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Being waved back by the master, Xue Qin is relieved and cleans up the broken tea cup in the house. Slowly bring the door, from the gradually closed door to look inside, only feel the house suddenly dark down, and her master son, then disappear in that dark.

My concubine

Helian luxuriant brain constantly turn surge, only serve concubine two words. She is a daughter of the family of Helian. She was given Zong Zhenghan to be a concubine! Or emperor Cheng of the Yuan Dynasty personally pointed to enter the mansion!

If you get the imperial edict to get married and enter the eighth Prince's house as a concubine, it will be a great grace today. Unfortunately, her position was so low that she couldn't even take her maid to accompany her. However, she was given the imperial edict in exchange for a mere plaything. No one knew that this was because emperor Cheng of the Yuan Dynasty suddenly "rose to fame" and was extremely reluctant to see her. This time, with only a slight punishment, she refuted the wealth and power she had been expecting for a long time.

Mu Xiyao! There was a bloody throbbing pain in his heart.

She thought she broke the game, but fell into the other side's calculation. This time, it is no longer able to continue. All day fighting geese, but ultimately lost in the most is good at scheming above!

Mu Xiyao is smart, and even emperor Cheng of the Yuan Dynasty can guess something about his mind. Therefore, Zong Zhengying's scandal must be revealed by her. Borrowing today's thunder and fury, she burned her side imperial concubine dream to ashes. The woman's revenge was vicious.

This is Helian luxuriant ignored Zong Zhengying's indelible achievements. No matter how powerful Mu Xiyao was, she could not be shut down by Zong Zhengying's visit to Shuxiang Museum. What's more, Emperor chengdi of Yuan Dynasty was infuriated, and he lianweirui was followed by misfortune.

According to Mu Xiyao's previous assumption, after this, Zong Zhengying thought about his mistakes behind closed doors. Miss Helian, although the side imperial concubine can't reach it, it's OK to seek a common concubine.

Now, thanks to the biggest accident, the four princesses "set fire to themselves" in front of emperor Cheng of the Yuan Dynasty. After this game, Mu Xiyao won a complete victory, which was not impressive.

The woman was smiling in front of Zong Zhenglin and couldn't help teasing, "I can see that the four princesses are the chess pieces buried by his highness. When it comes to the key, she can help me. It's really good."

"Jiaojiao this pair of appearance, let this hall think of a saying - villains get success." Zong Zhenglin buried himself in reviewing the documents and paid little attention to Mu Xiyao's company. Now, seeing that she is really arrogant, she spoke out to crack down on her arrogance.

Stinky men are quiet for a long time, but come out when they are happy. Mu Xiyao drew a cross on the Xuan paper with a pen, and destroyed the lesson Zong Zhenglin told her to copy.

Anyway, the man was absorbed in political affairs and had no time to settle with her. Mu Xiyao side body, with a round waist and abdomen slightly block Zong Zhenglin's line of sight, only a force to daub at random, leaving Zong Zhenglin's account behind, and enjoying himself.

Mu Xiyao's heart murmured, who would like to be locked in the study to describe Zong Zhenglin's handwriting? Even the calligraphy of Jian'an emperor in the future will have to be printed to sell at a good price. Now the imperial seal of Chuanguo is still lying on the imperial case of emperor Cheng of Yuan Dynasty. Her idea of saving private goods for herself is not feasible for the time being.

What's more, the wild grass school needs to control the wrist force skillfully, and the heart has a mapping, which is the best. 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 briskly.

She is so diligent, lazy all day long people, not to mention standing, walking and running, only wish that can not lie down the best. With such a lazy disposition, how can Mu Xiyao calm down and practice wild grass? The woman felt that the boss was not good at all. She must not be able to see her live a happy life. She was jealous and made trouble for her.

Mu Xiyao is indignant and has two purposes at one time. He criticizes Zong Zhenglin's stinginess on the one hand, and writes on the other hand. If God helps, he instantly puts all kinds of grievances of the big boss on paper.

