The Beloved Imperial Consort - Chapter 201

[201. Chapter 201 Injustice]

“Niangniang.” Since picking up Chengqing and returning to the house, this kid finally sticks to Mu Xiyao, making Mu Xiyao who usually falls behind Zong Zhenglin very happy.

“Brother, I’m hungry.” Then he put his finger in front of Chengyou.

Ouch, you little idiot. Not to mention that your brother just finished grabbing food with his father and is not hungry. Even if you are hungry, you don’t need to push yourself up.

“Chengqing is good, my brother is still young and not hungry.” Mu Xiyao has always been lazy, and explained to Baozi in a simple manner. Quickly stop his movements, hold people in his arms and tease him to tell stories.

Chengqing looked back at Chengyou, who was spitting bubbles with his eyes open, his little brows frowned for a while, and finally he couldn’t bear the temptation, and lay in Mu Xiyao’s arms quietly and obediently.

The little bun is a big man, and he can’t take care of himself, but he is very happy with Chengyou, this milk doll. Since returning to the mansion, I discovered this new “play”, and it has become less and less frequent to quarrel in the yard. When I had nothing to do, I just stood on tiptoe on the cradle and looked around, and from time to time passed on to Mu Xiyao, “little brother is ugly”, “little brother is shy”, “little brother is lazy”. All kinds of tricks emerged one after another, and Mu Xiyao was overwhelmed.

When Zong Zhenglin entered the room, Mu Xiyao was so dry that her throat was burning.

“Father.” Cheng Qing met Zong Zhenglin and was as happy as ever. Zong Zhenglin took the man with his long arms. Before he could speak to Mu Xiyao, he heard his son shout, “Mother, father is big. Hungry, feed grandma.”

Mu Xiyao was embarrassed. This ghost spirit, by analogy, doesn’t show the face of his mother like this, right?

“Jiaojiao taught the son of this hall like this?” Zong Zhenglin looked at the little woman with a deep meaning when he saw the little woman’s face turning red.

Mu Xiyao was teased in person, and in embarrassment, she snatched Cheng Qing over, and took the troublemaker away in the arms of the nanny in a few steps. Turning around to look at Zong Zhenglin again, it was already a bright smile.

“His Royal Highness, use tea.” After serving Zong Zhenglin’s favorite Junshan Maofeng, he couldn’t believe the man’s mouth.

Sure enough, His Royal Highness has always been serious when using tea, not joking with others.

After Zong Zhenglin finished drinking the cup, the turmoil of making fun of Mu Xiyao was a thing of the past.

After dinner, while Mu Xiyao waited and rinsed his mouth, Zong Zhenglin suddenly said a word, making the room instantly quiet.

“Yang Guokang died suddenly. He will be mourned in three days.”

Mu Xiyao stared at him without blinking. Yang Guokang is dead? After three days of mourning, does it mean that there is no need to stop the spirit for seven days? It is truly unprecedented for the consort of Great Wei to end up in such a sloppy manner.

“Can you find out the reason?” Who would believe that this person suddenly disappeared? Previously, Zong Zhengying had also privately asked people to seek medical treatment and medicine, and Yang Guokang even gave a girl a body. It’s not enough to believe that such a fierce dragon and a sudden death. Smart people will just watch this farce and wait for the truth to emerge.

Zong Zhenglin waved away the people who were serving around him, stroking his fingers and saying it without hesitation. “It is said to the outside world that he died from cold and high fever, but in reality… he died of dehydration.”

Mu Xiyao looked at him with his eyes fixed, his mouth half open, completely shocked. This method of death… shocks the glory of the past and the present.

After coughing twice, clearing her throat, and pressing her face down to gloat over the misfortune, Mu Xiyao rubbed close to Zong Zhenglin’s side, holding his arms in a desperate look. “Zong Zhengying jumped off the wall in a hurry?” The woman beat the pregnant girl into a miscarriage and made a big fight with Yang Guokang. At that time, the incident happened to the Queen Mother, but unfortunately, in her little confinement, there was no Catch the fun.

