Chapter 292 Deep

After returning to the courtyard, Zong Zhenglin strongly rejected Mu Xiyao's sincere advice to clean up the house for him. What's the use of returning to the mansion if he lives in a separate room.

At this moment, the little woman was anxious to visit her son, which happened to give him a free time.

"how?"

"The emperor intends to let His Highness the Eighth Highness enter the main household department to check the grain and silver, and attaches great importance to Chen Tingyu's invitation. Tomorrow morning, the imperial decree will be issued." Suddenly there was an extra person in the room, wrapped in a black strong suit, thin and capable.

Zongzheng Lin's phoenix eyes brightened, and the corners of his mouth were raised. "Excellent, keep an eye on it."

Obtaining His Highness's order, the commander of the dark guard bowed and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

When he got the news, he "got sick" early. After more than half a month, the job really fell on Zong Zhenghan. Want to join forces with the prince? Just relying on the money of the envoy in the household department, this job is not so easy to bear.

The clues to the Liuzhou case have emerged. In order to protect himself, the prince had to have a fight with Zong Zhenghan if he had to bear the pain and break his arm. Sometimes it will be a scene of brothers and sisters or a dog bites a dog, Zong Zhenglin is looking forward to it very much.

But when the imperial decree is issued tomorrow, the little girl will probably notice it immediately. This illness made her temper a little softer. Tomorrow... His Highness the Sixth Highness will have quite a headache.

Carrying the tray into the room, seeing that he was still in good spirits, Mu Xiyao twisted the towel, smeared soap on him, and carefully shaved his beard with a razor.

The two sat facing each other, the kang table in the middle was removed, and they crossed their legs together, looking very intimate from the side.

There was a window on one side, and the spring day was warm and warm, and Zong Zhenglin closed his eyes comfortably. She was surrounded by her sweet scent, his chin was supported by his small hand, Mu Xiyao's knuckles slid gently across his face, and the razor was cool to shave.

Except for her, no one could hold the blade so close to his throat.

He believed in her, but he couldn't just sit back and watch her secretly squander the trust he had given her. The phoenix eyes are slightly opened, the woman in front of her has delicate eyebrows and eyes, her face is calm and her expression is focused.

While she was on her side to wipe the saponins, Zong Zhenglin put his hands around her waist and gently pulled her into his arms.

Mu Xiyao was shocked, and quickly raised the razor high, keeping it as far away from him as possible. If he was careless and hurt him in the slightest, his father would not settle accounts with her!

Seeing her avoiding in panic, the worry in her eyes was obvious, Zong Zhenglin's heart was soft, and a smile gradually appeared on his face with soap horns.

"Don't be afraid, Jiaojiao won't hurt the hall."

Mu Xiyao put down the razor, turned around and looked at him fiercely. "Of course my concubine can't compare to Your Highness's skill!" It's also not as good as your father's words, and human life is worthless. What's more, Mu Xiyao was still worried about this man's tricks on her.

Angrily kneading his handsome face, two small hands rubbed Zong Zhenglin's face with all kinds of embarrassing expressions, Mu Xiyao's face was sullen, and she was a little relieved.

From now on, she is also a person with capital. When bragging, you can say the last sentence: cold and hard as Emperor Jian'an, not a concubine——Rub the ball and flatten it!

Thinking of it this way, the previous gloom was swept away. To be cheated by the emperor is justified. Being used by the emperor is a matter of course. Only she, who is so condescending and presses him to do anything wrong, is the most intriguing thing. At least among the many novels she has read, none of the favorite concubines takes pleasure in pinching the emperor.

"Jiaojiao." Zong Zhenglin's tone was dangerous.

"You have rough skin and thick flesh, I have to use more force." Thickness on the face, isn't it a curse word? Mu Xiyao said it smoothly, without thinking too much. It's a pity that His Highness Sixth Highness's quick thinking did not miss her meaning.

When she was about to strike again, Zong Zhenglin suddenly raised his face, and just pressed it straight to her face.

