Chapter 192

Li Shiyuan also came tonight, and Mu Cen suddenly did not dare to be so sure whether there would be any changes in the matter tonight.

In this hesitation, a low voice could not be lower: "it's rare to see you feel uneasy. You are quite a princess. Shouldn't you be happy to see the prince?"

That's Li Shiyuan.

Mu Cen ignores Li Shiyuan's banter and ridicule, slightly wring his brow, and then crosses the threshold.

I don't know whether it's because I'm thinking about things in my heart or because Li Shiyuan is standing behind me. For the first time, Mu Cen didn't notice the threshold and nearly tripped himself.

Li Shiyuan, who was behind him, quickly held Mu Cen, with a little smile in his eyebrows and eyes, and looked at Mu Cen calmly: "it's not necessary to throw yourself in the arms."

Mu Cen

This man——

Thinking of Li Shiyuan lending Rong Jiu, Mu Cen didn't care about it with Li Shiyuan. Besides, it's not the right time.

And Li Shiyuan just righted Mu Cen and did nothing more.

As if everything had never happened before, it passed quietly.

They quietly followed Mu Hongyuan and Li Shiyuan and entered the residence of King Mu.

Everything in King Mu's house has been well prepared.

Mu Hongyuan respectfully invited Li Shiyuan to the throne, but Li Shiyuan was not polite. The people on the scene sat down along the seat. Mu Hongyuan even deliberately left the right seat of Li Shiyuan to Mu Cen.

Before that, it was the position of Mu Zhi's painting.

Mu CEN is to smile, didn't shirk responsibility.

Mu Zhihua looked at Mu Cen and hated him so much that he couldn't say a word. However, due to such an occasion, Mu Zhihua couldn't say a word, so he could only look at it with resentment.

Mu Cen sat down, but he could see Li Shiyuan clearly, because Li Shiyuan was opposite him, but they didn't have any eye contact.

On the contrary, Li Shiyuan looked at Mu Cen from time to time, but did not avoid the presence of people, asking Mu Cen are some painless questions.

"Do you like the little ones?" Li Shiyuan asked in a low voice. In the eyes of outsiders, their attitude is so intimate.

Mu Cen said with a smile: "not bad. Just trouble your highness to send people from the palace to the palace. "

"Just like it." Li Shiyuan didn't care how the slaves would speed up their work during this period. "I went to see my grandmother a few days ago, but she was thinking about you. I'll take you to the palace some time, so that she won't always say that I've hidden you."

"Good." Mu CEN is clever and obedient.

Li Shiyuan squints his eyes and looks at Mu Cen like this. Mu Cen doesn't avoid Li Shiyuan's eyes.

On the contrary, Li Shiyuan suddenly chuckled. The whole person was closer. Mu Cen didn't dodge. He sat straight. Occasionally, his eyes fell on Mu Zhihua's body, and his red lips raised a provocative smile.

Mu Zhi's painting is more than hatred——

From following Li Shiyuan to now, apart from Li Shiyuan's tenderness in the boudoir, Li Shiyuan would only coax himself to be happy when no one was around, instead of now, completely ignoring the occasion to coax Mu Zhihua to be happy.

They even sent snacks from the palace to the palace.

Not to mention speaking to one person in a slow and soft voice in front of everyone.

The dignity of Li Shiyuan's status has always been the flattery of others. It is not the flattery of Li Shiyuan.

Never.

Now, however, Mu Cen can enjoy all this. How can Mu Zhihua not hate it? Even Mu Zhihua doesn't forget to challenge himself even now.

Mu zhihuaming knows that he wants to calm down, but bursts of anger in his head make Mu Zhihua unable to calm down.

Until mu zhantian's almost fierce eyes came, Mu Zhihua forced himself to calm down, red eyes, low head, silent.

Instead, Mu Cen suddenly opened his mouth and said to Li Shiyuan, "Your Highness, you hurt Princess Yi's heart like this."

Li Shiyuan looked at Mu Cen without changing his face: "do you want me to be nice to Princess Yi?"

Mu Cen said with a smile: "Mu Cen prefers to spoil one person. It's like a father to his mother. "

Her eyes did not move away from Li Shiyuan, and there was no joke between the lines. Instead, she said such words to Li Shiyuan so frankly.

"Do you want my king's special favor?" Li Shiyuan stares at Mu Cen and asks faintly.

With such a tone, no one can guess Li Shiyuan's mood.

Mu Cen was calm, and he didn't have any change because of Li Shiyuan's attitude. He raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes couldn't tell whether he was trying or provoking.

But in the eyes of outsiders, it seems very pure.

Mu Cen did not deny: "yes."

Li Shiyuan finally laughed unexpectedly: "let's see what you can do to get the favor of this king."

Mu Cen smiles. This time, he doesn't speak. He quietly lowers his head and drinks the tea in the cup. Li Shiyuan's eyes fall on Mu Cen's body and never take it back for a long time.

All the way to the sound of music in the palace.

Mu Hongyuan opened his mouth at the right time, and Li Shiyuan was able to make peace with the people present.

And Mu Cen stopped talking.

On the contrary, Li Shiyuan was much quieter in the whole process, but his eyes occasionally fell on Mu Cen's body, sharp and gloomy, which made Mu Cen wring his eyebrows.

What are she and Li Shiyuan?

At best, it's just men and women who are changing.

And now being looked at by Li Shiyuan, it seems that he is guilty of being discovered by this man?

Mu Zhihua regained his mind from this idea, and then he gave a light smile. The corner of his mouth was full of self mockery, and then he looked at the singing and dancing in the hall as if nothing had happened.

Occasionally, Mu Cen's eyes swept over the people present, and soon returned without any trace.

Until Mu Cen looked at Ji Niang, her eyes stayed for a while, and then she took it back lightly, and then she lowered her head and ate the food on the plate as if nothing had happened.

Mu CEN is waiting.

Wait for the moment.

……

Dancer after dancer, musicians also keep playing music, the palace is full of pleasant conversation, even on weekdays rarely speak of Wang Xueshuang, will occasionally say a few words, seems to be particularly pleasant to the present situation.

Mu Hongyuan and Li Shiyuan had a good conversation. Li Shiyuan would occasionally respond to him, but he would never take away the limelight of Li Shiyuan.

The guests and the host are happy.

Only Chen Zhirong, the feeling of sweaty palms followed.

It's clear that the hall is full of Bright Candles and people, but Chen Zhirong feels cold. The fierce cold comes from the bottom of her feet. The people here are constantly making people have illusions, adding up a little bit, and finally they can't see anything clearly.