Chapter 310 Night Tour

Very quickly, the one with the Sixth Highness's reputation of being cold, handsome and majestic in Xicheng was the female officer Lin next to His Highness, who was famous for being fierce and wicked.

"When did my concubine faint from fright?" Such a great fun, how could she not know?

"Master, it's not that I'm dizzy, it's that I'm depressed, and I'm too sick to get up on the bed." Sa Ren covered his mouth and snickered. Compared with the liveliest Hui Lan girl around her, the Sa Ren sisters were raised and raised in Beidi, and after only two days with Mu Xiyao, they have figured out her temper and are already very relaxed.

"So weak..." Mu Xiyao rubbed her chin with a look of contempt, "Eat more rice, and it won't be too late to seduce a man." So casual, how could Zong Zhenglin look up to him.

There are precedents for a woman like a white lotus. For example, Tang Yiru before, Zong Zhenglin didn't pay attention to her anyway.

Na Ren puffed out her eyes, and became more and more confused about the many differences between the master's upbringing and the mother's upbringing. She always felt that when the master spoke, he didn't shy away from it, and he was more like a barbarian woman. Raising his eyes and seeing his master's attack, Na Ren cried out inwardly, his eyes were full of distress.

Sure enough, the best flower branches disappeared with a click.

"Master, Master Wei has sent a message that His Highness will return to the residence early for dinner." Hui Lan skillfully beckoned the little maid to carry the cut jade tea flower out of the house. Mu Xiyao regretted putting down the scissors, because of the sequelae of acclimatization, she was not able to do manual work effectively.

"Qiang San'er from the yard in front of you is here to report. You can deliver what you want, and it will be delivered tomorrow afternoon."

Just now he was downcast, but he regained his spirits immediately. "Very good, cut it up and put it in His Highness's room tomorrow."

Zong Zhenglin stepped into the backyard and felt a little uncomfortable when he heard her words. Could it be that the jokes in Shengjing would continue with her to the officialdom in the Northland?

"Jiaojiao."

Mu Xiyao turned around abruptly, seeing a smile blooming, delicate and agile. Ding was not ashamed at all, approached with lotus steps, and threw herself into his arms softly. "Your Highness, you accepted a concubine last night. If it was too early to finish the errands, you would have taken the concubine out of the mansion for a tour of the market." She wrapped her arms around his waist and twisted her arms and legs, with her small head resting on his chin, and her hair in a bun. The butterfly flapped its wings, shaking Zongzheng Lin's phoenix eyes slightly.

"Stand up obediently, it's up to you." Patting her on the forehead, His Highness the Sixth Prince kept his promise. It's time to take her out for a tour, too.

Don't care about his preaching, Mu Xiyao cheered and stepped on his neck, her little feet in light yellow embroidered shoes bouncing around. "I don't like to stand alone. Your Highness was hugged, and I hurried to eat in the house." The more I spoke, the more vigorous I was, not afraid of bumping Zong Zhenglin's jaw, so I hung on his neck like a monkey. Jump up.

This scoundrel's appearance made His Royal Highness feel a little softer.

"Carefully sprain your feet." Bumping her little butt, she firmly hugged her to her chest. "Don't ask someone to set up a meal?" Zongzheng Lin said with a tease. Since she is not ashamed in front of others, he is even more fearless. The dog's leg rubbed against the side of his face, Mu Xiyao turned around and ordered the big maid to pass the message to the small kitchen.

Saren pulled Naren's cuffs, who were standing still, and told her to come back to her senses. No matter how intimate the two masters are, they should not watch from the sidelines. "Let's go quickly, didn't the master call for dinner."

"Sister, Your Highness is not as scary as the rumors outside."

Angrily knocking on her forehead, Sa Ren approached her ear and warned sharply. "This is in front of the master. His Highness is happy and restrained his temper. I heard from my father yesterday that His Highness was so angry that even Zhizhou was so frightened that he knelt down and kowtowed. There was also a general who was greedy for the army's salary and was dismissed and sent to the dungeon. If this person is the last one, his head will definitely be beheaded. You should be vigilant, don't think that His Highness really has no temper."

