The next day, Mu Xuefu looked at a coral tree on the table, and her eyes were shining, did this King Chen slap a sweet date? Through the layers of gauze tents, she casually glanced at the housekeeper who bowed down and stood outside, and a lazy and coquettish voice came out, "Thank you for me, this coral is transparent, I like it very much, your prince bothered." ”

"The princess said that as long as the princess likes it, the princess also said that if the princess wants something, just tell the slave, and the slave will serve the princess with all her heart." Listening to this soft voice, Zhou Cheng's heart trembled, not to mention a man, I am afraid that women will be crispy when they hear it, and I am afraid that the posture is not bad with such a voice like a bird.

The smile on the corner of Mu Xuefu's mouth deepened, did he tell her that he was in charge of this palace? She, the princess, has no rights at all, just an empty shelf.

"Well, since you say so, then I will have to trouble you if I have anything to do in the future."

Her voice was like a feather teasing people's hearts, Zhou Cheng took a hard breath, and his attitude was more respectful, "The princess is the master of the palace, even if the prince promotes a slave, Zhou Cheng is just a slave, where is there any reason for the princess to say trouble." The princess's words were too heavy for the minions. ”

Mu Xuefu leaned back in the chair, found a comfortable position, and glanced at Qingzhuo. Qing Zhuo understood, took out a purse from his cuff, walked to Zhou Cheng's side and stuffed it into his hand.

"You've worked hard these days, I hope Steward Zhou will accept it."

Zhou Cheng didn't shirk it, the master appreciates things and looks up to you. He took the purse, stuffed it directly into his sleeve, and said: "The slave thanks the princess for the reward, the princess looks down on the slave, and the slave can only be regarded as worthy of the master's reward if he is loyal to the princess with all his heart." ”

Mu Xuefu looked at him seriously, although it was not real, but he could vaguely see his appearance. Thick eyebrows and big eyes, but there is a righteous face. has a respectful attitude and can speak, no wonder it is the house slave selected by King Chen, who is so clever.

"Well, go down, if I have something, I will naturally ask someone to invite you." After Mu Xuefu made a test, he waved his hand and let him leave.

After Zhou Cheng left, Zi Yao complained: "Some people are dragons who don't see the head but don't see the tail, but this Lord Chen, he doesn't see the head and the tail." ”

The smile on his lips slowly faded, and his eyebrows were heavy on his eyebrows. Mu Xuefu rubbed her temples and said, "I'm afraid that he will see the head and the tail of the dragon, this King Chen is more powerful than I imagined." Spreading rumors first, pretending to be sick last, on the surface he didn't marry me for rumors, but he told everyone that my anger rushed him. He had a good reputation, but he had to distance himself from me because of my fate. In this way, he was not guilty of both King Rong and King Rui. ”

"This King Chen is not a good thing, even the most important reputation of women has been ruined." Zi Yao gritted her teeth and said angrily.

"The royal people don't even care about human life, so how can they care about a woman's reputation?" The cold aura on his body suddenly appeared, his face seemed to be as cold as ice, and a trace of murderous aura jumped in his eyes. A heavy hatred appeared on Mu Xuefu's face, the scene from ten years ago flashed in her mind, her weakened shoulders trembled slightly, and the fierce light in her eyes flickered, but soon this hatred was hidden by her. She took a deep breath, exhaled the turbid air in her chest, and said, "You must be careful in all your actions in the future, and there must be no mistakes." ”

In the following days, Jing Rong had no leisure to investigate the case, and after more than 20 days, he had no clue at all, and the murderer was too cunning to leave even a single hair. As the date set by Emperor Xuanwu got closer and closer, he inevitably felt a trace of worry in his heart.

Although the weather in July was hot, after a heavy rain, there was still a slight breeze at night, and there was a shallow layer of mist in the air that shrouded the heavens and the earth. Jing Rong has always liked to play chess with himself, as if everything on the chessboard is in his own hands. He wants Shiroko to win, and Kuroko to lose if he wants to lose. This feeling of being in charge of the chessboard is like having the world in his hands, and everything is in his hands.

He has always played chess cleanly, but today, he is always indecisive, as if the chess pieces in his hand have become fine and are no longer under his control.

But slowly, his heart gradually calmed down, and his chess hand became smooth, and finally he dropped a black piece and ate all the white seeds around him. The gloom in my heart was swept away, as if the turbid air blocked in my heart was spreading. When he came back to his senses, he was shocked to find that there was a faint sound of the piano outside, and it turned out that it was not the chess pieces in his hand that erased the worries in his heart, but the long and long sound.

Who is playing the piano in the middle of the night? Could it be the woman in his backyard?

The strings whisper and pour out, like the sun shining on the earth in spring, and like the clear water of a cold spring, gurgling through the fine stones and weeds. The slow sound of the piano was low and mournful, like a cry, like a woman's cry, wisps, wanting to break off. Suddenly, the notes changed suddenly, complaining and angry, like thousands of horses galloping, like ice armor clashes, majestic and passionate, a picture unfolded in front of his eyes. The golden drums sounded in unison, the sound shook the valley, the sword light and sword shadow, the golden iron horse, and a scene of killing the enemy on the battlefield came to his mind.

He followed the sound, and the strings slowly faded away from the previous edge, and became mournful and sad. The sound of the piano led him step by step, and he came to a remote place. Looking up, I vaguely saw a few people sitting in the pavilion. He took a few steps, his steps gentle, as if he were afraid of disturbing the person who played the piano.

When he saw the person playing the piano clearly, he was stunned for a moment, and his heart felt like he had been slapped hard. But it was only for a moment, and when he wanted to savor the feeling, it was long gone.

The woman playing the piano in the pavilion was wrapped in a big red gold silk peony moire dress, revealing a graceful neck and shoulders and a clearly visible collarbone. Rose petal-like red lips, Katsuyuki's fair skin, small and delicate nose, perfect jaw, a pair of slightly sloping eyebrows, a pair of extremely charming eyes containing tears that will not fall, tears crystal clear, like bright stars in the night sky under the moonlight. Such a posture fully interprets charm and sorrow, with indescribable charm.

But those charming eyes have a lonely and cold atmosphere, the beauty is amazing but people dare not approach, she seems to be the red plum on the thousand-year-old snow-capped mountain, arrogant, cold, not profane, faintly there is a proud temperament in the world.

Jing Rong's footsteps unconsciously got a little closer, but who knew that he stepped on a broken tile, alarming the people in the pavilion.

"Who?" Mu Xuefu's movements in his hand stopped abruptly, and he suddenly got up and looked in the direction of the sound. When he saw the person clearly, he gasped slightly, the man in front of him was clearly a demon, and this face was even better than a woman.