Chapter 373 Slanted Bun

"Prince, are you busy today?" Hurry up if you have political affairs, don't stay in the house and harm my concubine's hair.

"Don't call me 'Master' anymore?" With a handful of black hair exuding a faint bamboo fragrance in his hand, Zong Zhenglin took the comb, with a focused expression that penetrated from the tip of her hair, extremely patient. He picked out embarrassing words out of his mouth, which was obviously intended to tease people.

Who forced her to yell non-stop last night? That ruthlessness, Mu Xiyao patted her lower back, and gave her a small look from the bronze mirror, very annoyed.

Knowing that he was standing behind him, looking down, he couldn't see her expression clearly in the mirror, but this woman winked, and looked down spontaneously, Xiao Qiong's nose twitched, and her lips opened and closed. In particular, when the back of the hand touched the base of the ear, it felt slightly hot.

Embarrassed again... The crown prince teased people, and his mood became more relaxed.

"That one yesterday, that one..." He gestured with both hands, even if he tied his hair in a bun, he was dishonest.

"Last night, I didn't have time to tell Jiaojiao about it." Zong Zhenglin didn't change his face, and he didn't feel guilty. After trying several times, she finally clumsily tied her hair into a bun and finished it with a bun. "Before entering the palace, the deacon and eunuch must give the family name Wei." He picked out a plum hairpin to go with it, and looked at her for a moment, but the man left her and went to the outer room by himself.

Seeing his back disappear, the first thing Mu Xiyao did was to quickly reach out and touch the side of the top of her head carefully. Fortunately, although Huilan's grooming was not as well-groomed, it didn't hinder her movements.

This head is at ease, and he chews the word "Wei" in a low voice. At first the voice was still in his mouth, then he gritted his teeth with a very fierce expression.

"Before entering the palace" the surname Wei is given, which has a deep meaning.

The secrets hidden by the chess pieces of Duke Wei's mansion unexpectedly escaped the bloody investigation in the Forbidden Palace last time when Emperor Yuan Cheng mobilized his troops. The power of the hereditary Jinjue is indeed very deep.

I don't know if it is true that the mansion of An Guogong in Xishan has not left any disasters.

He propped his chin up on his elbow, and stared at Jinping with his head sideways. No wonder he is so confident that he can toss around at night. The daily life is in the hands of his own people, and the prince "knows people and handles them well", and he is very capable.

That man knew that she had been worrying all day yesterday, and kept her voice down, yet he was forced to be anxious by him. Did he feel complacent just looking at the uncomfortable energy at that time?

When Zong Zhenglin entered the room again, he was caught by Mu Xiyao's vicious eyes.

Talk to her at this time, this woman appointed to pester her and make a fuss. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince pretended not to be aware that she saw through yesterday's hidden selfishness, and only raised her chin close to her, with deep and dark eyes.

"Today is also elegant, lonely and delicate with hairpins." With a wave of the robe covered by wide sleeves, Mu Xiyao suddenly realized that Zong Zhenglin had twisted a flower in Zong Zhenglin's hand, which was in full bloom, a lavender anemone with mullein.

The branch gently pushed her into her bun, and the man's palm ran down the profile, holding her cheek and looking at her for a long time. At the end, she praised freely, "Jiao'e with a slanted bun..."

Leaning close to her lips, Zong Zhenglin smiled. "Didn't Concubine Liang say this for Gu Quan?"

More than that - brazen.

Mu Xiyao blushed, knowing that he had no good intentions. She got up early this morning and was sleepy in the house, so she was waiting here.

Touching the corner of her lips lightly, the prince got up and raised his eyebrows at her just now after being tainted with the fragrance of a beauty. "It's easy to get angry in summer. I have been thinking about the emerald lotus seeds for many days, and I still need to trouble Liangdi." After speaking, he lifted up the hem of his clothes, and walked out the door with a straight posture.

Emerald lotus seeds? Mu Xiyao's eyes suddenly brightened. After a while, I moved closer to the bronze mirror and looked around.

The woman in the mirror has crooked eyebrows and well-dressed makeup. The most outstanding thing is the touch of softness on the bun.

