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Oh, Hello, you little fool. Don't say your brother has just finished eating with his father. He's not hungry. Even if you are hungry, you don't have to put yourself on top.

"Chengqing darling, my brother is still young, not hungry." Mu Xiyao has always been lazy, giving baozi explanations is always simple. Stop him quickly, hold people in his arms, and tease him to tell stories.

Chengqing looks back at Chengyou, who is puffing bubbles with her eyes open. After frowning for a long time, she finally can't resist the temptation and lies quietly in Mu Xiyao's arms.

Small steamed buns are small and big people, but they are very happy with Chengyou. Since I went back to my house, I found this new "playboy" and quarreled less and less when I went to the yard to play wild. It's OK to look on the cradle on tiptoe and give Mu Xiyao a pass from time to time, "younger brother ugly", "younger brother shy", "younger brother lazy". All kinds of patterns emerge one after another, making Mu Xiyao too busy.

When Zong Zhenglin came into the room, Mu Xiyao was dry and his voice was burning.

"Dad." When he met Zong Zhenglin, he was as happy as ever. Zong Zhenglin took over the man with his long arm. Before he could speak with Mu Xiyao, he heard his son shout, "Niang, dad is big. Hungry, feed grandma. "

Mu Xiyao was in great distress. This ghost spirit spirit, by analogy, doesn't it look like this?

"Is that how Jiaojiao teaches the son of the house?" Zong Zhenglin looked at the little woman's face turning red and gave her a deep look.

Mu Xiyao was made fun of in front of her face. She grabbed Chengqing and sent away the troublemaker in her arms. Looking back at Zong Zhenglin, he is already a beautiful smile.

"Your Highness, tea." On top of Zong Zhenglin's favorite Junshan Maofeng, you can't stop the man's mouth.

Sure enough, his highness was always serious when he used tea, and he didn't laugh with others.

When Zong Zhenglin finishes drinking this cup, it is the past to make fun of Mu Xiyao.

After dinner, he gargles with Mu Xiyao. Zong Zhenglin suddenly says a word to make the room quiet.

"Yang Guokang died suddenly. Three days later, the funeral will take place. "

Mu Xiyao stares at her eyes and blinks without blinking. Yang Guokang is dead? Is it not necessary to mourn after three days? The emperor's son-in-law of the great Wei Dynasty ended in such a sloppy way, which was unprecedented in history.

"Can you find out why?" If you want to say that this person's good fortune suddenly disappeared, who believes it? Before Zong Zhengying also secretly sent people everywhere to seek medical advice, Yang Guokang is to let a girl have the body. It's not believable to say that such a fierce and vigorous man died suddenly. Smart people just watch the farce and wait for the truth to surface.

Zong Zhenglin retreated from the people around him, stroked the finger and said it without any taboo. "To the outside world, it's the wind cold and high fever, but in fact He died of ejaculation. "

Mu Xiyao a pair of eyes will certainly look at him, mouth half open, full of shock. How to die The glory of the past and the present.

He coughed twice, cleared his throat, and pressed his face to gloat. Mu Xiyao rubbed close to Zong Zhenglin's body and held him in his arms. "Zong Zhengying was so anxious that he jumped over the wall in a hurry?" The woman made a big fight with Yang Guokang by beating the pregnant girl to bed with miscarriage. At that time, it was in front of the Empress Dowager. Unfortunately, she didn't catch up with the excitement in her little month.

Knock on her forehead son, Zong Zhenglin side in the arms.

"The medicine in GouLan should be taken by Yang Guokang himself. In the end, I found that the man was not angry. He was in the boy's room. "

A wave of shock is better than a wave. Mu Xiyao thinks that Yang Guokang is a man who has to vomit blood.

"What's the reaction of Zong Zhengying? Can it be crying? "

"Jiaojiao thinks it's possible?" He has been strong all her life. Even after her husband's death, she is as strong as ever. "He killed the boy alive and tied up his body for a funeral with Yang Guokang."

I'll go! The female tiger is really a big deal. It's no wonder that they were in a hurry for less than seven days. This makes the coffin more and more corpses. The servant girl with a miscarriage must not escape

"Does the Empress Dowager care?" Let her make trouble like this. It's cold to the outside. It's useless. Other people are anxious to cover up their ugliness, but Zong Zhengying is very generous.

"I'm keeping a watchman." The husband died and died, but he had to press the housewife to finish the ceremony. This thing is too shameful.

Mu Xiyao imagines the scene and marvels at Zong Zhengying's ability. It's the first time for the emperor of Wei Dynasty. I don't know if the Historiographer is brave enough. If it is recorded in the book, she will be known for thousands of years.

"Do you want to mourn?" It's more appropriate to see a joke nearby than to mourn.

"You can't save all the courtesy. The only Yang family is kneeling at the gate of Zhengde, asking the old man to be the master. They want Zong Zhengying to keep his husband's chastity. "

No wonder. Without my son, I can't help it. I thought that the princess had broken her future, but at least she looked good and shining. Who knows finally makes such, ends under the knee empty, nobody delivers the end.In addition, the servant girl incident that happened not long ago made Zong Zhengying in the face of emperor Cheng of Yuan Dynasty.

Mu Xiyao leaned on Zong Zhenglin's arms and muttered. There are so many resentful couples in this world that even the Royal Princess can't escape from the common customs. Fortunately, her luck is mixed. Although the marriage was arranged by the great God, fortunately, the pit was not too deep. I tried to float, and I lived a comfortable life.

"Your Highness, my concubine suddenly realized that it was not unjust for the talent show to enter your residence at that time." Affectation, real affectation! Not only is it not unjust, it is quite a match, just a good fate.

Zong Zhenglin didn't notice that Mu Xiyao would suddenly send out feelings, or was he usually most willing to listen to good words, but at this time he could think of how mu Xiyao's head was spinning?

"Jiaojiao, you have not become a widow, so you are very happy?" Zong Zhenglin guessed what she was thinking. He blackened his face first.

"Your Highness, what are you thinking. I feel that your highness is very kind to me, so I sincerely thank you. "

Are you thanking me? When to discuss mourning for others? Zong Zhenglin's eyelids jump straight, and the palm of her back is a little stiff.

Although the woman in his arms is special and good, sometimes it is not a bad thing to be normal.

"Your Highness, do you want to go all day or go back? You can tell me something about it, so that you can be prepared. " Going to Zong Zhengying's territory, Mu Xiyao didn't expect to go back to the government smoothly.

Zong Zhenglin understood her meaning and touched the hair top of Mu Xiyao, as if to give comfort. "Only in the morning, before noon." Thinking of Zong Zhengying's charming and savage temper, Zong Zhenglin's eyes narrowed slightly and leaned close to her ear and whispered instructions.

At first, Mu Xiyao was slightly uncomfortable because of the man's vague touch in his ear. Later, she was protected and taught by Zong Zhenglin to deal with it. She was amused and laughed. She was so gorgeous that she fell into Zong Zhenglin's arms like peaches and plums.

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