Chapter 144

Mu Cen doesn't even need heavy make-up and heavy color. She can stand out among all the women's dependents, which makes people remember at a glance.

Li Changtian has noticed Mu Cen since he entered the front hall.

Listen to Mu Cen's words, the smile on Li Changtian's face is more and more obvious: "just, this big festival, what's the penalty. If you can make the Empress Dowager like it, I should give it a good reward. "

"Mu Cen thanks the emperor for his kindness." Mu Cen smiles gently.

Li Changtian immediately let the eunuch reward Mu Cen's jewelry.

Mu Cen didn't refuse. He took it generously. Mu Zhihua hated it even more. At least Mu Zhihua didn't expect that Mu Cen was not only in front of the empress dowager, but also the emperor looked at Mu Cen with new eyes.

But on such an occasion, Mu Zhihua couldn't do anything, so he could only gnash his teeth and look at Mu Cen.

Mu CEN is always calm and calm.

Mei Ji takes the handkerchief from Mu Zhihua and turns around to ask the slaves to put it away. However, the handkerchief Mu Cen gave to the Empress Dowager is still in the hands of the Empress Dowager. She doesn't mean to let go of it.

It's just that the Empress Dowager's eyes are meaningful.

Mu Cen didn't avoid the Empress Dowager's eyes, neither humble nor overbearing, and then he sat back in his position, as if everything had never happened before.

But in this way, people around also vaguely smell the unusual breath.

Before to Mu Cen's indifference, suddenly disappeared, everyone became warm up, even intentionally or unintentionally in please Mu Cen.

But mu Cen has always been calm, not because of such a change, and there is no satisfaction, she is still sitting quietly in his position.

Because Mu Cen knows better than anyone that the people who are looking at him tonight are not only Chen Zhirong's first room, but also the Empress Dowager and the emperor, and even today's Queen Qu Huashang.

Any mistake may lead Muchen to hell.

So mu Cen can't take it lightly, and can't let himself show any satisfaction.

Just tonight——

Mu Cen sank, didn't say anything, quietly drank a cup of tea, and then calmly put down the cup.

The ministers' gifts gradually came to the end, and the sound of singing and dancing in the front hall rang again. The carefully choreographed dance made the audience applaud.

And Mu Zhihua looks at Mu Cen bitterly.

Mu Cen didn't pay attention to it. He just held the teacup tightly and hid deep meaning in his eyebrows.

……

From the moment when Mu Zhi's painting "nishang" surprised the imperial capital, an important part of Zhongyuan Festival over the years naturally became the solo dance of Mu Zhi's painting.

Mu Cen watched Mu Zhihua retreat quietly, but he didn't say anything.

She quietly looked at the center of the front hall, and her eyes seemed calm.

With the music of the musician, Mu Zhihua has stepped out with dancing steps. She has changed her clothes and a red dance skirt, which is more and more eye-catching in the magnificent hall.

This time, it is no longer "nishang", but a new dance carefully arranged by Mu Zhi's painting.

The tune is a little passionate, but it is particularly in line with the atmosphere of the Chinese New Year Festival.

Mu Cen quietly looked at the beat in his hand, and his eyes fell on Mu Zhi's painting, but with a kind of banter.

Obviously God is on his side.

Why did Mu Zhi's paintings become famous in the first World War? Because most of them are graceful dances, which fully show the enchanting figure of women. It also conforms to the image of Mu Zhi's paintings. With his sweet body and talent in dancing, Mu Zhi's paintings are famous all over the world.

However, after Mu Cen's numerous stimulation, Mu Zhihua chose such a cheerful dance music.

This is the weakness of Mu Zhi's painting, which is not what she is good at.

It can't show her tenderness, but it can't dance out of the momentum of the dance music, so it's only nondescript in the end.

Even Li Changtian, who had been looking forward to it, twisted his eyebrows and watched Mu Zhihua dance in front of him, but he did not open his eyebrows. Although the minister on one side was smiling, there was already a look of impatience in his eyebrows.

Chen Zhirong has also noticed.

Even Mu Cen, who was dancing on the stage, noticed it.

She was more and more cold and sweaty, but now she had no choice but to give up. There was no way out.

Mu Cen did not speak, just so jokingly read.

He even helped Mu Zhihua step on the beat a few times.

When the music was about to fall, he Xiang was close to Mu Cen and said in a low voice, "Miss, you're going to get ready."

Mu Cen nodded and stood up quietly.

Almost also in Mu Cen stand up of moment, three Mou light almost at the same time looked to Mu Cen.

Mu Cen calmly did not say a word, back to the three people calmly walked toward the back hall, ready for the next performance.

However, there was a rare applause in the front hall, which was quite different from the warm applause in the first few years.

But looking at Mu Hongyuan's face, Li Changtian said a few nice words.

But everyone can see that Li Changtian's perfunctoriness and Mu Zhi's painting are out of order. On such an occasion, everyone laughs and passes away.

Mu Zhihua stood passively behind Chen Zhirong with a stiff face.

There is no end to such grievances.

Seeing Mu Cen leave again, Mu Zhihua's eyes become more and more venomous. She wants to see how mu Cen can dance "snow girl" tonight.

The maids in the back hall have long been bribed by Mu Zhihua.

If Mu Cen goes to the back hall to change clothes now, he can't change any clothes. Even the musician has been ordered. If Mu Cen doesn't have the right clothes and the right repertoire, he will lose face.

Thinking of this, Mu Zhi's painting seemed to be smooth only when he was angry.

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At the same time, back hall——

He Xiang saw the destroyed dance skirt and turned around anxiously: "Miss, what can I do? It's someone's intention. I think it must be princess Yi. How can she do such a thing?"

Compared with He Xiang's anxiety, Mu Cen seemed more calm.

She looked at the fragmentary white dance skirt, with a faint smile, as if she didn't care about it at all.

"It's a pity that this is a good material." Mu Cen light mouth.

He Xiang couldn't believe looking at Mu Cen: "Miss, what are you talking about! No matter how good the material is, it can't catch up with the current situation. The skirt is ruined. What kind of dancing do you wear? "

Mu Cen didn't speak.

In the last life, this scene also happened. It happened that it was also on the Zhongyuan Festival.

It was the first Zhongyuan Festival when Mu Cen married into the east palace. Mu Cen wanted to dance, but he was abetted by Mu Zhihua. He said that because the prince liked it, Mu Cen practiced a song.