"Get up."

The voice of the young emperor came from above his head.

Everyone stood up, Mu Jinghong stood up slowly, and was facing Chu Yu who was close to him.

Chu Yu, who held Gu Chenxiang's hand in one hand, stood in front of him, as if he had returned to that night.

Same.

She stood on the other side and looked at the two people holding hands from afar.

Satire!

Strong irony!

Gu Chenxiang climbed Chu Yu's arm with a gentle smile in his eyes, "Your Majesty, I am planning to leave Jinghong in the palace for a few days!"

The man intimidated looked over and lingered on her for a moment, saying, "You can't speak well in the palace, and you can also relieve your boredom when you stay in the palace!"

"I thank the emperor!"

Chu Yu gently patted the back of her hand, then looked at the three people with red cheeks.

Chu Yu was handsome and had a transcendent status. The power of the superiors was like a mountain in front of these concubines, which made them respect and joy!

Even Mu Yuanjia, who was happy and had a look of his shadow, was moved.

The emperor's eyes came over, and the joy at the three of them could not be concealed.

Gu Chenxiang frowned and his eyes became colder.

His eyes fell on the delicate and beautiful faces of the three of them. Gu Chenxiang suddenly clasped his hands tightly, and his fingernails tugged into the palm of his hand reminded her some facts.

Chu Yu was at a young age and sooner or later he would have to take a concubine.

But it’s not these fox charming people in front of you who are raising your face!

"These are the daughters of the Muhou Mansion!"

After Chu Yu finished speaking, Mu Xianglan was the first to step forward and said shyly: "My daughter Xianglan has seen the emperor!"

Mu Changhuan was not willing to leave behind, so he bowed his knees and glanced up with a pair of almond eyes with autumn waves. His smiling eyes hit the coldness in Gu Chenxiang's eyes. He was so scared that he took a step back and said timidly: "My daughter Changhuan has seen the emperor!"

"Your Majesty, it's time to have a meal soon. I'll let you prepare a few more dishes!" Gu Chenxiang stood in front of Chu Yu with a smile, and happened to block the three girls of the Mu family who were behind him.

Chu Yu's gaze turned back to her, and Gu Chenxiang felt much more comfortable.

"I won't disturb the Queen's party with her family," Chu Yu glanced at Mu Jinghong, who was silent when he left, and then passed by Gu Chenxiang's face again.

Several people respectfully sent the emperor away. When they retracted their gaze, Gu Chenxiang happened to see the loss in Mu Xianglan's eyes and a little longing!

The eyes instantly became as cold as frost.

It is also the reason why she did not try to keep Chu Yu for food. These concubines dared to have such bad intentions and overestimate their abilities.

Of course.

No one noticed that Mu Jinghong put away the cold expression of that moment.

During dinner, the few people didn't know the taste, especially Mu Yuanjia and the other two, who were very worried about eating.

Being able to have a meal with the queen is enough for them to be proud for a while, especially Mu Yuanjia is about to discuss marriage, so it is also very beneficial for her to walk in the palace often!

Even if it is not favored by the queen today, it is worth it.

It was also the reason why Lou asked them to enter the palace, allowing people outside to see their Mu Mansion and the palace.

On the way out of the palace, Mu Yuanjia lifted the curtain of the car and looked at the deep palace wall from afar. Even though he knew that it was just a cage like golden silk, there were still many dreamy women flocking to him.

Just then, Mu Yuanjia had that idea.

But the queen's attitude made her timid.

Only Mu Xianglan couldn't see his identity clearly and had that kind of unrealistic delusion.

The moment she put down the curtain, Mu Yuanjia thought of Mu Jinghong and her expression moved.

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"Miss Mu Qi, the bath soup is ready. The Queen asked me to serve Miss Qi well, so I will definitely call Miss Qi as if I were at home!" The big palace maid beside Gu Chenxiang smiled and turned from the screen.

"Sister Ninglu."

"Miss Seven, don't do this! And after asking someone to listen, you have to make some gossip!" Ning Lu said this, but her face was smiling.

Mu Jinghong smiled and said, "I'm not used to it. Others are waiting for the bath. Please, Sister Ninglu, let's have a try!"

"How can this make us all personally sent by the Queen to serve Miss Seven," Ninglu didn't care how Mu Jinghong refused and led her into the eight treasure screen.

Mu Jinghong had to be served by a few palace maids.

Ginlu came up to take off her clothes and untied her belt. Her jade-like skin was exposed in the air, with a faint layer of radiance. After seeing it, several palace maids praised her with envy and praise her skin as snow as she was silk!

Mu Jinghong's skin is indeed the best than any woman they have ever seen, and it's no wonder that the palace maids all showed such expressions.

Mu Jinghong didn't care about his perfect figure and his extremely shattered skin, and stepped into the bathtub with flower petals.

"etc!"

The dew came back to his senses and quickly rose up the ink hair that looked like a waterfall.

Mu Jinghong was about to immerse himself in the water and paused.

“Huh?”

The hair-lifting Gently behind her reached out and touched Mu Jinghong's slender neck. Mu Jinghong's scalp numb and asked, "What?"

After touching the slightest, he realized that he had crossed over and said quickly: "Miss Seven has a tattoo on his neck!"

"Tattoo?"

Mu Jinghong was stunned and raised his hand and touched it backwards.

Just at the side neck.

Her eyebrows gathered a bump, her eyes flashed, and she asked, "Yes, what do you think?"

Ginlu looked carefully for a moment and said, "This tattoo is very strange, like a skeleton with words hidden..."

Mu Jinghong frowned, slowly pulled Guilu's hand away, with a cold expression and said, "You all go out."

Ninglu and others were stunned. They watched Mu Jinghong put his hair on the bucket, closed his eyes and sank into the bucket without paying any more attention. They left lightly after a while.

Mu Jinghong reached out to touch the position of his neck, his eyes were solemn.

It's not a tattoo, it's a birthmark!

It should be said that it is the exclusive birthmark that Duanmu Zunyue should have, and it has existed since the moment she was born.

The shiny jade fingers, stained with water, slipped, revealing a birthmark slightly larger than the belly of the finger, which was a little light, but it still seemed clear and recognizable on the skin that was better than the snow!

Looking from the front, it really looks like a skeleton is emitting black smoke.

If you look closer, you will feel that there are small characters hidden in the black part.

People who don’t know think they are thorns.

Usually, Mu Jinghong's clothes were covered with ink hair. If he didn't take them open, no one knew that there was such a special thing behind him.

The patriarch once said something when she was eleven years old when she criticized her for her last time, revealing that this thing represents death and also means rebirth. Let's see how her fate is.

After forcibly spying, the patriarch's life was damaged that year, and she also took over as Wu Zhu, one of the patriarch's positions, and became a priest who judged good fortune for the country and the people!

In the last life, she was reborn again after her death, and she had already occupied the death and rebirth mentioned by the patriarch.

What does it mean when it reappears at this time?

Mu Jinghong didn't want to do it again, and he died here without doing anything.

With the fingernails, the birthmark part was sunken, and blood overflowed from the birthmark, dyeing Shengxue's skin red.
Chapter completed!