Chapter 453

Not to mention, Qiu Xiang, who has no internal power at all, can only be killed by the living staff.

There is no less fear in Mu Zhihua's eyes.

Seeing Qiuxiang die in front of him, Mu Zhihua can't be indifferent. For mu Zhihua, Qiuxiang has been with him for many years. Since he was young, Qiuxiang has been following him all the way to the present.

In a sense, Qiuxiang is Chen Zhirong's legacy.

But now, Qiuxiang is dying in front of Mu Zhihua. As Mu Cen said, people around her will disappear one by one in front of her until she is alone.

Originally with a light fragrance of the bedroom, but now full of bloody taste, repeatedly remind Mu Zhihua, what happened before.

Mu Zhihua couldn't stand it any longer. He screamed out: "Mu Cen, you did it on purpose, you did it on purpose."

"What if the palace is on purpose?" Mu Cen casually smile, "side imperial concubine, if let this palace hear again, you even the name with surname call this palace's name, don't blame this palace don't give face."

Mu Zhi swallowed what he said.

She would not doubt Muchen's conduct.

Looking at Mu Cen's eyes, there is resentment, but more is panic.

Mu Cen took back his eyes and said coldly: "throw the body of this cheap maid to the mass grave in the western suburbs."

"Yes." The slave answered.

Soon, he Xiang's body was untied from the stool, directly covered with a black cloth bag, and was dragged out from the palace.

Mercilessly, what we dealt with was just a mole ant.

After that, Mu Cen didn't even look at the painting. He told Linglong faintly: "the side imperial concubine can't do without a close servant. After all, the side imperial concubine has just had a small birth. You should find a close servant to be diligent and smart."

"Yes." Linglong answered.

This also means that the edge of Mu Zhi's painting can no longer be his own people, but live under the supervision of Mu Cen anytime and anywhere.

The people Linglong can find are naturally the people Mu Cen can trust.

Mu Zhihua's face changed again and again, but she didn't dare to say anything more. In the end, she could only gnash her teeth and say, "my concubine, thank you for your concern."

Mu Cen sneered coldly, then turned around and walked out of the palace without stopping.

When he came to the door, Mu Cen suddenly turned around and looked at Mu Zhihua. Mu Zhihua's body, which was hard to stand up, almost softened.

"Side imperial concubine, hope next autumn fragrance, won't be you." Mu Cen's voice was even a little sad.

Then, Mu Cen left without looking back.

The reason why Mu Zhi kept the painting is not as simple as what he said on the surface. There are still some things that Mu Cen's thoughts have not been completely smoothed out.

For mu Cen, the current situation is like walking on thin ice. If he is not careful, he may even involve many innocent people. After all, he no longer has a complete grasp of what happened in the last life.

Lingling keeps up with Mu Cen, but she doesn't say anything.

In the East Palace, there was a dead silence.

Mu Cen knew very well that it was hard to find any more water in the East Palace before the autumn festival. Now it's Qu Hua Chang.

Mu CEN is also very clear that he can't overthrow Qu Huashang overnight. What's more, Li Shiyuan is still there.

Now it's time for Qu Huashang to settle down and stop making trouble. At least Mu Cen can do his best to deal with the unpredictable risks of Li Shiyuan and the rest.

Don't bother to prevent Qu Huashang from stabbing himself in the back.

We should find a way.

Mu Cen lowered his eyebrows and eyes to hide his deep meaning. His pace didn't slow down.

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The gloomy atmosphere in the East Palace lasted for a few days, but the servants were more and more respectful when they saw Mu Cen. It seemed that nothing had happened to Mu Cen. Except for greetings, he was only in the east palace.

Li Shiyuan came back more frequently.

Three meals a day almost always have meals with Mu Cen.

Li Shiyuan naturally knew that Mu Cen had killed Qiu Xiang, and that she had found a slave for mu Zhihua, but Li Shiyuan didn't mention it.

When Mu Cen said these things, it was cold and light, as if all of them had nothing to do with him.

Li Shiyuan didn't talk about all these things in the palace. On the surface, he seemed to care about Mu Cen, but between the lines, he was mentioning Mu Cen. All the way to the autumn festival, she was from the east palace. Her words and deeds represented the East Palace and were watched by people.

The implication is that Li Shiyuan will know everything about the autumn festival clearly. Mu Cen also lives under Li Shiyuan's eyes.

Mu Cen smiles, but he is calm.

She listened quietly, but the action of making tea didn't stop. Li Shiyuan suddenly clasped Mu Cen's wrist. Mu Cen's hand stopped and looked at Li Shiyuan calmly: "Your Highness?"

Li Shiyuan listened to Mu Cen's soft voice, and suddenly his eyes sank. Looking at Mu Cen's eyes again, he could not tell whether he was warm or not.

After sinking, Li Shiyuan said, "when the autumn festival comes back, I will give birth to a prince."

Mu Cen was quiet, and didn't answer. He just looked at Li Shiyuan, and didn't seem to know.

Li Shiyuan continued: "the prince of Aifei must be the prince of the king. On the day when the king ascends the throne, the prince of Aifei will be the prince."

Mu Cen laughed softly.

There was blood and cruelty hidden in the eyebrows and eyes, but on the surface, it still seemed warm and pleasant, as if with a trace of surprise.

When Li Shiyuan of the last generation tricked himself into conceiving the prince, it was Mu Cen who became the queen.

On the day after the establishment, Mu Zhihua, the side imperial concubine, was named the imperial concubine.

The imperial concubine's ostentation is bigger than the Queen's, who is big, who is small, all the people in Dazhou can see at a glance, and now hear these words, is Li Shiyuan suddenly coax Mu Cen, a few nights of favor, Mu Cen pregnant, she really think everything will be different.

As a result, children who are less than a hundred days are rewarded with heartfelt torture.

This is Li Shiyuan's promise to Mu Cen.

But this kind of mind, Mu CEN is very good, and then looked at Li Shiyuan, smiling face Yingying: "good."

Li Shiyuan also chuckled.

Mu Cen's chin is raised by his index finger. Mu Cen doesn't move, but Li Shiyuan suddenly lowers his figure. Junyan magnifies endlessly in front of Mu Cen and sticks his thin lips.

Very light kiss, did not entangle, and then all the way along Mu Cen's skin fell in her ear, word by word with a trace of bewitching: "I'm looking forward to the return of love princess."