flower, extremely bright and glamorous, with a hint of playfulness, kicking at the roots of his descendants!

"Bastard! Dare!" Zong Zhenglin roared angrily, lifted the brocade quilt with a slap, and sat up with his inner clothes loose. His breathing was a little short, and his eyes were full of goose yellow curtains. The sky seemed to be just about to light up, and the candlesticks were quietly burning in the room.

This scene... Zong Zhenglin was stunned for a moment, and slowly closed his eyes. What made him unbearable was that his body was soaked wet.

His complexion was extremely ugly, he couldn't tell whether he was ashamed or angry, as if someone had broken his neck, even his movements seemed extremely slow.

Just now when she looked back, it was Mu Xiyao who stood up to her elbows and stared blankly at him with her head up, her eyes still filled with surprise.