Don't dare to mark it clearly. Mu Xiyao's eyes turn and her small shoulders tremble with joy.

Xiao Lei, you can't name a person by name. This is Zong Zhenglin's blatant anger, and his son Chengqing's small face, which looks like 10% of the big boss's face, can make her various metaphors and metaphors insinuate and let her vent happily?

Mu Xiyao openly flatters and becomes more and more interested. She only paints with flying colors. She is so absorbed that she forgets to be aware of the big boss behind her.

Zong Zhenglin didn't feel abnormal at first, but gradually he felt uncomfortable. Why is it suddenly quiet in this noisy study? Looking up at the woman with a look on the other side, his highness raised his eyebrows slightly.

What kind of disposition Mu Xiyao was, it was clear that he was in charge of politics. If this woman could copy cursive script as honestly and peacefully as she is now, he would not have to catch people and put them around him and watch them all the time.

Look at Mu Xiyao a pair of eyes, crystal clear, inside the joy is about to come out. The corners of his lips moved slightly. It was obvious that the master was working hard to restrain himself. He still remembered that he could not laugh to disturb others.

Zong Zhenglin's Feng eyes narrowed slightly. Now he did not understand that the woman must have done something shady, and was too slow. Only by looking at her sneaky appearance, we can see that she must be strange again.Although she was often admonished that she could not be too lazy, zongzhenglin loved her lazy nature. As in the present, it is impossible to be able to see zongzhenglin if he can not see it.

Moxiyao is like a spring, except for the various kinds of oppressive feelings of zongzhenglin in imagination. Even when boss picks up her, all kinds of angry and helpless expressions are vividly depicted and vivid.

"Jiao Jiao is not afraid of the fire on the head of this hall too hot?" Zongzhenglin, with a black face, stood behind her for a long time.

At first, I didn't understand that it was greasy. With moxiyao writing more and more fascinating, zongzhenglin finally found that the woman wrote all kinds of "little people" who were trying to make a reference. Or It was just borrowing him out of breath!

Moxiyao is not small, in addition to a variety of black and angry, the next left annotations specially made notes.

Zongzhenglin was the most dark face, which was the woman who added a fire to her head, and lined the angry man with more and more anger. The next note: "braised lion head!"

"How?" Moxiyao instinctively replied, just opened a head next to the painting, but suddenly stopped, then bared and breathed, and the brush on his hand trembled slightly.

After that, boss grabbed the bag on the spot. Moxiyao back to zongzhenglin, bitter face, with the a frown. Boss can do martial arts. Walk without wind! Why can't this magic killer mace fail?

"Highness ~ ~" back to smile like a woman of spring flowers, will brush at will throw, hands around behind the man robust waist.

"Cheng Qing must be so lovely when he grows up. How do you think of my work?" My highness, I painted a small bag, not you. You should only do it yourself once, and you can't hurt a lot of face.

Mu Xiyao toots to show zongzhenglin to bow down, and then sees that man is very cooperative, will face to her.

Moxiyao is sweet and greasy, and holding zongzhenglin on his cheek is a heavy kiss. After that, Wang Ming Mou looks forward to seeing him Fengmu, as if zongzhenglin does not approve, and moxiyao will be very disappointed.

"Delicate." The voice of the sixth highness was warm and mellow, holding her in her arms, only in the place where moxiyao could not see, and the smile in the eyes of the Phoenix melted. "Sincere celebration neck, no delicate give ring." The only one that can make zongzhenglin eliminate fire is that the sun and the sun are covered by all kinds of things, but they have not forgotten the necklace with the coating of flowers.

Moxiyao eyes open, looking back silly to look at the neck of every small person on the drawing, indeed, they wear a sketch of accessories. Looking up to zongzhenglin, he looked at him with a deep sense of interest. Moxiyao hated that he could not immediately set a dog walking collar for his son.

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