Chapter 48

This person looks at the eyes, but always with a bit of frivolity, rather than smile, as if can always see through the disguise of Mu Cen, let Mu Cen particularly uncomfortable.

But mu Cen forced himself not to look at Li Shiyuan.

It was not until Li Shiyuan talked with the people around him that his hot sight gradually faded.

At a banquet, what Mu Cen wants is a decent and honest identity, and he doesn't want to make a high profile. So after Wang Xueshuang enters the front hall, Mu Cen keeps a low profile. Compared with Chen Zhirong's greeting and sending, and Mu Zhihua's high profile, Mu Cen almost wants to make a low profile of himself in the dust.

Chen Zhirong, as the hostess of Prince Mu's residence, has a toast with Mu Hongyuan and has a talk with visitors, presenting the image of a princess incisively and vividly.

This is also Chen Zhirong's way of rectifying his name.

If not, under Mu Cen's deliberate, people present will subconsciously feel that the sovereignty of Mu Wangfu will be changed.

During the whole process, Mu Cen didn't eat much, and most of the time he devoted himself to serving Wang Xueshuang.

In the last life, Mu Cen almost tried his best to please the empress of today. How difficult it was for the empress to wait on her. She accompanied her husband like a tiger, and carelessly explained her life directly. So in those years, Mu Cen really understood what it means to observe words and colors.

It's good to pacify the queen, of course, Wang Xueshuang.

Even without asking, needless to say, Mu Cen can accurately know what Wang Xueshuang likes and what kind of cooking he likes, so the things sent to Wang Xueshuang never go wrong.

Wang Xueshuang is more and more satisfied: "Cen Er, this is really Hui quality orchid heart."

"My grandmother was wrong." Mu Cen modest reply, "just Cen Er looked a few more eyes, lucky guess right."

Wang Xueshuang said with a smile: "mother Li, in my opinion, this is a good reward."

"Yes." Mother Li answered, "Miss, such a smart person is a plastic talent. The old lady has never found such a kind person for a long time. Even a slave can't catch up with Miss's kindness. "

Mother Li received the benefits of Mu Cen, and she had seen Mu Cen's means, so she naturally helped Mu Cen speak.

"Turn around and send my pair of yuruyi to cen'er." Wang Xueshuang is generous.

Mu Cen some accident, but also did not refuse: "Cen son thanks grandmother reward."

Wang Xueshuang nodded.

This pair of yuruyi is Wang Xueshuang's favorite, and is also the heirloom of King Mu's house. They are always given to their daughter-in-law or eldest daughter-in-law. One of the two yuruyi has been given to the late princess. After Luoxue died, they were buried with Luoxue. This is what Mu Hongyuan means.

And another jade Ruyi still stays in the hand of Wang Xueshuang.

Over the years, Chen Zhirong has been waiting for Wang Xueshuang to give him. As a result, Chen Zhirong hasn't been waiting for a long time. Instead, Wang Xueshuang gives it to Mu Cen.

This also indirectly gives Mu Cen the identity, and clearly tells himself that everything in Mu's palace is to return to the hands of the main room, not Chen Zhirong.

So when Chen Zhirong turns around, she just hears such words, her face changes again and again, her eyes look at Mu Cen also become sinister, even her breath is cold, but the surface is gentle as water.

"Mu CEN is really powerful. After only a few days back, he can make the old lady so happy and give you her favorite jade Ruyi." Chen Zhirong seems to be envious, but there are thorns in her words.

Mu Cen listened, but he laughed: "madam, if you want to like it, why don't you let Grandma give it to you?"

"You..." Chen Zhirong's face changed.

Seeing Chen Zhirong's face changing, Mu Cen still calmly smiles at Chen Zhirong's provocative smile.

Chen Zhirong wants to tear Mu Cen's face.

All of a sudden——

Chen Zhirong leans back vigilantly, but mu Cen approaches Chen Zhirong on his own initiative. They seem to be intimate mother and daughter talking in a low voice.

But Chen Zhirong knows that it is not so simple.

Sure enough, Mu Cen's voice is very low, so close to Chen Zhirong's ear, every word is clear, but his attitude seems to be particularly casual and lazy.

"Lady, as long as it's something you like, I'll take it one by one. After all, it's always exciting to win people's favor, isn't it? " Mu Cen said, laughing sarcastically.

Chen Zhirong's fists in her palms are tightly clenched. She doesn't even feel that her nails are pinched into her skin.

Looking at Mu Cen's eyes, it's frightful: "Mu Cen, do you think I will give you such an opportunity?"

Mu Cen frowned and waited patiently for Chen Zhirong to continue.

"Don't think you have the upper hand now. With the support of the old lady and the Lord, you can do whatever you want. You are just a mole ant in my hand. When I can't tolerate you, you will disappear easily." Chen Zhirong's voice is pressing, almost from the depth of the throat, as if the next second can completely tear Mu Cen.

Mu CEN is calm, his eyebrows are full of sarcasm, and he doesn't take Chen Zhirong's threat to heart: "wait and see, lady, don't let me down."

As the voice falls, Mu Cen has distanced himself from Chen Zhirong.

For disgusted people, Mu Cen felt disgusted even when he was close to them.

Not to mention being close to Chen Zhirong for a long time.

Then, as if nothing had happened, Mu Cen returned to his original position and calmly waited on Wang Xueshuang. In addition, some people came to talk with him from time to time, and Mu Cen's proper response to advance and retreat naturally added some points to Wang Xueshuang's heart.

Compared with the delicate girl in Mu Zhi's painting, in Wang Xueshuang's opinion, the palace wants Mu Cen to be more generous.

Mu Cen, who was sent out from childhood, is really surprising and amazing.

In such a cup of light and wine, the people in the room are chatting and laughing, and plates of good wine and food are constantly sent up, singing and dancing are very lively.

Even in such a bustle, Mu Cen never relaxed, always alert.

Chen Zhirong is not a fuel-efficient lamp. She doesn't show her emotions because of Mu Cen's provocation. Instead, she calmly deals with different groups of people.

On the contrary, Mu Zhi couldn't go on looking at the painting. Some of them were unwilling to lower their voice and said to Chen Zhirong, "Niang, how can you just let this little bitch go! I don't know what the little bitch is still up to! "

Chen Zhirong's face sank: "take it easy. She won't be able to hop for long."

"My brother is right. Mu Cen, a little bitch, shouldn't come back. It's a disaster to come back. She makes the king's house restless. If it goes on like this, maybe one day Mu Cen will attack us. Look at her step-by-step arrangement. " Mu Zhi's painting is gnashing his teeth.