Chapter 270: Buried Deep

"Your Highness, still haven't got anything?" The next day, seeing Zong Zhenglin return to the palace, his brows were still deeply furrowed, and Mu Xiyao also fell into trouble. Could it be that she had lost her mind?

"Although the Empress Dowager has not awakened, the judgment of the Imperial Hospital has mostly confirmed the illusion."

That's good news. If he could find traction to wake up the Queen Mother, Zong Zhenglin would have made meritorious admonitions.

According to Yugu, the deeper the obstacles in the heart, the more effective the choice will be. The queen mother is most concerned about it, but what kind?

Mu Xiyao leaned softly on Zong Zhenglin's shoulder, and because she couldn't get off the ground yet, she had to lie on the bed peacefully to raise her.

"Your Highness, the emperor can't make up his mind on this matter?" She was trapped in the deep palace for most of her life, and the Empress Dowager Jin had no children. Besides the former emperor and Emperor Yuan Cheng who regarded him as his own son, who else could he have in his heart? But why tried many times, but couldn't match the number?

"If the emperor can't be the master, like a concubine, I can't figure it out." Mu Xiyao murmured. Didn't Emperor Yuan Cheng value filial piety the most? The Empress Dowager Jin is not good at this moment, if the son can't figure it out, she, who only goes to the palace once a month to pay her respects, can understand the Empress Dowager's mind better than the emperor.

"Your Highness, what do you mean by caring for you? Except for the joy in your heart, do you mean that you will be engraved in your heart forever, and the hatred is hard to get rid of? Could it be that some concubine who robbed the late emperor's favor? Or the favored prince or something, who responded to the old man? Ancestor? But that's not right, those people don't say they are still here, they have a long life, and the queen mother hasn't summoned them recently." Mu Xiyao curled up Zongzheng Lin's temple hair, she kept muttering, but she twitched her fingers Hair tip, secretly scratching his cochlea. Why isn't Zong Zhenglin afraid of tickling?

Thinking wildly, becoming more and more out of tune, Mu Xiyao never noticed the sudden light in Zong Zhenglin's eyes.

"Jiaojiao."

"Um?"

"My brain finally made sense once."

"..."

Your Highness, what do you mean? Even if you find a concubine to amuse yourself, you don't want to drive people into the dust. I don't expect you to boast that you are very smart and clever, and I should be able to match it.

He went out to ask Wei Zhen to send a letter to the palace, and when he returned to the house, Zong Zhenglin was holding two medicine bottles.

Like a frightened grasshopper, Mu Xiyao opened her eyes wide open, hurriedly pulled the brocade quilt, wrapped herself tightly, and looked at Zong Zhenglin with only her head exposed.

"His Royal Highness, Your Highness, Mammy will be here later, there is no need for you to do it yourself. Don't bother, don't bother!"

"When I beg you to knead your ankles and knees, why didn't you see Jiaojiao being so polite?" Zong Zhenglin was impatient.

trouble? Fortunately, she has a skin export. In the whole family, even in the court, no one bothered him more than her.

Seeing Mu Xiyao cowering and timidly moving inside, His Highness Sixth immediately lost face.

"Jiaojiao is afraid of this hall?" After hurting her at that time, could it have taken root in this woman's heart?

The last thing Zong Zhenglin wanted to mention was what happened that night. Even the excruciating joy gained by the illusion is also disgusted by him because of the humiliation. What's more, in exchange for a night of lust, Mu Xiyao's body was covered with bruises and loss of body.

Can you not be afraid? You have a lot of criminal records, and the concubine can't avoid it. The concubine is still injured, but she is no match for you, who are as strong as an ox.

"I'm afraid, but I'm afraid," Zong Zhenglin looked coldly at him before he finished speaking, and Mu Xiyao slammed into her eyes with anger, "I'm not in good health, and I can't help you if I get angry with you! With a cold face, the concubine is still afraid!" At this moment, she has no way to fall into the hands of the Sixth Highness. I am full of confidence, afraid of what he will do. With healthy hands and feet, he is not afraid of his cold eyes, not to mention that he will be raised on the bed now, which is the time to be proud and proud.

