Chapter 696

How can there be anything else to do now.

"I really didn't think of it." Mu Cen has some feelings.

Mu Zhanxiao was also shocked and surprised.

But mu Cen's eyes became serious: "I'm afraid it's not so simple. From this point of view, the fake painting of Mu Zhi had a purpose since it approached Li Shiyuan, and it was just a springboard to enter the residence of King Mu. "

Mu Zhanxiao nodded and looked at Mu Cen: "what do you mean?"

"Guess what, she wants the whole week." Mu Cen said directly, "I just can't guess her identity, so it's just a guess."

Otherwise, no one needs to go to King Mu's residence, change his face, climb up to Li Shiyuan, and even know so many things.

The secret of Da Zhou, this fake painting of Mu Zhi, is almost omniscient.

In the last life, Mu Cen had already felt that her three-month-old child died in the hands of Mu Zhihua in order to get blood. At that time, Mu Cen didn't think much, but after his rebirth, Mu Cen began to doubt.

Mu Zhihua grew up in a boudoir. He didn't go out of two doors. How could he know so much about the secret history of Da Zhou? Even the emperor of Da Zhou didn't know these secrets.

At first, Mu Cen thought that Mu Zhihua believed in some unofficial history or legend.

However, Mu Cen later overturned this assumption. If it was true, Li Shiyuan could not trust Mu Zhihua, and his trust in Mu Zhihua was obvious.

Now it seems that Mu Cen's incomprehension has been well explained.

She is not mu Zhi's painting, so everything is possible. The only purpose of knowing so much is probably the whole week.

"The people behind her must be found out, otherwise it will be a hidden danger for the emperor." Mu Cen sank and said quickly, "I'm afraid it's not easy."

Mu Zhanxiao nodded, not against Mu Cen's opinion.

Every word Mu Cen said was carefully thought out and must be reasonable.

"It's just this. Where should we start?" Mu Zhanxiao looked at Mu Cen and asked directly.

Everything is like a headless fly, so people can't find the direction, how can they find the place to start.

And Mu Cen sank: "so, we must save this real Mu Zhihua to find out. As long as there is a clue, we can continue. The painting in the snake cave, however, can't say anything. It's impossible to ruin the people behind it at the end of the day by enduring humiliation for so long. "

Mu Cen analyzed it carefully.

Mu Zhanxiao nodded, now everything can only wait.

But no one thought that such a thing would happen when Dazhou just changed the emperor.

Mu Cen didn't speak any more. He quickly sat down and felt the pulse for mu Zhihua in front of him. He quickly dealt with her wound. Her face was terrible. It took Mu Cen a long time to deal with it.

"It takes a long time for her skin to grow. In recent years, even if she grows new skin, she will probably be cut off by that person." Mu Cen calmly said, and then ordered, "let housekeeper Chen take off all the bronze mirrors in the house, and no mirrors are allowed to appear. In addition, find a reliable slave who will never speak. It's better to be dumb and serve her here."

"I'll deal with it now." Mu Zhanxiao nodded.

Mu Cen lowers his head and treats Mu Zhihua's wound again. Mu Zhihua doesn't respond in the whole process, but mu Cen knows that her breath is still there.

The atmosphere in the room was very gloomy.

Until it was getting dark, there was a knock from housekeeper Chen: "madam, here comes Mr. Rong. I'll take you back to the palace."

"Let Mr. Rong wait a moment." Mu Cen spoke calmly.

"Yes." Housekeeper Chen answered.

Mu Cen's forehead has been permeated with fine beads of sweat, until all the things in her hands are over, she is really relieved, at least the painting in front of Mu Zhi doesn't look as terrible as before.

Mu Zhanxiao stood on one side, a little surprised by Mu Cen's uncanny medical skills.

And Mu Cen finally stopped: "wait and see, see when she wakes up."

"What is she?" Mu Zhanxiao looks at Mu Cen.

"I don't think I'm worried about my life." Mu Cen sighed, "I don't know how long I can last next."

Mu Zhanxiao nodded.

They waited by Mu Zhihua's bed for a long time. Rong Jiu was waiting outside the room, but he didn't leave. It was quiet inside.

Until Mu Zhihua on the bed had a reaction, Mu Cen quickly walked over.

”Don't, don't... "Mu Zhihua closed his eyes and was frightened all the year round. His palm tightly clenched into a fist," don't cut my face, please, don't... "

The eyes were closed tightly, and the gauze had been wrapped up on his face, which covered his previously disgusting face with the medicine Mu Cen made today.

Seeing this, Mu Cen grabs Mu Zhihua's hand quickly and doesn't let her struggle any more to avoid hurting herself.

"I won't hurt you. I'm Mu Cen, your sister. " Mu Cen said word by word.

Mu Zhihua seems to be gradually quiet in such a voice. She carefully opens her eyes, but the whole person is still very weak.

She looked at the delicate person in front of her, but found that she had no impression of the person who claimed to be mu Cen.

A lot of memories have become lax.

All that's left is the gloomy memories of those years in the basement.

It's the instinct of survival to live to the present. Several times, Mu Zhihua wanted to die like this, but she was not willing to, and stubbornly supported her already weak body until now.

"I... I don't know you..." Mu Zhihua was still frightened.

"When I came back, you had an accident, so it's normal not to know me." Mu Zhihua said directly, "you should know him. Mu Zhanxiao is also your second brother."

This time, Mu Zhihua looked at Mu Zhanxiao for a long time, and then nodded.

When Mu Zhihua's accident happened, Mu Zhanxiao was also in the house. Before the accident, although they seldom communicated with each other, they at least lived together, so it was impossible not to know each other.

"I've already dealt with the wounds on your face and body, but not so fast. What happened in these years, you know very well that your face can't go back to its original appearance, but I will try my best. " Mu Cen said calmly, "now all you have to do is live."

Mu Zhi's painting hands touch his face consciously.

It's no longer bloody and uneven, but wrapped with gauze. This feeling makes Mu Zhi's painting a little unreal.