“Anniling.” Since the match was returned to Chengfu, this kid has finally become accustomed to Mu Xiyao, and the Mu Xiyao who usually falls behind Zong Zhenglin is not happy.

“Brother, hungry.” Then he sent his finger to the face of Chengyou.

Hey, a little confused. Not to mention that your brother has just finished eating with his father, not hungry. It’s hungry, you don’t need to put it all over.

“Chengqing 乖 ah, my brother is still small, not hungry.” Mu Xiyao has always been lazy, explain to the buns is also a simple. Hurry to stop his movements, and let people seduce him to tell stories.

Cheng Qing looked back at the sorrowful eyes of the bubble, and the little brow wrinkled for a while, finally finally couldn’t stand the temptation, and he was quietly obedient in Mu Xiyao’s arms.

The little buns are so big that I can’t take care of them. I am very happy with the milk doll. Since returning home, I found this fresh “playing kind” and clamoring to the yard to get less and less. Nothing to look at the cradle on the cradle, from time to time to pass to Mu Xiyao, “brother ugly” “brother shame” “brother lazy.” A variety of patterns emerge in an endless stream, and the murder of Mu Xiyao should not be overwhelmed.

When Zong Zhenglin entered the house, Mu Xiyao was talking dryly and talking about the fire.

“Hey.” Chengqing saw Zong Zhenglin, as always, he was happy. Zong Zhenglin’s long arm took over and took over. Before he even talked to Mu Xiyao, he listened to his son shouting loudly, “Anniling, big. Hungry, feeding grandma.”

Mu Xiyao is a big man. This ghost is not the same as the face of the mother.

“Golden Jiao teaches the son of the temple so much?” Zong Zhenglin looked at the little woman’s face and rose red, and quite a deep look at her.

Mu Xiyao was teased in the face, and under the shame, he grabbed Chengqing and sent a few steps to the milk to send the quail egg. Turning back to see Zong Zhenglin, it is already a bright smile.

“His Royal Highness, use tea.” On the end of Zong Zhenglin’s favorite Junshan Maofeng, he did not believe that the man’s mouth could not be blocked.

Sure enough, when the Sixth Highness used tea, it was always a serious time, not to laugh with others.

After Zong Zhenglin finished drinking this, the storm of making fun of Mu Xiyao is a thing of the past.

After dinner, Mu Xiyao waited for a pass, and Zong Zhenglin suddenly came to a sentence, so that the room was quiet.

“Yang Guokang died suddenly. After three days, he was mourned.”

Mu Xiyao glared at his throat and his eyes were not blind. Yang Guokang is dead? After three days of mourning, is it that the seven days of stopping the spirit are not used? Da Wei Hu Ma, falling like this, is really unprecedented.

“Can you find out the reason?” To say that this person is a good end suddenly, who believes? Before Zong Zhengying also privately asked people to seek medical advice, Yang Guokang made a gimmick. It’s not enough to say that this dragon is fierce and suffocating. Smart people will only look at this farce and wait for the truth to surface.

Zong Zhenglin retired from the people around him and swayed his fingers and said that there was no evasion. “It is said that the cold is hot and the heat is not cured. In fact, it is …

Mu Xiyao, a pair of nephews, decided to look at him, half a mouth, and was shocked. This method of death… the glory of the ancient times.

Coughing two sounds, clearing the scorpion, suppressing the gloating of the face, Mu Xiyao is close to Zong Zhenglin, holding his arm in a hungry look. “Zong Zhengying is in a hurry, the dog jumps to the wall?” The woman was born with a pregnant girl who was born in a small bed, and Yang Guokang was in a big fight. At that time, the incident happened to the Queen Mother. Unfortunately, she was in the little moon. Catch up with the excitement.

Knocking on her head, Zong Zhenglin sideways embraces people.

“The medicine in the hook column should be Yang Guokang’s own food. Finally, I found that people are not angry, it is in a small room.”

Shocked a wave more than a wave. Mu Xiyao thinks that Yang Guokang, the man who has run into it, has to vomit blood.

“Zong Zhengying’s reaction? Isn’t it going to cry?”

“Jiaojiao thinks it is possible?” He is a four-elder sister who has been strong for a lifetime, and he has died and he is still a strong enemy. “Alive and smothered the little cockroach, tied the body with Yang Guokang.”

I go! The tigress is really a small one. It is no wonder that the suspension of the spirit was hurriedly lost in less than seven days. This is a slap in the face, and there are still a few more bodies in the coffin. That small production of cockroaches, certainly can not escape…

“Don’t worry about the Queen Mother?” So let her go to the ground, it is said that it is cold, and it is all white. Others are eager to cover up the ugliness, Zong Zhengying is open to see, very generous.

“There is a person guarding the spirit.” The husband and the dead have to press the master of the house to force the number of rituals. This is too ugly.

Mu Xiyao imagined the scene and was very impressed with Zong Zhengying. The big Wei emperor is in the first place. This is the first time in the world. I don’t know if the historical officials are not big enough. If it is recorded, she will be known as the age.

“Is it like this, but also to hang it?” Instead of hanging out, it is better to say that jokes are close.

“The number of Zhou Lili is not saved. Only the Yang family is now squatting outside the Zhengdemen to ask the father to be the master. I want Zong Zhengying to be the guardian of the future.”

This is no wonder. Inexplicably, without a son, no one can think about it. I thought that although the princess had broken the future, at least the face looked good and the glory was shining. I don’t know what’s going on in the end.

In addition to the embarrassing incident that was only recently made, this matter was put in front of the emperor, and it was also Zong Zhengying’s loss.

Mu Xiyao muttered in the arms of Zong Zhenglin. There are so many grievances in this world, even the royal princess can not escape the custom. Fortunately, her luck is mixed. Although the marriage was arranged by the great god, it is not too deep in the pit, and efforts to float, this day is also worth living.

“His Royal Highness, I suddenly felt that when the draft entered the house, it was not awkward.” It’s not awkward, it’s quite a match, just a good fate.

Zong Zhenglin did not notice that Xia Yao would suddenly feel a sense of sensation, or he would like to hear the most common words, but this time I can think of this head up, how is the head of Mu Xiyao spinning?

“Golden Jiao, followed the temple, so that you did not become a widow, so full of comfort?” Zong Zhenglin guessed her thoughts, and he first blackened his face.

“His Highness, what do you think about?” I feel that my Highness is very good, and I really appreciate it.”

What is your tone of gratitude? When I picked up the discussion and gave others a mourning? Zong Zhenglin’s eyelids jumped straight, and the palms that touched her back were stiff.

Although the woman in his arms is particularly good, sometimes it is normal and not a bad thing.

“His Highness, the next day is going to go all day, or go back and go back? You tell me, there is a preparation.” On the site of Zong Zhengying, Mu Xiyao did not expect An An to be stable and smooth back. House.

Zong Zhenglin understood her meaning and touched Mu Xiyao’s top, which seemed to give comfort. “Only one morning, I will return before noon.” Thinking of Zong Zhengying’s temperament, Zong Zhenglin’s nephew was slightly stunned, leaning over her ear and whispering.

At the beginning, Mu Xiyao was slightly awkward because of the man’s touch in the ear. Later, he was escorted and taught by Zong Zhenglin’s words to make her laugh and laugh, so it’s so beautiful. Lin Huaili is a good music.