The Beloved Imperial Consort - Chapter 183

[183. Chapter 183 Failure]

“Miss, are you okay?” Xue Qin dared to test carefully through the screen.

“Very good. You go out.” Helian Weirui ordered calmly. There was no fluctuation in his tone, and it seemed that the thing just now had never happened.

Being pushed back by the master, Xue Qin was relieved, and lightly cleaned up the smashed tea cup in the house. She slowly closed the door and looked in from the gradually closing door, only to feel that the room suddenly became dark, and her master disappeared in the darkness.

Concubine…

The only word that kept surging in Helian Weirui’s mind was the word “serving concubine”. Her dignified daughter of the Helian family was actually given to Zong Zhenghan as a concubine! Or Yuan Chengdi personally pointed to the palace!

If you get the imperial decree to marry and enter the Eighth Prince’s Mansion as a side concubine, it will be a great grace today. It’s a pity that her status was so low that she couldn’t even bring her dowry maid with her. She actually exchanged her status as a mere plaything in exchange for the imperial decree. . This time, it was just a little punishment, and it refuted the wealth and power she had been looking forward to for a long time.

Mu Xiyao! Helian Weirui felt a bloody pain in her heart.

I thought that she had broken her plan, but unexpectedly fell into the other side’s calculations again. This time, it was powerless. Fighting wild geese all day long, but in the end, he is the best at conspiracy and tricks!

Mu Xiyao is shrewd, and even Yuan Chengdi’s thoughts can be guessed. From this point of view, Zong Zhengying’s scandal must be exposed by her. Borrowing the anger of today’s thunder, she took advantage of the fire to burn her side concubine dream to ashes. The woman’s revenge was also vicious.

This is because Helian Weirui ignored Zong Zhengying’s indelible achievements in it. No matter how powerful Mu Xiyao was, he couldn’t just rely on Zong Zhengying’s visit to the Shuxiang Pavilion to confine her, and even more provoked Yuan Chengdi’s anger, and even followed Helian Weirui with bad luck.

According to Mu Xiyao’s previous assumptions, after this incident, Zong Zhengying thought about it behind closed doors, Miss Helian, although the side concubine is out of reach, it is not a problem to find a concubine.

Now thanks to the biggest accident in this matter, the fourth princess “set herself on fire” in front of Emperor Yuancheng. After this game, Mu Xiyao won a big victory, which is so majestic.

The woman smiled brightly in front of Zong Zhenglin, and couldn’t help but tease, “Concubine understands, the fourth princess is His Highness’s deeply buried chess piece, she is a good person to help her at the critical moment.”

“Jiaojiao looks like this, Let this hall think of a saying – the villain is successful.” Zong Zhenglin immersed himself in reviewing the documents, accompanied Mu Xiyao by his side, but repeatedly disturbed the affairs and paid little attention. Now that she is really arrogant, she speaks out against the little woman’s arrogance.

The stinky man didn’t say a word for a long time, but when he was happy, he came out to spoil the fun. Mu Xiyao drew a cross on the rice paper, and destroyed the homework that Zong Zhenglin had instructed her to copy.

Anyway, the man was concentrating on political affairs and had no time to settle with her. Mu Xiyao leaned to the side and slightly blocked Zong Zhenglin’s sight with her round waist and abdomen.

Mu Xiyao muttered to herself, who wants to be locked up in the study to copy Zong Zhenglin’s handwriting? Even if it is the future Jian’an Emperor’s calligraphy, it will have to be printed to sell for a good price. Now that Chuan Guoyuxi is still lying on the court case of Emperor Yuancheng, her idea of saving her own goods temporarily does not work.

Besides, the mad grass faction requires arm control to be handy, and it is best to have a map in the heart. 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, galloping fast.

She is so inattentive, a lazy person all day long, not to mention standing, walking and running, but wishing she could lie down. With such a lazy temperament, how could Mu Xiyao calm down and practice wild grass? This woman only thinks that the boss has bad intentions, she must not see her living a happy life, she is jealous, and makes things difficult for her.

Mu Xiyao was indignant, and she was doing two things with one heart. While slandering Zong Zhenglin for being stingy, while writing down if there was divine help, all the grievances and beggings of the Big Boss were instantly put on paper.

Not daring to clearly mark this as a picture of the boss, Mu Xiyao rolled her eyes, so happy that her little shoulders couldn’t stop trembling.