Zhizhou and the general were already great officials in Mobei, Na Ren was so frightened that he didn't dare to say anything.

In the evening, the two of them took the sedan chair to the entrance of the market, and Zong Zhenglin got out of the car and put her on the ground properly. After that, he took the silk scarf from Hui Lan's hand and covered half of her face. At this moment, Mu Xiyao should not follow him with great fanfare.

The attendants followed her from a distance, and Zong Zhenglin held her palm with his big hand. He seemed to be walking casually, but in fact he was always protecting her so that no one would run into her.

Xicheng downtown is more lively than Shengjing. There are not so many restrictions, and the monthly payment is very cheap, which makes many brave and smart people here put up their goods and sell them along the street. Only Yuqian Street, where Zong Zhenglin brought her, was beyond sight. I heard people say that at night in Xicheng, not counting the flower streets and willow alleys, it is just a serious night market, which can cover more than four streets.

Hu people's clothes and spices, but when Fan Mu Xiyao saw it, he always dragged him to take a closer look with great interest. Even at the small stall selling yurt ropes and lanterns, Mu Xiyao also stayed for a long time.

"Your Highness, if you are marching, which one is warmer, the military tent or the yurt where the barbarians live?"

"Jiaojiao, this hall is the commander's tent." Zong Zhenglin laughed.

"Really? Didn't you say that the yurt is specially coated with grease, which can prevent wind and fire?" That's what the man just said.

"It is said to be windproof, but it can only block the night wind in the city. In the desert beyond the Great Wall, the strong wind is extremely difficult to block. Fire prevention is even more nonsense. The sparks of the candle may not be able to ignite. Instead, it is a torch poured with turpentine. It can’t be extinguished. Jiaojiao knows that the grease is mixed with oil in the inside, even if it is covered with a layer of potion, it is a raw material that is extremely easy to ignite.”

Is there false advertising at this time? Mu Xiyao couldn't help clicking her tongue. She used to think that the folk customs in the border area were simple and simple, but now it seems that it is far from what she expected.

"Your Highness, the people here are cunning." The little woman complained repeatedly as she embraced his arms angrily.

Zongzheng Lin had soft phoenix eyes, was dressed in blue robes and a high jade crown, under the light of the candlelight in the market, he looked even taller and taller, with a handsome appearance. Hearing that she accused others of being cunning, she didn't take it seriously. It's just that Tao is even more cunning, he has already fallen into his hands, and he will never even think about escaping in this life.

Leaning over to straighten her steps, Zong Zhenglin leaned close to her ear, the man's voice was mellow, low and soft.

"With this hall, no one can bully Jiaojiao."

Mu Xiyao raised her head high, her eyes twinkled brightly, and she was full of smiles. What he was talking about was probably the bad thing that made her angry in the afternoon.

"Your Highness, protect yourself tighter, it's good to be in this pain all the time." The little shameless threw herself into her arms, and stood in front of the melon-selling stall, hugging Zong Zhenglin's waist to act coquettishly.

The stall owner was about to make a noise to chase people away, when he saw a wrist suddenly stretched out in front of him, and ten taels of silver was quietly lying in the palm of the owner.

Hui Lan stared at her eyeballs and gestured for silence, without intimidation, she managed to get the stall owner to smile and nod in agreement. The middle-aged woman was wearing a headscarf, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes became deeper because of surprise.

Wei Zhen stood aside with a straight face and eyelids twitching. The shot is twelve taels, and it really is the maid raised by Master Yao. Even if Hui Lan was like this, the girl Mo Lan who His Highness had just appointed him not long ago, could she be so generous?

Commander Wei touched the purse at his waist, and suddenly realized that if someone invites you to a drink, it's better to avoid it.