Chapter 35

What Mu Cen thought was that all this was arranged by Mu Zhi's painting. Naturally, he thought that Mu Zhi's painting was the best one. He devoted himself to himself and never doubted anything. Only in this way could he fall into the trap of Mu Zhi's painting step by step and have no room to turn over.

Now, Wang Xueshuang is testing herself.

As mammy Li said, there are not many people who sincerely worship Buddha.

Is it true to accompany Wang Xueshuang, or pretend to be clever, in order to win Wang Xueshuang's favor.

So mu Cen was silent.

Sure enough, Mu Cen only stood for less than half an hour, and mother Li came out: "Miss, the old lady let you in."

"Thank you, Mammy Li." Mu Cen gently smile, completely without any airs.

Then, when Mu Cen followed up mother Li, he naturally put a prepared small purse into mother Li's hand: "mother, a little heart, please accept it."

Mother Li quieted down and looked at Mu Cen like this.

But mu Cen calmly laughed, didn't say anything, after nodding, crossed mother Li and walked towards the ancestral hall.

Mammy Li took it in quietly.

Of course, mother Li knows that little purse. It's the ornament that the old lady asked housekeeper Chen to give to Mu Cen. When Mu Cen arrived for the first time, he couldn't be more than other people in King Mu's house, but mu Cen's hand was the most precious pearl in those ornaments.

I can see Mu Cen's sincerity.

Mother Li has been with Wang Xueshuang for decades. She has been a human spirit for a long time. How can she not understand Mu Cen's meaning.

This mu family, Mu Cen can do well in the shortest time, what does it mean? How can mother Li not see it.

I'm afraid King Mu's house is going to be earth shaking.

But mammy Li didn't say it. She followed Mu Cen quietly.

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Wang Xueshuang recites Buddhist scriptures in the ancestral hall, and doesn't mean to speak to Mu Cen. Mu Cen just stands quietly and waits, and doesn't interrupt Wang Xueshuang.

Until Wang Xueshuang finished reading a passage, he put down the wooden fish and looked at Mu Cen: "Cen Er, why did you come to me so early?"

"When I was in the house, my adoptive mother also had the habit of chanting scriptures, so I formed the habit of chanting scriptures with my adoptive mother. Thinking that my grandmother was chanting scriptures and praying for the people of Mu family, I naturally wanted to accompany my grandmother and be filial." Mu Cen said calm, quiet should be Wang Xueshuang's words.

Wang Xueshuang listened to Mu Cen's words, but she liked it. She couldn't help nodding: "well, you have this heart. It's really good."

She looked at Mu Cen again.

Today's Mu CEN is more gorgeous than yesterday's, but he is not publicity, introverted and likable. Bathed in the morning light, the whole person looks brilliant.

How can an ordinary Gu Fu train such a person.

Wang Xueshuang is new.

Mu Cen listened to Wang Xueshuang's words, but he was humble: "Mu Cen still has a lot to learn, if there is something wrong, please forgive me."

"You are not only like your mother, but also like your mother. When your father comes back to see you, he'll be happy, too. " Wang Xueshuang couldn't help nodding.

Thinking of the dead princess, Wang Xueshuang is also sad.

Mu Cen stood quietly and didn't speak.

When Wang Xueshuang stands up, Mu Cen naturally steps forward to hold Wang Xueshuang. This kind of small action makes Wang Xueshuang satisfied.

They walked out of the ancestral hall.

He Xiang was still standing outside the ancestral hall, holding the bottle of medicinal wine in his hand. It was very heavy, but he Xiang Leng didn't say a word.

When Mu Cen came out, he Xiang exchanged a look with him.

But mu Cen didn't take the initiative.

Almost when Wang Xueshuang came out of the ancestral hall, Mu Cen saw the side imperial concubine coming from afar with Mu Zhihua. Obviously, when they saw Mu Cen, their faces changed slightly.

They didn't expect that Muchen would be the first.

Obviously, Wang Xueshuang's expression is very satisfied with Mu Cen, which is quite different from Chen Zhirong's idea.

But when Mu Zhihua saw Mu Cen, her face was shocked. She thought she would get news of Mu Cen's accident this morning, but mu Zhihua didn't wait.

But mu Zhihua did not dare to inquire.

In her opinion, even if Mu Cen did not die in the hands of king cobra, he would also die under mu zhantian's sword. Now, Mu Cen appears in front of him unharmed.

How could Mu Zhihua feel at ease? That kind of uneasy premonition immediately covered her whole body, and even her figure could not help shaking.

But mu Zhihua didn't dare to talk about it, even Chen Zhirong.

She subconsciously looked at Mu Cen, but mu Cen's expression was as if nothing had happened. No matter how calm she was, Mu Zhihua didn't take the initiative to speak.

But mu Cen and Chen Zhirong invited an: "Mu Cen has seen the side imperial concubine empress."

Chen Zhirong just looked at Mu Cen, and just nodded. She looked gentle, but her eyes were shining with a sharp blade. She glanced at him with a warning in her eyes: "are you mu Cen?"

"Yes." Mu Cen answered, "I came back in a hurry yesterday. I heard that the empress had entered the palace, so I didn't go to ask for her peace. I asked her to forgive me."

This is reasonable, directly blocked Chen Zhirong want to give mucen down, to the mouth of the words so swallow down.

The good, the bad, the wrong and the right are all told by Mu Cen. Chen Zhirong didn't give vent to her anger, but suffered a dark loss.

After all, Chen Zhirong is a person who has come through the storm. Such a scene will not make Chen Zhirong's face suddenly change. She is calm: "it's OK. You just have that heart. "

"Thank you for your kindness." Mu Cen blessed himself, and then she looked at Mu Zhi's painting, but only nodded.

Just looking at the eyes of Mu Zhi's painting, more profound.

Mu Zhihua couldn't help shaking.

Chen Zhirong looks at Mu Zhihua with a twist of her eyebrow. Mu Zhihua returns to her senses. She is blessed. After Chen Zhirong, she and Wang Xueshuang invite an: "Hello, grandma."

"Good, good." Wang Xueshuang is still very fond of Mu Zhi's paintings. Seeing Mu Zhi's paintings, she is naturally in a good mood.

She took the initiative to take Mu Zhihua's hand: "my xiaozhihua is more and more beautiful, and the threshold of King Mu's residence is almost broken by the people who are courting and matchmaking."

"Grandmother --" Mu Zhihua answered in a coquettish voice.

Chen Zhirong said helplessly: "Niang, I don't know where the painting is as clever as you said. I'm angry every day."

Wang Xueshuang was laughing.

Three people seem to be happy, as if completely forget the existence of Mu Cen. Mu CEN is not anxious or annoyed. He follows quietly at the end and doesn't rush to get everyone's attention.

On the contrary, he Xiang can't see it, and some are unwilling to look at Mu Cen. It's Mu Cen who got Wang Xueshuang's attention before, but now he's changed.