Zong Zhenglin was taken aback for a moment, seeing her aggressive, he immediately came to his senses and must not take her lightly. If this woman could be afraid of him, she wouldn't have the temperament that even the king of heaven would dare to offend.

It turned out that he underestimated her, and was about to stroke her hair to comfort her a little, when he heard the woman pinch her throat, and the routine turned extremely fast.

"Your Highness, you are a fierce concubine. Yugu said that this concubine needs to rest. You see Tian'er throwing face, this concubine is such a sweetheart, how can she be quiet when she goes up and down suddenly." With a sticky voice, Jiao Didi complained, secretly glanced at people, her small mouth was raised high.

Holding the medicine bottle, Zong Zhenglin was condescending, looking at the woman curled up on the bed with a smile.

After raising it for a day, I slept well and my complexion recovered very well. She has a supple and porcelain-white face, with a fluffy bun, and her eyes are especially attractive. The little eyes that look over from time to time are ghostly and ghostly, which makes people feel itchy. It's like seducing the soul, pulling the mind a little bit.

Looking at the cotton velvet brocade quilt wrapped tightly around her body, Zong Zhenglin's expression lifted, and all his fantasies faded away.

"Hey, come here. I took the medicine earlier, so Jiaojiao can rest well." Not allowing her to play tricks, Zong Zhenglin arrested someone and started quickly.

The stinky man didn't know how to take it lightly, "changing clothes" like this every time, ruining her good clothes for nothing.

"Your Highness, you damaged my concubine's pocket again, so I will compensate you." Zong Zhenglin had a great preference for her close-fitting clothes. The man next to him could still unbutton the clothes patiently. Only Xiaoyi, the lace was broken by internal force every time, and when he was most passionate, he even rubbed it in his hand, leaving no bones left.

"I'm short of your money, so go and ask for it from Tian Fushan." The shameless person in front of him has a good air in front of the people below.

Sure enough, Mu Xiyao silenced her voice, pursed her lips, folded her arms around her chest, and turned her back.

"How long are you going to mess around? Let go! This hall has said that I will never touch you."

If she made up her mind and would not compromise easily, Mu Xiyao was really not afraid of Zong Zhenglin's force. Only hurt her, that man should have left a mark in his heart. Just as he was gaining momentum, the sudden smell of the medicine from the tip of his nose made him burst into tears.

The man actually held her posture, stretched out his hand behind him, and pulled out the cork of the medicine bottle by a fraction, almost hitting the tip of Mu Xiyao's nose.

"Ah!" exclaimed, and hastily dodged back, but forgot that His Royal Highness had made a plan a long time ago, just waiting for her to come into the tiger's mouth.

Behind is the man's strong chest, and under the eyelids is her most unpleasant, strong smell of medicinal juice. Mu Xiyao was so forced that she could only tilt her head up and pant heavily. Without hesitation, he obediently let go of his arms, and kept urging, "Your Highness, wipe it off quickly, I feel uncomfortable from the smell."

Boss is black-hearted and black-hearted, really hateful, he pulled out the cork early, knowing that she couldn't bear it, so he didn't say anything in advance.

Seeing her flustered and flustered, Zong Zhenglin slowly smiled.

Virtue! I can't deal with this squeamish girl. Her whole body is full of stinky problems, if you really want to cure her, you don't need to talk to her so much.

Really serious and gently applied medicine to her wound, from top to bottom, the Sixth Highness showed no sign of irregularity. Mu Xiyao gasped pitifully, letting his big hands do whatever he wanted. If the enemy is strong, I will retreat, there will always be a time for her to stand up!

But, it's so weird, how could this man be so uncharacteristically restrained? Even the breathing close to the ear was very calm.

Looking back at him for a long time, as if he was not sure, he tilted his head and peeked secretly between Zong Zhenglin's legs.

