Xiaohong stood silently behind Qiucao, also shocked. The surroundings were quiet and there was no sound.
The elongated shadow on the door became shorter and shorter until it was exactly the same as his height.
Qiucao didn't think anything about it. Before the door was opened, Qiucao took a deep breath, resisted the urge to rush in, and pulled Xiaohong back to a plum tree in the garden.
The door creaked open, and Mu Zhaozhen's figure appeared at the door, casting a long shadow on the corridor.
Qiucao subconsciously pulled Xiaohong to shrink into the dark.[
The sound of footsteps came from far to near, and then from near to far. Qiucao leaned out slightly, just in time to see the back of Mu Zhaochu, who was dressed in purple, disappearing from the door.
Not in the mood to appreciate how much that scene looked like an ink painting, Qiucao rushed out almost as soon as the door closed.
However, when he ran to the door, Qiucao suddenly stopped, holding his breath and staring at the door, not daring to reach out.
Mu Zi...will he be in there?
Xiaohong also chased after her, but she was also frozen there, not daring to push the door open.
So the master and the servant just stood there in a daze.
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After a long time, Qiucao finally moved. He spread out his tightly held hands, slowly raised them to the door, took a deep breath, and pushed in.
The moonlight filtered in along Qiucao's movement of pushing the door, drawing two long shadows on the smooth floor, breaking the darkness of the room.
Qiucao walked in slowly, stopped by the round table, and lit the oil lamp on the table.
The fire flickered, filling the room with light.
Qiucao looked around and saw Xiao Hong's face standing next to her. At the same time, she also found that the room was empty, without any trace of Mu Zi.
Qiucao didn't give up and walked around accompanied by Xiaohong who was holding an oil lamp.
Still found nothing. Not only did she not find anything, Qiucao even smelled the smell of burning incense in the air. After searching for the smell, Qiucao saw that there was a memorial tablet on her original dressing table. In the incense burner in front of the tablet
Burn incense.
The smell Qiucao smelled just now was from them.
Why did Mu Zhaoxu place a memorial tablet in the room where they lived before? Where were the Muzi people imprisoned again?
With countless questions in mind, Qiucao slowly stepped forward.
The characters "Prince Mu's Divine Throne" popped into his eyes without warning. Qiucao was slightly startled, and it took him a long time to react. His steps became unsteady and he took a step back.[