"Hui Lan!" She raised her voice to call the maidservant to enter the door, Mu Xiyao got up and personally picked out a palace dress with dark flowers and brocade, and when she looked back, she was full of pride. "Send a message to the dining room, starting today, there is no need to send food to Huiyi Palace."

Hui Lan was half squatting to wait for her to change clothes, but when she heard this, she suddenly raised her head, her eyes were full of surprise. "master?"

"The prince is greedy, thinking about the food made in the small kitchen at home." Playing with the tassels on her waist, Mu Xiyao lowered her eyelids. When that man was leaving just now, he raised his eyebrows so coquettishly...

The second half of the sentence "Jiao'e in a slanted bun", I'm afraid the crown prince would like to fuck like this.

——"Late at night".

Before noon, the East Palace had already spread the news. The master's son-in-law set up a small kitchen for Di Liangdi Mu's. From then on, besides the princess, there was another master in charge of eating by himself in the crown prince's womb.

He Lian's needlework hands froze, but she laughed lightly and didn't get entangled in this matter any more.

By virtue of her status as a princess, she deserves to be dignified and dignified. Compared with that woman, it's always justified!

Wan Jingwen held her breath, and was very unwilling to see Zong Zhenglin's grace before he ascended the throne. It has only been a few days since he entered the East Palace, but the woman has already taken charge of the most important small kitchen.

For women in the harem, the easiest way to fight openly and secretly is to start with food. I heard that it was Tian Fushan who personally picked up the old man Danruoyuan from the mansion into the palace. With such strict defense, Wan Jingwen almost didn't have to think about it, but Zong Zhenglin didn't need to explain to the palace at all.

No matter how unruly it is to have two sons on the knees of Mrs. Mu, it is the heirs of the prince and grandpa who matter most. What's more, there is a concubine Shu who protects the emperor's grandson and eyeballs in the palace.

After dealing with the government affairs, Zong Zhenglin took Wei Zhen, under the pretext of inspecting the defense of the capital, sneaked into an alley halfway, and disappeared for a while.

"His Royal Highness." Yugu put down the medicine pestle, unexpectedly he came at this moment.

With a relaxed look and a slight nod, Zong Zhenglin cut to the chase, "Where is the man?"

"Your Highness, please move, and I will arrange it immediately."

Leaving Wei Zhen behind, Zong Zhenglin followed Yu Gu into a courtyard alone. Waiting in the cubicle for a while, suddenly heard a woman laughing outside through the thick curtain.

"Sister Fang plays the pipa very well. I am really envious of the teacher's award today. The reward at the end of the month is worth thirty taels of silver."

"You have such a tricky mouth, don't you remember that you danced in neon clothes and broke Mr. Xue's waist?"

"I can't even slap my mouth!"

The two were laughing and joking, but the other woman suddenly vomited sour water. "Sister Chongguang is the one who is amazing. She recites poems and composes the right words. Her benefactors are all literati. I can't match her."

Yugu gently lifted up a landscape painting on the wall, and the two small holes on the back of the mung bean were just enough for people to see clearly.

Zong Zhenglin glanced over and finally landed on the last person. She wore a light blue floor-length gauze skirt with a ponytail. Originally almond eyes, but now they are drawn narrow and long like red phoenix eyes. He is slimmer, much thinner than before. Only those eyes, so that he can not be mistaken.

excellent. The woman who was abandoned by Zongzheng Han actually took shelter under the roof of Zongzheng Lin. After that, there are some women who shoot openly and covertly, and their words are clever. There was no need to stay any longer, and he waved his hand to ask Yugu to put down the scroll, and the two left quietly through the side door.

Shigemitsu? Good name.

"The concubine has an embroidered waist jacket, and the luxuriant luxuriant self-generated light." The luxuriant luxuriant is gorgeous and bright, and radiant by itself.

"On her paper contract of sale, her surname was taken away because she was a criminal slave, and only her fingerprints were left on it. Please trouble Your Highness to go there."

"It's okay, it's worth it." Zong Zhenglin's eyes shifted with interest.

His eighth brother probably only wanted to send this woman into the fire pit. But no matter what, he couldn't guess that Helian Weirui was even more cruel to himself than him.

Shigemitsu? Rediscover the brilliance. He wants to see if this light will fulfill that woman's determination, or fulfill his Zong Zhenglin's further progress...