The right face was wet and sticky, and Mu Xiyao screamed and wanted to jump away. However, Zong Zhenglin grabbed the back of his head and switched sides to continue doing evil.

"Happy with you." The man chuckled in his ear, and Mu Xiyao shouted loudly in disgust, only to hear Zhao Nanny and Wei Zhen who were guarding outside the door greatly relieved.

Is this a sign of rain?

"Smelly and disgusting!"

"Jiaojiao evens out some fragrance and this hall is also good."

There was laughter and humor in the room, and the two looked at each other in dismay. Seems like this is going too fast. Layers of haze, turned into sweet oil?

In the night, Zong Zhenglin was very honest, he didn't do anything other than have a sex addiction.

Facts have proved that this man has a guilty conscience! It also indirectly refuted the conjectures of Mother Zhao and Wei Zhen. After the layers of haze, it should be a thunderstorm.

With a livid face, Mu Xiyao stared at the person on the bed who was still "sick and will take care of her", and she almost vomited blood from anger.

I thought she was the one who was confident and wise. Today, we know that this man has a plan long ago, and everything is just following the trend.

When will Chen Tingyu ask to play on the table? Before the bachelor banquet! Zong Zhenglin knew that besides him, the only people that Emperor Yuancheng wanted to choose to be in charge of the household department were Zong Zhengming and Zong Zheng Han. It's a pity that Zong Zhengming's subordinates have already been on business in Liuzhou. In order to avoid suspicion, Emperor Yuan Cheng's eyes will only fall on him and Zong Zhenghan. So the man exerted his strength early and plucked himself clean.

This bastard made her think of herself for a long time, and she didn't know how many jokes he saw. The most hateful thing is that he is still cooperating with her, allowing her to succeed in all her little tricks!

What is pressing on the top of the mountain? It is obvious that Wuzhishan is firmly pressing on her half of her body, unable to move! Now that the dust has settled, he is good at acting, and naturally he is very harmonious with her.

According to this man's dark belly, she was thinking about Chunyu Yao's matter in her heart, so she might have been plotted by him again!

"Jiaojiao, it's true that I'm sick. It's also true that I hate you for acting behind your back." Zong Zhenglin remained calm and patiently reasoned with her.

It was a little bullying her. But when I left, all my thoughts were sincere, without any falsehood. Seeing her cleverness and fighting against him, it's not without real anger. When I was most annoyed, I almost couldn't hold back and went back and arrested someone to deal with it severely.

Both love and hatred are caused by her. Even if he is in control of the overall situation, there is still such a person who makes him helpless.

Mu Xiyao was sitting on the small stool, tender and soft, looking at Zong Zhenglin more and more aggrieved.

The man got angry at her, and she also felt anxious sometimes. How did he know that he still had the intention to play tricks, which only made her busy in the house, but didn't get any real benefits. The only proud "handling" was that he deliberately accommodated, with a hint of appeasement in it.

The little nose twitched, and the tears fell straight down.

Zong Zhenglin had never seen Mu Xiyao like this before. Immediately changed his expression.

He propped himself up and sat on the edge of the bed, stretched his arms and hugged the shrunken person tightly in his arms. Brows furrowed, jaw tensed.

He had never been impatient with women crying, so naturally no one dared to get in trouble in front of him. Where does it look like the one in my arms, the pear blossoms with rain do not touch the edges at all, the small mouth is constricted, and the whole face is out of shape.

What made Zong Zhenglin worry the most was that this always cunning man didn't know if it was on purpose or not, at first he wept silently, then he fell on his chest, and suddenly he wailed loudly, with snot and tears pouring all over his robe.

People who love cleanliness on weekdays have to change their clothes immediately even if they get wet in the rain. Now holding a sloppy woman in his arms, Zong Zhenglin couldn't let go no matter what.

His complexion was extremely ugly, His Highness the Sixth Highness was completely unable to resist Mu Xiyao's crying posture for the first time. My heart tightened, and as she sobbed, I felt sore.