Chapter 913

But Li Shiyuan's appearance really scared him. Under such circumstances, Mu Cen finally kept silent, just a little pale face, still some grievances.

"It's not easy for you to have a little blood color, and you will get sick. The blood color before that will disappear completely. Knowing that your blood is precious, you are still doing these things. Even if the slaves can't deal with it, you can let the people from Li's Embroidery room come." Li Shiyuan seems to be reprimanding Mu Cen.

Mu Cen didn't open his mouth all the time. He just listened quietly and looked down at the bandage between his eyes.

In fact, it was Li Shiyuan who made a mountain out of a molehill.

But this person's concern, let Mu Cen's mouth slightly up, the previous grievance seems to disappear, the atmosphere between the two suddenly better.

Not so good, but at least it's not as awkward as before.

But Li Shiyuan looked at the cloth in Mu Cen's hand and asked, "do you come here to embroider these things? Why don't you let the people from Li's Embroidery room deal with it? "

And the cloth has been caught by Li Shiyuan: "this is Xifu?"

Mu Cen didn't deny it, because it was really Xifu.

Li Shiyuan was quiet: "is it for me?"

This is Li Shiyuan's subconscious view that this is just a sleeve of Xifu. Mu Cen obviously carried it separately and put it together at last, rather than a complete Xifu.

The width of the sleeves is obviously for adults. The most important thing is that Mu Cen's current identity can only be embroidered for Li Shiyuan, not for others.

Even though Mu Zhanxiao's marriage is just after the autumn festival, it's not enough for mu Cen to do it himself. That will only leave a handle, Mu Zhanxiao will not do such a thing, Mu Cen will not.

So subconsciously, Li Shiyuan felt that this was from Mu Cen.

"Prepare for the empress after the autumn festival?" Li Shiyuan thought so with a faint smile in his eyebrows.

In the great Zhou Dynasty, there has been a tradition since ancient times that newlyweds should sew a set of happy clothes for their husbands, representing their future peace and beauty.

In the Imperial Palace, there are naturally slaves to wait on them. There are many rules in the Imperial Palace, and the wedding dresses they sew are not suitable. Therefore, when the concubines of the harem marry into the Imperial Palace, they are all prepared by special personnel, not by themselves. But if you have a heart, it doesn't get in the way.

Just like Mu Cen now.

And Mu Cen was asked by Li Shiyuan, a little stunned, and then subconsciously shook his head.

This time, Li Shiyuan's eyebrows twisted: "not for me, but for whom?"

Li Shiyuan asked directly, and the previous pleasure seemed to disappear in an instant. He couldn't say that feeling, which made Li Shiyuan's heart blocked. How could he not breathe smoothly.

But more is a kind of jealousy, jealousy can let Mu Cen personally sew clothes.

Li Shiyuan looks at Mu Cen and is waiting for his answer.

Mu CEN is calm: "it's made for AO Feng."

This made Li Shiyuan sneer: "how big is Aofeng now, and how long will it take to wait for Aofeng to meet you? How can you know how tall and how tall Aofeng will be in the future, and how can you not be afraid of not being suitable?"

This is a question, also waiting for mu Cen when to give himself a reasonable answer.

There are too many places that can't be explained, so Li Shiyuan didn't plan to let Mu Cen go, and the fist in the palm of his hand unconsciously clenched.

It's like Qu Hua's clothes were given by Li's family. It's like Mu Cen was wearing a green hat. He couldn't express his depression. However, Li Shiyuan was not impulsive. He waited patiently for mu Cen to speak.

Mu Cen was quiet for a moment. Knowing what Li Shiyuan thought, she still looked at Li Shiyuan seriously: "yes, I don't know how tall and how fat and thin Ao Feng will grow in the future. It's just made by feeling. I don't want to let myself have regrets. At least when Aofeng got married, I left something for him instead of leaving empty handed. "

This word Mu Cen said is calm, but it is sincere.

Li Shiyuan just looked at it, but the gloom in his eyes still lingered.

Whether it's pride or others, all in all, this joy is not for himself. Such a feeling makes Li Shiyuan feel jealous.

It seems that everything Mu Cen does is to put others in the first place, while he is always in the last.

The more such an idea, the more irritable Li Shiyuan is, and the more gloomy he looks at Mu Cen.

Mu Cen felt it, sighed silently, and didn't explain much at last.

There are some things that can't be explained.

"Believe it or not, that's my explanation." Mu Cen spoke quietly and finished what he said.

Li Shiyuan picks up Xifu, and Mu Cen's eyebrows twist slightly. Xifu soon turns into ashes in Li Shiyuan's hands. Mu Cen looks at Li Shiyuan, and his eyes seem to be cold.

"What does the emperor mean?" Mu Cen asked.

"Shufei should always remember that you are my concubine. When you sew these things, you should first consider for me, not for the unimportant people." Li Shiyuan sneered, "the prince is only recorded in your name, not your own. You don't need to do anything for the prince."

This is just an excuse. Li Shiyuan forced Mu Cen to admit his identity.

"It's the prince's biological mother who wants to do this for the prince. Otherwise, everyone's behavior will be said to have a different intention. Is it the same with Shufei?" Li Shiyuan looks at Mu Cen coldly.

Mu Cen can't speak because of Li Shiyuan.

She can't admit her identity.

But Li Shiyuan is approaching step by step. It seems that he doesn't give Mu Cen any chance to struggle until he forces Mu Cen to the corner.

Mu Cen became more and more passive: "my concubine..."

"Why didn't you go on? I'm waiting for your explanation. " Li Shiyuan's eyes glowed at Mu Cen.

Mu Cen finally has some helplessness, so she looks at Li Shiyuan, her eyes are open, but when facing Li Shiyuan, she is more at a loss. Finally, Mu Cen sighs silently.

"Why not?" Li Shiyuan is questioning.

Mu Cen looked at Li Shiyuan: "what does the emperor want to hear from my concubine?"

"Don't you know what I want to hear from you?" Li Shiyuan asked again.

They were in a stalemate for a moment. However, Li Shiyuan waited for a long time, but mu Cen didn't speak. He just stood like this. Li Shiyuan was completely annoyed by this. The next moment, Li Shiyuan held Mu Cen up. Mu Cen exclaimed, for a moment and a half, he didn't know what Li Shiyuan was going to do.