"Such a beauty, if you can get it, what more can the husband ask for. Mu Zhi ......"

His back was straight, his eyes were a little brighter than the sun outside the house, and he stared at Mu Rouxi with a focused and solemn expression: "Mu Zhi is eager to marry Miss Mu San as his wife." ”

"Giggle...... After all these years, where am I still Miss Mu San! ”

Mu Rouxi giggled a few times, like an innocent girl, with a bit of inadvertent charm in the corners of her eyes, and a low sigh when she spoke.

She Mu Rouxi, where is the amazing and brilliant Miss Mu San? Ever since she was sent to King Rong's mansion to do that charming thing, she is no longer worthy of the title of Miss Guanjia, isn't she? Not to mention the later ...... She really can't even compare to the people in the building.

"In my heart, you are still the same Miss Mu San, and this will never change."

Only this person would think so.

Putting away the thoughts in her heart, when Mu Rouxi raised her head again, there were many complicated emotions in her eyes, only a little shyness remained, she looked at Shen Muzhi, as if she was thinking carefully about what he said.

After a while, her cheeks were a little flushed and said: "How can anyone directly ask the girl's family to marry, the Weiyuan Marquis Mansion is now my second brother Yan'er is in charge." ”

After speaking, the blush had already smeared to the root of her ears, and she lowered her head with a little timidity, missing the huge surprise light that burst out of Shen Muzhi's eyes.

"It's me who is confused, I'll go find someone to come to the door to propose now." Shen Muzhi was really carried away by joy at this moment, and he turned around and was about to run outside.

"Amu."

This is after many years, Mu Rouxi called him affectionately as when she was a child, and Shen Muzhi's footsteps paused.

"Amu, you just came back from the southwest today, and you ran directly to me before you entered the palace, if you don't enter the palace now, the emperor is afraid that someone will demolish my small courtyard. I have already promised that the matter of proposing marriage will not be delayed for a day. ”

Mu Rouxi smiled softly like water, which was also something that Shen Muzhi had not seen for a long time, a cold smile that melted people's hearts like the warm sun in winter. He just hesitated, and was instantly conquered by his own thoughts, yes, it is much better to let the emperor give marriage than to propose to Raushzi.

"Then you wait for me, I will let the emperor give a decree tomorrow to give marriage."

Mu Rouxi looked at his inevitable appearance, and somehow suddenly overlapped with the appearance of a few years ago, and the smile on the corner of her mouth stiffened for a moment, and she quickly came back to her senses.

"Hmm. I waited. ”

Whether it's a marriage or a marriage proposal, she's just stalling for time.

Watching Shen Muzhi's brisk and happy back gradually move away, the last trace of temperature in Mu Rouxi's eyes dissipated, leaving only a dead silence like a frozen lake in winter.

After tonight, as long as tonight passes, everything is over.

The waiting time is always long, anxious like a weasel who can't steal a chicken pacing in his heart, Mu Rouxi sat quietly at the table, with the tranquility of Mount Tai crashing in front of him, but the book in his hand had been pinched.

"Miss, Master Hou has come back from the palace. Please come to the temple and have dinner together. ”

When the next person came to deliver the news, the sunset in the distance was a little red and dazzling, Mu Rouxi closed her eyes, put down the book, and followed behind the maid she couldn't name with a calm step.

"Sister, come on. I specially asked someone to make you your favorite lotus root. There are vegetarian fried lotus roots, cold lotus roots, and pork bones boiled lotus root soup. ”

Mu Yan, who has just become the Marquis of Weiyuan, has a little more mature and stable on his slightly immature face, but when he faced Mu Rouxi, he was still the coquettish and flattering child when he was a child.

Suppressing the sourness in her eyes, Mu Rouxi wanted to touch his head like when she was a child, but her hand stretched out but stayed in the air a little embarrassed, Mu Yan had grown much taller than her.

"My sister is still the same as before, obviously I've grown so big."

Mu Yan teased a little mischievously, but obediently bent down and rubbed Mu Rouxi's palm with the top of her head, and in an instant, the sourness in Mu Rouxi's heart almost drowned her out of her eyes.

Suppressing those emotions that she couldn't have now, Mu Rouxi smiled and pulled Mu Yan to sit down, the first time she took the food in front of her so seriously.

"Ah Yan, I want to go see Mu Qingshan tonight." After eating, Mu Rouxi suddenly said when Mu Yan cleaned his hands.

"Sister, what are you going to do to see him. He...... He ......" Mu Yan was so anxious that he knocked over the water that cleaned his hands, and his face was undisguised with anger.

When he was eleven years old, he was sent to the military camp of his eldest brother in Northern Xinjiang, and when he returned to Beijing at the age of fourteen, Mu Rouxi had been sent by their biological father to the Rongwang Mansion as a concubine, and served with their biological sister.

He had just planned with Shen Muzhi to save Mu Rouxi from the Longtan Tiger's Den in Rongwangfu, and Rongwangfu had already mourned for her under the auspices of his eldest sister Mu Yao.

He didn't believe it, but he did look at her cold corpse, as peaceful as if she were asleep, but there was no pulse or a trace of life at all. He could only return to northern Xinjiang in grief.

Later, what later......

Until some time ago, Su Wangfu and Rong Wangfu were successively found to be collaborating with the enemy and treason and beheaded, and even the old Marquis Weiyuan was also imprisoned. After he was recalled to Jincheng by the emperor's secret decree to inherit the Weiyuan Marquis Mansion, he saw Mu Rouxi again, who had died a few years ago.

At that time, she was full of traces of whipping, and the culprits who caused these were their biological father Mu Qingshan, and Mu Yao, who had the same father and mother as Mu Rouxi.

"Ah Yan, Ah Mu said that he would ask the emperor for marriage, I want to tell Mu Qingshan the good news."

There are some insiders that Mu Yan doesn't know, and the world doesn't know, so Mu Yan saw her smiling ill-intentionedly, and thought she was angry with Mu Qingshan. Thinking of the anger in her heart, she didn't say anything more and asked people to get the Hou Ye's order.

"I'll let Fushun follow you." Fushun has also been on the battlefield with him in Northern Xinjiang, and with him to protect him, he should rest assured.

"Okay." Such a trivial matter, Mu Rouxi is not entangled.

Mu Qingshan is imprisoned in Jincheng Heavenly Prison, and if she wants to visit, she must have a certificate, she is a Miss Hou Fuyan who died a few years ago, and if she doesn't have the token in her hand, she can't enter the prison at all.

The prison guard was strange about Mu Rouxi's identity, but he was quite diligent in doing things in front of the token, and he didn't forget to say smoothly with the lamp in front of him: "Although the girl can rest assured, the old marquis was not treated harshly in the prison, and he was also given the greatest dignity." ”

"So...... Very good. ”

The prison guard listened to Mu Rouxi's answer, and somehow the back of his head was a little cold.

At the very end of the prison, there is an independent place for prisoners, and the layout inside is quite neat compared to the rest of the prison, and at this moment, there is a person who seems to have fallen asleep on the wooden bed, it is Mu Qingshan.

The jailer opened the door and retreated, but Fushun followed.

"Miss, Master Hou instructed me to protect you every step of the way." Fushun didn't speak loudly, just enough for the lying person to hear.

He moved his fingers, but he didn't open his eyes.