Chapter 227 Opposite

"Your Highness, this concubine suddenly feels that the prince is a little free." Standing outside the door waiting for the carriage with Zong Zhengming's arm, Mu Xiyao spoke to him with a suppressed voice. The malicious gaze behind her made the jade pendant on her chest slightly warm.

Sensing Zong Zhenghui peeping from behind, Zong Zhengming leaned over to her ear, "Do you not want him to be clean?" The two seemed to be close, but what they said had nothing to do with their appearance.

"It's better to live a clean life as a concubine. The prince should be busy with family and country affairs." The Zhangtai incident fit into her heart.

Zong Zhengming smiled knowingly, and readily agreed, "Take it as a gift in return, and it should be as you wish."

Mu Xiyao's eyebrows were raised slightly, and her eyebrows and eyes were crooked when she smiled. "Your Highness, your calculations are really good." It was originally Zongzheng who picked the best deal, so where is her extra benefit?

Stretching out his hand to push down her hood that was lifted slightly by the wind, Zong Zhengming smiled meaningfully, "The concubine's help this time, the sixth brother will benefit a lot." Mu Xiyao is too shrewd to put such a woman in the backyard , It's a pity. This time, he seemed to be helping him with advice, but in fact he benefited the most, none other than Zong Zhenglin.

"Aren't you afraid that because of a small loss, it will cause the hall to secretly guard against it?"

Everyone knows what to be on guard against. When Zong Zhengming said this, Mu Xiyao was a little surprised.

Is the big deal lost? Not necessarily.

"Did Your Highness make a mistake? The affairs of the man's family are tossed out according to his ability. The concubine is happy to have a leisurely time." When she really wants to meddle in other people's business? If it wasn't for the fact that Emperor Yuan Cheng's son was too troublesome, she would have to live comfortably, but she would have to worry about her own future?

Zong Zhengming was puzzled at first. According to her opinion, each depends on his ability, so why does she need to speak up? Only when the last words fell into his ears, did Zong Zhengming suddenly realize that he could not laugh or cry and shook his head again and again.

It was because she was afraid that it would drag her out of leisure and enjoyment... This consideration, even if it is said to be a rainy day, seems to be light in weight.

When Mu Xiyao saw the amused expression in his eyes, she knew that Zong Zhengming understood what she meant. It's a pity that Zong Zhengming still didn't realize that the Zhangtai taxation case would be far beyond his imagination. Otherwise, he wouldn't be in the mood to laugh.

Anyway, the most deadly obstacle has been removed, and Zong Zhengming will see it clearly as the case gradually deepens.

"When the palace is sending the side concubine back to the mansion, how about asking for a cup of tea by the way?"

Talking to Mu Xiyao, it is difficult to get benefits. Zong Zhengming could only use Zong Zhenglin's name to bully her once.

feasible? Of course not! "Your Highness, crossing rivers and destroying bridges does not have a good reputation." Sneaking into the mansion through the corner gate, and bringing Zong Zhengming with him, courting death is not such a way of playing.

Being stared at by Mu Xiyao with bulging eyes, Zong Zhengming smiled heartily. Forget it, not far or near, watching her live a wanton life is already reassuring.

After the attendant stopped the carriage steadily, Zong Zhengming carried her onto the stool.

Mu Xiyao took a step forward, one foot had just landed on the carriage, before she could stand still, she suddenly jumped down.

Zong Zhengming, who was standing by the shaft of the car, was taken aback by the sudden turn of events, and quickly reached out to pick her up to protect him. Before she had time to blame her for being careless, Mu Xiyao broke free from the palm on her waist, and the woman hid behind him in a blink of an eye, pulling his cloak to cover her.

what happened? Who is Mu Xiyao avoiding in such a panic? Zong Zhengming raised his head immediately, but he bumped into a pair of cold eyes.

The two looked at each other for a long time, their expressions were not good-looking. Zong Zhengming frowned, wondering why Zong Zhenglin appeared in front of the door across the street like this.

Mu Xiyao's petite heart jumped up and down. so close! After boarding the carriage, Wei Zhen came out facing him. With Wei Zhen here, how far can Zong Zhenglin go?

Not daring to poke her head rashly, Mu Xiyao stretched out her hand to poke Zong Zhengming's back, "Your Highness, have you left yet?"

