Chapter 152

"It's too sudden. We'll discuss it after the festival." Qu Huashang light mouth, prevent all the possibility of speaking.

Li Shiyuan frowned.

Li Changtian looks at Qu Huashang, and then falls his eyes on Li Shiyuan. His eyes are cold: "why does the prince have to make Mu Cen the crown princess?"

"The master of the East Palace naturally needs a smart woman to be the abbot. Mu CEN is the best choice." Li Shiyuan's face does not change, "besides, my son likes Mu Cen, and I also ask my father to help me."

Li Changtian, who always dotes on Li Shiyuan, unexpectedly doesn't agree.

This attitude makes Qu Hua's clothes frown.

Also let Li Shiyuan some unclear.

But in such an atmosphere, no one dare to speak.

When the atmosphere was slightly tense, Mu Hongyuan unexpectedly said: "emperor, the proposal of Weichen to the prince is meaningless. Whether it's Zhihua or Mu Cen, they are all the treasures of King Mu's house. It's my honor to be the crown princess. "

As soon as these words came out, Chen Zhirong, who had just appeased Mu Zhihua, just heard them. Her face changed again and again.

In fact, during this period of time, Chen Zhirong can detect Mu Hongyuan's partiality towards Mu Cen, but he didn't expect that in such a matter, he could be so eccentric.

If Mu Cen really becomes the crown princess, then she and Mu Zhihua will have no good life to live.

Chen Zhirong will not allow such a thing to happen.

But on such an occasion, Chen Zhirong said nothing and watched quietly.

Chen Zhirong will try to come up with a more reasonable way before everything is settled.

Mu Hongyuan's words, but Li Changtian quieted down, and then said coldly but dignified: "it's a major event in the palace for the prince to establish a concubine. This matter will be postponed until after this year's draft."

As soon as Li Changtian's words came out, the faces of the people present were different.

But no one dared to say anything more.

Only Chen Zhirong was relieved.

There is still three months to go before the draft, and it will be in the spring of next year.

In this March, as long as Mu Zhihua is able to bear Li Shiyuan's child, Mu Zhihua will be able to enter the East Palace smoothly. After all, although Li Shiyuan has never been a concubine, he still has concubines, but Li Shiyuan never gave birth to a prince.

As long as Mu Zhihua is pregnant, everything will change.

Chen Zhirong's face softened slightly.

But Li Changtian didn't stay in the East Hall. His tired look gradually disappeared, and the excitement in the east hall also disappeared.

Soon, the east hall was quiet again.

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Mu Cen calmly walked towards the west side hall, and didn't even look back at the brightly lit East Hall. Everything in the East Hall seemed to have nothing to do with Mu Cen.

Even Muchen's pace is getting faster and faster.

It was an easy victory, but mu Cen didn't feel any pleasure. On the contrary, it was like a huge stone pressing on Mu Cen's chest. He couldn't breathe.

Mu Cen sank and forced himself to calm down.

Now, for mu Cen, there is no turning back.

If she retreats, the result can be imagined.

Looking at the bright lights of the deep palace, it was the most familiar place in the last life, even more familiar to Muchen than the palace of King Mu. But in this life, Muchen was extremely disgusted.

This kind of irritability is getting worse and worse. Mu Cen suddenly turns around and walks towards the palace wall. When he comes to the west gate, Mu Cen jumps up and doesn't care that he is wearing a Ru skirt. He just goes along the palace wall and turns over again.

But after all, wearing Ru skirt is inconvenient.

At the moment of landing, Mu Cen's toe accidentally stepped on the skirt and nearly faltered. Before she had time to exclaim, suddenly a gust of wind came. Mu Cen became alert, but he had not come to respond. He had been hugged into a solid chest.

Just in a moment, Muchen relaxed.

Looking at the person who appeared in front of him, Mu Cen was almost helpless: "general long, where are you going to take me?"

Long Shaoyun didn't speak. He hugged Mu Cen all the way and quickly walked towards the deep place outside the palace wall.

Until a horse appears in front of long Shaoyun and Mu Cen, long Shaoyun still doesn't say a word, and directly takes Mu Cen to the horse and drives him away.

Mu Cen's ears only heard the wind, and there was no other sound.

While long Shaoyun raised his whip with one hand and protected Mu Cen with the other. The horse galloped towards the woods.

Mu Cen's voice was also covered by the constant whistling wind.

Until long Shaoyun's deep voice came: "cold?"

This person's deep eyes have fallen on Mu Cen's body. Because of the cold wind, Mu Cen's skin has goose bumps and his ears are red.

He didn't wait for mu Cen to speak, quickly took off his cloak and wrapped it directly on Mu Cen's body.

Cold disappeared, close to the person's chest, but bursts of warmth.

In the end, Mu Cen didn't speak, so long Shaoyun took him farther and farther.

Until the depth of the forest, the horse raised its hoof, after a whine, it gradually stopped.

……

Long Shaoyun jumps down, and Mu CEN is still sitting on the horse. After long Shaoyun stands firm, he reaches out his hand and hands it to Mu Cen: "come down."

Mu Cen hesitates, and finally reaches out his hand and lets long Shaoyun help him get off the horse.

Until Mu Cen fell to the ground, she looked at long Shaoyun, and then took off her cloak. Before she could return it to long Shaoyun, the man said faintly: "put it on. The girl's body is delicate. It's windy outside. It's easy to get cold."

Dazhou is the coldest around Zhongyuan Festival.

Snowflakes fall off one by one.

The black shawl was already covered with snowflakes.

And Mu Cen under the shawl is just a Ru skirt, and the former shawl is in the East Hall. Mu Cen didn't show any affectation. He said thanks and didn't force him to return his cloak to long Shaoyun.

But mu Cen didn't move his eyes when he looked at long Shaoyun: "general long, what's the matter with you bringing me here?"

Mu Cen raised his eyebrows, but his voice was still calm.

Long Shaoyun just looked at Mu Cen, very quiet, and did not answer Mu Cen's question for the first time.

Mu Cen did not urge.

Two people stand very close, who did not break such silence.

All of a sudden, long Shaoyun gently smiles: "it's not already what you want. Why don't you have any happiness in your eyes?"

Mu Cen twists his eyebrows and looks at long Shaoyun with some puzzlement.

"The crown prince has already explained to the emperor that he wants to make you the crown princess. You should be happy, shouldn't you?" Long Shaoyun asked Mu Cen lightly.