"Jiaojiao."

"Um?"

"Even if I think about it, I will endure it for a few days."

Mu Xiyao blushed suddenly, and raised her head quickly, as if she didn't hear him making fun of him.

asshole!

"Your Highness, my concubine is so naked and her back is facing you, do you really have no thoughts in your heart? Or did you use your internal strength early and suppress it in advance?" The woman who had just covered it up in every possible way, now sees Zong Zhenglin. Moved, and made a fuss again.

The enchantress is hypocritical and difficult to serve. Apart from the Sixth Highness, I'm afraid no one can really restrain her.

After a long time of not hearing the answer, he only smeared the palm of the medicine juice, gently stroked the side of her leg, and only rubbed the wound, with warm inner breath, spreading bruises for her. There was so much meaning in this silence that Mu Xiyao gradually understood what was going on in Zong Zhenglin's mind.

The room fell silent for a while, Mu Xiyao didn't make any more noise, just leaned gently in his arms, and slowly closed her eyes.

It turned out that this man had always felt guilty in his heart. Just in front of her, never mentioned it.

"Your Highness, my concubine is much better, and the pain is no longer there."

Zong Zhenglin kissed her lightly on the back of her head, and put his palm on her chest, not about eroticism, but to feel her heartbeat.

"There won't be a next time."

The man's voice is low, steady and powerful. He won't, and others, even like her, won't allow it.

Obviously guilty, but the words are sharp, bringing out Zong Zhenglin's tyranny.

With a smile in Mu Xiyao's eyes, she rubbed his chin softly.

There was news from the palace in the afternoon, and the Empress Dowager Jin woke up.

Just as she was about to take a lunch break, she got good news. Mu Xiyao became curious and grabbed the corner of His Highness Sixth Prince's clothes to stop the person who was about to leave.

"Your Highness, what exactly is that traction? If you don't tell me, I have been thinking about it all the time, so I can't sleep well."

Pushing away her little hand, he stuffed her neatly into the quilt, and Zong Zhenglin smoothed the brocade robe, and walked out slowly.

"The most common thing is the scriptures on the case." As soon as the words fell, the person had already left the door. Mu Xiyao heard the sound of Mo Lan saluting and sending her off. The matter that had troubled her for a long time finally cleared the clouds and saw the sun in a flash.

So it is. The Empress Dowager thought, how can the maids in other palaces investigate? The first emperor and the emperor had absolutely no guts to touch each other, leaving only the empress dowager who put the most effort into practicing.

Mu Xiyao turned over to her side, and fell asleep comfortably. It's because she thinks complicatedly, and sometimes it's simpler, so there may not be no surprises.

After Yuan Chengdi woke up from the empress dowager, his face was finally gloomy and peaceful. I highly appreciate Zong Zhenglin's careful observation. Not only was he rewarded with many treasures, but the most enviable thing was that he specially allocated double the military salary, which was enough for Zong Zhenglin's military construction department and the private army in the government. Among them, the Empress Dowager's several praises are indispensable.

His Royal Highness's house received the emperor's commendation, and they were delighted and their morale was greatly boosted.

The rest of the prince's mansions have their own actions, and discussions are more frequent behind the scenes.

Zongzhenghan is casually playing with a lacquerware snuff bottle, on which the magpie heralds the spring is beautifully painted, which can be called a masterpiece.

"Sixth brother's luck is really enviable. Randomly catching a servant girl in Concubine Shu's palace can cure the empress dowager's illness. Could it be that this hall also needs to burn high incense. Such a coincidence can also make him bump into it?"

The empress dowager's fainting was indeed caused by Zong Zhenghan's arrangement. However, it was not the servant girl who performed the spell.

Helian Weirui concentrated her head on the table and divided the tea. After a while, the water veins on the surface of the cup showed the wonderful brushwork of Shui Danqing.

"Someone stepped in and ruined His Highness's important affairs. But I can't figure it out, but who it is, it's superfluous."