Facing the prince, she is still not afraid. But in front of the big boss, before his brain could react, his feet were already rushing to avoid him. Is this a guilty conscience?

After waiting for a long time for Lai Zongzhengming to respond, Mu Xiyao was puzzled and went out to test. The head was only slightly shifted, but out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the light green skirt at the side and rear.

Oops! Mu Xiyao was so anxious and angry that she forgot that Hui Lan was still there. Isn't this dazzling and eye-catching? No matter how she disguised and groomed her, how could Zong Zhenglin fail to recognize her close servant girl! Instinctively, she turned her head to look at Hui Lan, but saw that girl's face was pale, and her eyes were wide open, as if shocked and frightened.

Are you afraid of being like this? Could it be that Zong Zhenglin's face was rather ugly?

Mu Xiyao's body trembled, she quickly stopped her movements, and obediently hid behind Zong Zhengming, her mind spinning rapidly.

Being recognized by that man is a certainty. Mu Xiyao hesitated whether to go out and admit her mistake. If I had known this scene would happen, what kind of servant girl would I bring, and I would commit evil myself!

Before she could think of a proper solution, there was a sound behind her that she wished she could not silence.

"Hey, they are all gathered here, today is a coincidence." The prince had already climbed to the second floor to listen to the report from his followers, but Zong Zhenglin also came outside the door, so he turned around to join in the fun.

"Why, Lao Liu always takes your delicate beauty with you when you go out. You are not afraid of people talking about hugging and hugging on the street?"

Mu Xiyao was stunned by the prince's words.

"Your delicate beauty" Who is this referring to? "Cuddle and hug"? Looking back at Huilan's expression, could it be...

She is not the only one who "red apricot cheated"? Mu Yaonu first thought that maybe she could be sent down lightly.

"Why is this concubine, fifth brother, hiding behind others? The two sisters don't even say hello when they meet?" Seeing Zong Zhenglin's face turned frosty, the crown prince said something casually when he saw Zong Zhenglin's face was frosty, and he was bored, as if he had found a way for himself.

Mu Xiyao closed her eyes, she hated nothing more than this. It's all over! Not only was it exposed by that ignorant person, but even the "concubine concubine" was pointed out. Will Zong Zhenglin be so angry that he will ground her from now on?

"Ms. Mu's body is weak and cannot be blown by the wind." Zong Zhengming felt that Mu Xiyao's fingers holding the cloak suddenly became weak, and mistakenly thought that she was too severely hit by the scene in front of him, and Zong Zhenglin's eyes became more and more unkind.

He coldly glanced at Zong Zhenglin's chest, the woman wrapped more tightly than a cloak. With sharp eyes, he untied the tie of the cloak, reached out and pulled Mu Xiyao into his arms, and tightly protected her with the cloak.

When he looked at Zong Zhenglin again, his eyes were already solemn.

"The sisters' house is polite, so there's no need to pick this time. There are too many people outside, so it's not suitable."

Not only to deal with the prince, but also to rescue Mu Xiyao. Speaking, in what capacity? Can that woman be worthy of Mu Xiyao's "Second Sister"?

Looking across the street from Zong Zhenglin, the atmosphere between the two was frighteningly cold. Even Zong Zhenghui, who wanted to take the opportunity to ridicule the two of them by joining in the fun, noticed something was wrong.

Mu Xiyao blinked stupidly, and was changed positions in the blink of an eye, and was still lying in the arms of the man next to her... Perhaps, pretending to be dead is a bit redundant at this time.

Only then did he catch a quick glimpse, her boss was holding a woman in his arms, covered with a silver-gray cloak, except for a pair of crimson embroidered shoes, he couldn't see clearly.

The most frightening thing was His Highness Six's eyes. You said that you are warm, fragrant and soft in your arms, isn't that expression too scary? And you stared at my concubine like this, and I didn't feel guilty. At best, we are half-baked.

Accustomed to grabbing Zongzheng Lin's crown belt, Mu Xiyao easily grabbed Zongzheng Mingming's yellow silk belt, and discussed with him in a low voice with her face up.

"Your Highness, shall we go first? This concubine's legs are really sore. If it's not possible, why don't you put my concubine in the carriage and greet those two?" an explanation...

"What are you afraid of?" Zong Zhengming clearly disagreed with her avoiding it first.

