Chapter 398 Timing
In the front yard of the East Palace, Cheng Qing, who was six years old at the time, and his younger brother Cheng You, who was one year younger than him, were squatting on horseback, with their fists clasped at their waists, and following Yan Chengzhou's command, they punched alternately from left to right. Both of them were half-grown children, wearing clothes for morning exercises that Mu Xiyao asked someone to sew. Ordinary plain cotton material, very close to the body, light and durable.
When it was first made, the two little buns pouted, and the eldest was not happy.
Pair of plackets, ties, and leggings. Not to mention the style, I didn't even see any embroidery. Usually, everyone is dressed in brocade clothes, and there are only two young masters in the East Palace, who are used to holding them. When the old ancestor was still alive, he loved these two little ones especially, and the concubine Shu was even more eyeball-like. It's very tightly guarded.
Cheng Qing was better, knowing her mother's temper, except for slightly frowning, he didn't say a word. He only planned to go to his father, put on the clothes and walk twice. This attire definitely won't catch his father's eyes, there is always room for change.
But Chengyou was impatient. As soon as I saw this dress, I quit immediately. With a puckered mouth and a slumped face, he threw away his hands in disgust. He was really awkward, his body twisted like a twist, and he refused to wear this "servant's clothes" on his body.
How old is a little hairy kid, crawling and rolling in the yard in the morning, practicing real skills, who cares about dressing decently and extravagantly? At such a young age, she has developed a distorted temper, thinking that she has the support of her own father, so she can do nothing for the two of them?
Mu Xiyao looked at the stern-faced elder son, and then at the younger son who was named Zong Zhengmin by the old man, her beautiful eyes gradually narrowed.
That night when His Royal Highness the Crown Prince returned to the palace, he saw the woman on the tip of her heart looking lonely, stroking the children's clothes on the brocade couch in a daze. It wasn't until he raised his eyes and saw him entering the room that he quickly restrained his expression, hurriedly greeted him with a smile, and never mentioned any troubles.
Cheng Qing Chengyou, who just finished school the next day, was called to the study by Zong Zhenglin to give him a severe reprimand. The father and son were locked inside for half an hour, and Empress Liang didn't ask much about how the crown prince taught the son. Only very happy with the result.
The two boys obeyed obediently, put on coarse cloth shirts, and obediently followed Commander Yan to lay the groundwork.
The son listened, and the leather whip went down, and the jujube had to be rewarded. The master of Palace Huiyi only devoted herself to serving the crown prince, but in a blink of an eye, she begged her son for two imperial horses that Wu Zhaoda paid tribute to. He also specially raised a pony in the stables of the East Palace, and told the two little buns to obediently obey from time to time because of the benefits in front of them.
After that, Chengyou, who was not as clever as Chengqing, also understood the truth. The mother can't contradict her, annoy her, and the father who supported her in the past is not expected.
After two years of practicing martial arts like this, the two of them have already formed the habit of getting up early and going to the front yard to find Yan Chengzhou to practice with. Normally, the prince's father would give some pointers from the sidelines. If he didn't see anyone, it was Mu Xiu. That man usually stays with his mother, and has no time to talk to the two of them.
In the inner room of the main hall of Huiyi Palace, inside the concubine Xiang's color warm tent, Mu Xiyao wrapped in a warm quilt, wrapped around the warm and warm man beside her, domineering her.
In the early spring morning, snuggling against his chest, dodging laziness is so comfortable.
"Don't let go." Before he opened his eyes, his temper had already come up. The little half of his body pressed down on his arm, very rascal.
Zong Zhenglin traced her eyebrows and eyes with his fingertips. This woman, with a flushed face, was only wearing a baggy upper body. It was he who, after venting twice last night, suppressed the dissatisfaction that was still ready to move, and tied a knot for her to hang on the back of her neck.
At this moment, she twisted her body and rubbed it to one side. The scenery inside is so beautiful that he couldn't move his eyes away.
This goblin came to seduce him early in the morning.
The man leaned over to enclose her earlobe, and his palms dishonestly reached under his body. As soon as he touched her skin, he suddenly realized that this woman was naked. That's right, he couldn't bear to tear off her panties at night, and rubbing her panties again at this moment would be more than ecstasy.
"Jiaojiao." Leaning close to her neck and kissing lightly, Zong Zhenglin's voice was hoarse, and his phoenix eyes were as dark as ink.
The queen mother's funeral has not yet passed, but there is still this irresistible goblin around him to torture him, even if it is only one month, it will be a year, and because of the anger under him, he didn't really touch her, and he was more thirsty for her Terribly.
"Huh?" Mu Xiyao twisted her body to dodge from his itchy neck. The knee touched something, and the bad thing throbbed twice against the side of her leg. She slapped his evil palm away on her chest, and deliberately touched his work with her feet. "Still following the rules."
The voice was soft and soft, delicately piercing into his ears, with the peculiar stickiness of the morning. The little woman refused, but her fleshy toes gently rubbed his calf, which only made his stomach twitch, making him very uncomfortable.
"January is here, it's just you and me here. Jiaojiao agrees, it's good to quench your hunger and thirst a little bit." While talking, he pulled the corner of the quilt, as if losing patience.
This man... Panting, his eyes were rubbed open. Mu Xiyao glanced at him with watery eyes and a charming expression, which made Zong Zhenglin fall in love with him to the bone.
"Didn't my concubine just serve you last night?" Although he really went in without asking him, he did vent his anger.
"It's still not enough. I can't help but touch it when I think about it..."
"Mr. will be here later, don't you have important matters to discuss today?" The matters he discussed with the Fifth Dynasty recently are all of great importance. Mu Xiyao faintly felt that maybe, at that time, it was not far away.
Since the Queen Mother passed away, Emperor Yuan Cheng mourned greatly. Three days after the emperor left the court, Yujia personally sent the queen mother into the imperial tomb, where she was buried near Gaozong and a new tomb was erected.
The ancestral system of the Great Wei Dynasty is humble but not respectful. The one buried in the same cave as Emperor Gaozong was the birth mother of Emperor Cheng of the Yuan Dynasty, the Empress Zhou of the Yuan Dynasty.
Since that day, the old man has been a vegetarian for three months to express his condolences. At the beginning of the nineteenth year, the four states in the eastern part of the Wei Dynasty were hit by a rare snowstorm. Emperor Yuan Cheng worked on state affairs day and night, and even Zong Zhenglin stayed in the East Nuan Pavilion for half a month, never returning to the palace.
He had to worry about state affairs, but he also felt deeply guilty about the Queen Mother's death. When the Empress Dowager was in critical condition, Emperor Yuan Cheng was leading all his ministers to hunt in Xishan. When I got the news in the evening, I just got cold at night, but I didn't expect to have a high fever in the middle of the night. After the emperor hurried back to the palace, the Empress Dowager Jin was already holding her last breath.
After hearing the emperor call "Mother Queen", the person lying on the phoenix bed suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and opened his eyes slightly. The wish is fulfilled, but if you can't hold on anymore, there is still a smile on your mouth, you can't wake up anymore...
Emperor Yuan Cheng was so depressed that he devoted himself to political affairs regardless of his health. After all, he is old, how can he stand such a toss. After working for less than ten days, he passed out in the morning court and fainted in the Qinzheng Hall.
The crown prince acts as an agent of the government, and the vassal kings who were enfeoffed two years ago, especially Xibianer, have made frequent moves. That person was like a lurking ferocious beast, finally found the opportunity and opened his minions.