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In his knee, the petite woman side face Zhenjing, slightly supine neck, water bright eyes so straight into his eyes. His crimson coat revealed only the fluffy hem, and was wrapped in his arms by a man's cloak under his shoulders.

Behind him is the flowering plum, on the ground a little pink and black, all branches of jiaorui, zero fell into the mud. The background is a little bleak, and there is a chill in the silence.

Such a scene should have been desolate and cold, only because the two people tightly in the same place had bright eyes and faintly raised corners of their eyes, which both showed confidence and a bright smile. The twilight makes the whole painting bright and light.

"Shen Ling, your highness, married her highness in marriage."

"I remember that day in the plum grove, your highness once said that it was not uncommon for me to respect each other as guests, but what I wanted was" the harmony of the golden and the serene. "

His cheeks turned red, and his little hand took his big palm and gently placed it on the painting. "Today, I present this painting to your highness. Will you be glad, your highness? "

As if afraid that he did not know, she took the trouble to add, "my concubine has been painting for three days without stopping at noon."

The man with silent eyes beside him didn't respond at all. Mu Xiyao glanced at his expression with his head on his side.

When you look at it, your face burns. Zong Zhenglin's Phoenix eyes were like fire and firmly grasped her sight. In a flash, she raised her hand and held her jaw high. The man's eyes are deep and quiet, and the depths of his eyes are like the wind whistling, and the meaning inside is so complicated that Mu Xiyao can't distinguish clearly.

"Jiaojiao." Zong Zhenglin bowed down and looked at her head, breathing and smelling, which was eyelashes, as if they were going to stick together. "Shen Laotai Jun's gift of the mirror is a token of love." The palm slowly stroked her neck side, crisp and numb, scratched Mu Xiyao's brain a little bit heavy. "Jiaojiao presents the paintings of this hall, but this hall thinks that means?"

His cheeks were hot, and Mu Xiyao's eyelids drooped, and he was in a hurry to avoid his sight.

"Well?" Straighten her face and force people to look at him. "But what do you mean?" go into the whys and wherefores of it.

His cold face was reflected in front of his eyes, and the tenacity of his eyes was the same as that of Meiyuan that day. Mu Xiyao not only saw the bondage in his eyes, but also the ferocity in the man's eyes if he was not satisfied.

Again! Zong Zhenglin couldn't enjoy himself, and all the rest were threats and warnings to her.

Anxious and embarrassed, Mu Xiyao hugs his arm and jumps. "It's the return of a favor. What's wrong, what's wrong?"

It's not as good as a person. I can't be reconciled.

Seeing that she was so shy that he didn't even notice that he had stepped on her wrong foot, Zong Zhenglin suddenly burst out laughing, and the essence in his eyes twinkled.

Excellent. She was finally forced into the urn. Want to avoid to go again, it is the urn to clean up, with him Wenxiang nephrite occupy all the cheap. The sixth Royal Highness was in a beautiful mood. He bent over her waist and hugged her. He could not help but forcibly pry open the shell teeth. The two of them passed through Xiangjin secretly. They gradually spread the beautiful feeling in the room.

Such a happy laugh, once again shocked all the people outside. Is this really angry and laugh, or hate it?

Mother Zhao stroked her heart and sighed silently. Follow the master to come out, this heart ah, seven up and eight down, there is no solid time. Fortunately, you are angry, your highness. You know how to coax people back. Not like the last time. It took ten days and a half months to get angry. It's strange to think that the master of Yao has grown up a little?

Shake your head and clear away the fantastic thoughts. With this temperament, I had a quarrel with your Highness for three days. How could I feel that the master is still growing up

The atmosphere in the room is sticky and full of moxiyao, and her body exudes a waxy aroma. Zong Zhenglin kisses her side neck affectionately, but is rejected by Mu Xiyao.

"Not yet. Not yet." Her painting, the man did not see her real intention, how can you agree! "I took great pains to make it. Your highness, you have to read it completely." Red Yan Yan Yan's small mouth pouts, some are not willing.

So charming Zong Zhenglin closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened his eyes again, he stroked her temples and put them behind her ears.

"Where have you never seen this hall?" This painting is not easy. How could he miss it?

"Yes, turn around." Naturally, there are two sides to the bronze mirror when it is given to people and mended.

Zong Zhenglin's eyebrow peak is tall. With one hand, he can easily turn over the painting that only two young men can carry up.

The painting on the back is extremely simple, with fine texture. On the rice paper, except for one thing, it is all blank. If you look at it carefully, what is the cute rabbit in her yard? Zong Zhenglin looked at the rabbit more than once, but the rabbit had a little side head and a small mouth with three petals. He even held a fresh radish!

I thought that this woman was rare to correct once, but I didn't want this surprise. It was too big for him to accept."How to be naughty, delicate?" Zongzhenglin is very valued for such an important painting.

Moxiyao did not understand why the man was angry.

"Is there any auspicious pattern behind the bronze mirror? The most joyful thing is the highness. I don't think the long tail beast is ugly and gives the highness a durable look. Is it not good? " The voice of the voice was a little pitiful, and it was a disappointment.

"Your Highness doesn't mean that my concubine is quite like it? I have both sides of my own painting, I think your highness will be happy. " To escape this, boss must be flattered. Even face is not, at this time, he reaction, is she to draw snake to add?

Zongzhenglin did not expect her to think, and her anger gradually dissipated. It was not for a moment, but a smile was made with the help of my forehead. Looking at her eyes, I call moxiyao vaguely have bad feeling.

"Delicate, more folk customs." The sixth highness admonished gently.

Moxiyao is ignorant of him. What does this mean, and dislike her lack of culture?

She knew that she was insensitive to ghosts and gods, and she put relevant books in the study, and this woman rarely looked at it.

Zongzhenglin did not know the origin of moxa, thought she did not respect ghosts and gods, did not believe in the life. Where can expect her is scared, do not want to touch those God God nagging things.

But she felt the top of her hair, and the sixth highness paid special attention to her reaction. "Delicate, that long tail animal is not auspicious, but a fierce thing to avoid blood evil."

Avoid The evil thing that avoids blood evil spirit?! Moxiyao was stunned at the scene, and his head was dazzled.

But saw that woman a small face wrinkled like a bag, the face red, ashamed to hurry to cover up the painting.

Zongzhenglin was delighted to look on, and instinctively she should have been filled with red beans The sixth highness secretly concluded.

No wonder she likes to call Chengqing Chengyou "little baozi" and "xiaodouding" in private. It was for this reason.

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