If she turned around and left at this time, it would appear that Mu Xiyao's momentum was weak. Zong Zhenglin cuddled with women in the street, as the concubine of the family, Mu Xiyao didn't have to back down like this.

Mu Xiyao lost her temper after being asked. Well, this really can't be explained! She could feel Zong Zhengming's good intentions, but the matter might not be so simple.

Others don't know Zong Zhenglin's temper, so how can she not. With his domineering temperament, how can he let the man next to him take advantage of his woman? The last time she showed her head while wearing embroidered shoes, she was taught a lesson by Zong Zhenglin. Like this, Da Lala was outside with a pair of embroidered shoes, ignoring others to look at her, obviously Zong Zhenglin didn't pay attention.

In other words, the woman he cares about has to be careful all the time. With Zong Zhengming hugging her like this, there will be no good fruit to eat when she goes back!

Mu Xiyao suddenly felt chilly all over her body, so she hurriedly disappeared from the Prince's eyes and stayed away from Zong Zhengming's side. Just looking at Zong Zhenglin's cold and phoenix eyes, Mu Xiyao seemed to see the fierce look of the big boss bursting into anger.

"Your Highness, would you like to send this concubine away first?" Mu Xiyao raised her eyes pitifully, anxiously tugging on Zongzheng Ming's crown belt.

Zong Zhenglin's face was so cold that he seemed to freeze him. A cold light flashed in the phoenix's eyes, staring at Mu Xiyao's little hand without moving for a moment.

Great...going out of the house behind his back to have a private meeting with a man. Until now, I still don't know that life and death are so close, really damn it!

Zong Zhengming's heart was softened by the eagerness in Mu Xiyao's eyes, and he finally let go and held her arm, helping her to board the carriage.

"The concubine concubine of this hall is not feeling well, so I will take my leave first." After leaving a not-too-kind greeting, Zong Zhengming opened the curtain to let Mu Xiyao go first, and then entered.

The prince thoughtfully looked at Zong Zhenglin, who was obviously suppressing his anger, and wondered why the two of them had conflicts.

Zong Zhenglin's face was tense, seeing Zong Zhengming taking Mu Xiyao away gradually, the anger in his chest became more and more uncontrollable.

"Your Highness, the carriage has arrived." Wei Zhen replied tremblingly with his head bowed. Going back to the mansion now, Wei Zhen couldn't imagine what kind of shock it would be.

That...is Master Yao, right? Being protected by the Fifth Highness in front of His Highness, this disaster is too big...

Zong Zhenglin hugged the person into the car without saying a word, and took a last look at the prince, but he was extremely silent.

Zong Zhenghui was slapped in the face twice, snorted coldly, turned around and entered the vegetarian restaurant. Before the food was ready, the waiter came hurriedly, sweating profusely, with a look of panic.

"Your Highness, something serious happened!"

After listening to the report from the servants, the prince was so angry that he smashed the tea bowl with a bang.

"You bastard, he dares to move even the lonely ones! I'm so ambitious!"

Zhou Bingquan is really good. Telling him to tie someone up, and even daring to do it privately without telling him, he deserved to be beaten to death by Zong Zhenglin.

"What about the woman? Where is she now?"

"By..., taken away by His Highness the Sixth Highness." The attendant was sweating and shivering with fear.

"What!" Zong Zhenghui jumped up and kicked the case. Pacing back and forth in the room, and finally calmed down, he suddenly remembered the woman in Zong Zhenglin's arms.

Could it be that the person just now was Chunyu Yao? The prince was so angry that his face was extremely ferocious.

No wonder that person was hiding his head and showing his tail, and was tightly guarded by Zong Zhenglin. Actually in front of him, he snatched away the life he had tried so hard to get. Is Zong Zhenglin deliberately tearing face off with him, confronting him openly?

The more he thought about it, the more useless he became, Zong Zhenghui kicked that attendant hard from the bottom of his heart.

"A bunch of trash, get out!"

This Zong Zhenghui was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood, while Zong Zhenglin over there was also furious.

"Wei Zhen, send this person back." Just after finishing speaking, the person has already opened the curtain and left.

Ordering Wei Zhen to dismount, Zong Zhenglin turned on his own and got on the horse, and gave the horse a gallop.

Wei Zhen stared blankly at His Highness galloping away in the busy city, and then looked in that direction... Ji Lingling shuddered.

Master Yao, you are asking for blessings.