Knocking on her forehead, Zong Zhenglin hugged him sideways.

“The medicine in the goulan should be taken by Yang Guokang himself. In the end, it was found that the person was not angry, and it was in the little servant’s room.” The

shock wave was better than the wave. Mu Xiyao felt that Yang Guokang, a man, would vomit blood when he met him.

“What was Zong Zhengying’s reaction? Could it be that she was crying bitterly?”

“Jiaojiao thinks it’s possible?” He, the Fourth Emperor’s sister, had been strong all his life, and even after the death of his concubine, he was still tyrannical and invincible. “The boy was beaten to death, and the corpse was tied up and buried with Yang Guokang.”

I’ll go! The tigress is indeed no trivial matter. No wonder he hurried to mourning within seven days. If the commotion goes on like this, there may be a few more corpses in the coffin. The maid with a small birth will definitely not be able to escape…

“The queen mother doesn’t care?” Letting her go on like this, it’s all in vain to say it’s a cold to the outside world. Others are eager to cover up the ugliness, but Zong Zhengying sees it openly and is very generous.

“I’m holding someone to keep the spirit.” The husband had to hold down the master mistress to finish the ceremony, which was outrageous.

Mu Xiyao imagined the scene and was amazed at Zong Zhengying’s ability. Among the relatives of the Great Wei Emperor, this incident is considered to be the first time that the world has opened up. I don’t know if the historian is courageous enough. If it is recorded in the book, she will be famous for the ages.

“If it’s like this, you still have to go to express condolences?”

“Chou Quan’s etiquette, but it can’t be saved. Only the Yang family is kneeling outside Zhengde Gate to ask the old man to be the master, and wants Zong Zhengying to observe the festival for the deceased husband.”

No wonder. Inexplicably without a son, no one can think of it. I thought that although the princess had cut off her future, at least she looked good on the face and shined on the lintel. Who knows that in the end, it will be like this, and it will be empty and no one will die.

In addition to the incident of the maidservant that broke out not long ago, it was Zong Zhengying’s fault for putting this matter before Yuan Chengdi.

Mu Xiyao leaned in Zong Zhenglin’s arms and murmured. There are so many grudges in this world, even the royal princess can’t escape the vulgarity. Fortunately for her, she had mixed luck. Although the marriage was arranged by the Great God, fortunately, the pit is not too deep.

“His Royal Highness, the concubine suddenly felt that it wasn’t wrong when the draft entered your house at that time.” Hypocritical, really hypocritical! More than not wrong, that is quite a match, just a good fate.

Zong Zhenglin didn’t notice that Mu Xiyao’s sudden compliments were the kind words he was most willing to hear, but at this time, he could think of it, why is Mu Xiyao’s head spinning?

“Jiaojiao, following this palace made you not become a widow, so you are very relieved?” Zong Zhenglin guessed what she was thinking, and his face darkened first.

“His Royal Highness, what are you thinking about? The concubine thinks that Your Highness is very good to the concubine, so I sincerely express my gratitude.”

Do you say thank you? When choosing to discuss mourning for others? Zong Zhenglin’s eyelids twitched, and the palm that stroked her back was a little stiff.

Although the woman in his arms is special, it’s not a bad thing to be normal sometimes.

“His Royal Highness, do you want to go for a whole day the day after tomorrow, or go back when you go? Tell your concubine so you can be prepared.” When she went to Zong Zhengying’s site, Mu Xiyao didn’t expect to go back smoothly. government.

Zong Zhenglin understood what she meant, and touched Mu Xiyao’s head as if to comfort her. “It’s only one morning, I’ll be back before noon.” Thinking of Zong Zhengying’s saucy temper, Zong Zhenglin narrowed his eyes slightly, leaned over and whispered in her ear.

At first, Mu Xiyao was slightly embarrassed because of the man’s rustling touch in her ear, and then she was shielded by Zong Zhenglin’s words and taught her how to deal with teasing. Lin’s arms were so happy.

[End of This Chapter]