This is Zong Zhenglin’s anger, and his son Chengqing Xiaobaozi has a pink face that is ten percent like the big boss, which can make her all kinds of metaphors and insinuations. Have a blast?

Mu Xiyao was blatantly trying to make fun of her, and her interest became more and more high. She only painted with rapturous eyebrows, and she was so concentrated that she forgot to be alert to the movement of the big boss behind her.

Zong Zhenglin didn’t notice anything unusual at first, but then gradually felt unwell. How did this study, which had been noisy for a long time, suddenly become quiet? Looking up at the radiant woman across from him, His Highness Sixth Highness raised his brows slightly.

Zong Zhenglin knew exactly what kind of temperament Mu Xiyao was. If this woman copying cursive script can be as honest and calm as she is now, he doesn’t need to arrest someone and keep him by his side to watch.

Looking at Mu Xiyao’s eyes again, she was filled with joy. The corners of the raised lips moved slightly, obviously the master was working hard to restrain himself, but he still remembered not to laugh out loud to disturb others.

Zong Zhenglin’s phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and now he doesn’t understand that the woman must be doing nothing right and secretly doing shameful things, which is too slow. Just by looking at her sleazy look, she knew that she must be weird again.

Although she was often admonished not to be too lazy, Zong Zhenglin loved her lazy disguise. It is impossible for Zong Zhenglin to turn a blind eye if he is secretive, trying to hide his appearance as it is now.

Mu Xiyao’s thoughts were like a spring. In addition to the various suffocating and aggrieved states of Zong Zhenglin in his imagination, even when the big boss cleaned her up, the various expressions of anger and helplessness were also depicted vividly and vividly.

“Jiaojiao is not afraid that the fire on the head of this hall is too hot?” Zong Zhenglin had a dark face, standing behind her for a long time.

At first, I didn’t understand the tricks, but as Mu Xiyao’s writing became more and more expressive, Zong Zhenglin finally found out that the various “little people” in this woman’s writings were actually referring to him. Or… simply borrowed him to vent his anger!

Mu Xiyao is not timid, in addition to all kinds of smears to vent his anger, he also left a comment next to him to make a special comment.

What made Zong Zhenglin’s face darken the most was that this woman put fire on “his” head, making the person who was already angry even more angry. The comment next to it: “Boiled lion’s head!”

“How?” Mu Xiyao replied instinctively, just opened her head next to the painting, but suddenly paused, and then took a deep breath, and the pen in her hand trembled slightly. .

When it’s over, it’s captured by the boss on the spot. Mu Xiyao turned her back to Zong Zhenglin with a bitter face, frowning hard. Boss knows martial arts and walks without wind! This elusive killer, how come there is no time for it to fail?

“His Royal Highness~~” The woman who turned around and smiled brightly like a spring flower threw the brush at will, wrapping her arms around the strong waist and abdomen of the man behind her.

“Chengqing must be so cute when he grows up, how does Your Highness think of the concubine’s fine brushwork?” Your Highness, the concubine drew the little buns, not you, you just treat yourself as affectionate, and you won’t lose much face.

Mu Xiyao pouted and motioned for Zong Zhenglin to lean over, and saw that the man was very cooperative, bringing his dark handsome face to her.

Mu Xiyao put her sweet and greasy stick on it, holding Zong Zhenglin’s cheek and kissing him twice. After that, the watery eyes looked forward to his phoenix eyes, as if Zong Zhenglin did not approve, Mu Xiyao would be very disappointed.

“Jiaojiao.” The Sixth Highness’s voice was warm and mellow, hugging her in his arms, only where Mu Xiyao couldn’t see, the phoenix eyes were full of smiles. “Chengqing’s neck, there is no ring given by Jiaojiao.” The only thing that could make Zong Zhenglin put out the fire was Mu Xiyao’s cover up in every possible way, but he did not forget the necklace that was coated with flowers.

Mu Xiyao’s beautiful eyes were wide open, and she looked back stupidly and looked at the necks of each villain on the drawing, and sure enough, they were wearing accessories outlined with a brush. Looking up and looking at Zong Zhenglin’s meaningful eyes, Mu Xiyao can’t wait to put a dog-walking collar on his son right away.

Carelessly lost Jingzhou! Was it someone like her who “suffered the consequences”?

[End of This Chapter]