Mu Ci didn't know how long he sat there before he stood up.
When she turned around, she saw Dugu Liancheng standing not far away with a dull expression. Next to him, stood Zhao Ling with an unclear smile.
It seemed that Zhao Ling knew that she had come to the Ginkgo Forest, and it was her who tipped off Dugu Liancheng, so Dugu Liancheng appeared here.
This woman knew how to figure out the emperor's thoughts.
Even if Dugu Liancheng doesn't like her anymore, it is an indisputable fact that she is committed to him. The majestic emperor will definitely not be too happy to see the woman he was lucky enough to sit at the place where her late husband died for a long time.
Otherwise, Zhao Ling is a very capable woman and knows how to seize the opportunity to provoke?
"The Ai family was about to ask the abbot why there were no traces of fighting here, or even a trace of blood." After Mu Ci finished speaking, Shi Shiran walked away.
She went to the abbot and asked him if he had disposed of the corpses of the assassins. Unexpectedly, the abbot's answer was exactly the opposite.
"The poor monk wanted to dispose of the corpses of the assassins early this morning. How could he know that when he went there, there were no signs of fighting, and of course he didn't see the corpses of the assassins."
Dugu Liancheng happened to come over, and when he heard the abbot's answer, he immediately became interested: "Is this serious?"
He had just walked through the trail and could not see any traces of a fight. If Sizhu hadn't been so seriously injured, he even suspected that Mu Ci had fabricated the assassination incident.
"It's absolutely true, not even a single trace was left." the abbot replied resolutely.
Mu Ci thought about the whole process of his benefactor's appearance last night and thought thoughtfully: "Last night, those assassins died miserably. Their heads were missing, and their deaths were cruel. We really need to erase all traces of the scene.
, you need to be very careful.”
What was the origin of the benefactor who saved her? Why could he be so cruel and yet so careful? She really couldn't figure it out.
"The Queen Mother is very capable. When she came to Dingshan Temple, there were noble people to rescue her, and there were people to help the Queen Mother deal with the aftermath." Dugu Liancheng said sarcastically to Mu Ci.
This woman has always attracted bees and butterflies, and this time is no exception.
Maybe that person took a fancy to Mu Ci's beauty and suddenly took action to save her life.
"It's probably because the Ai family's fortune is good." Mu Ci was too lazy to argue with Dugu Liancheng.
When she passed by Dugu Liancheng, she took a special look at Zhao Ling: "Concubine De looks very tired. The beauty of women in the harem is fundamental. The Ai family were frightened at first sight, but the emperor's endurance is okay."
Zhao Ling's face changed slightly and she couldn't help but touch her face.
I was on the road all night last night, and the carriage was so bumpy that I couldn't fall asleep, so I was definitely feeling haggard.
Now that Mu Ci reminded her, she was a little worried that her haggard face would disturb the Holy Emperor. Thinking of this, she quietly glanced at the Emperor.
The emperor's expression was as usual, and when he happened to look over, she immediately lowered her head: "I'm going back to my room first, please leave!"
After she returned to the east wing, she immediately found a mirror and looked at her face. Sure enough, her face was pale and ugly. But then she thought, the emperor had seen her at her ugliest appearance.
At that time, she had a miscarriage, suffered physical and mental damage, and often had no sleep. The emperor had already seen her at her ugliest appearance. In this case, how could he care about her ugly appearance at this moment?
Mu Ci is a cunning woman, one word can make her confused, so she should not be underestimated.
After lunch, Mu Ci said goodbye to the abbot and left Dingshan Temple.
Sizhu was seriously injured and could not travel long distances. She ordered Jirou to stay and take care of her, and they would return to the palace in a few days.
When she was about to get on the carriage, there was a person who was faster than her and got on the carriage first. It was Zhao Ling who had specially dressed up.
Because of the makeup she put on, Zhao Ling looked radiant and radiant at the moment. Compared to the haggard look she had before, she seemed like a different person.
When Zhao Ling got on the carriage, he gave her a demonstrative look.
Only then did Mu Ci realize that Dugu Liancheng had already boarded the carriage. No wonder Zhao Ling wanted to grab it from her.
Coming to the quiet place of Buddhism, Zhao Ling did not forget to fight for favor.
She walked to another carriage as if nothing had happened and called Ningxiang to accompany her.
"Concubine De is so bullying. She even dares to compete with the empress for her position." As soon as Ningxiang got in the car, she began to scold Zhao Ling.
Mu Ci smiled: "I'm not taking your position, why are you angry?"
Ningxiang hated the fact that iron could not be made into steel: "Your Majesty is kind-hearted. If I were a slave, I would just kick Concubine Zhao De off the carriage."
"If you really want to do this, you can give away the head." Mu Ci replied quietly.
Ningxiang thought about it and said, "But if the empress does this, her head will be saved. Why doesn't the empress not destroy the majesty of Concubine De and make Concubine De good-looking?"
Mu Ci didn't speak anymore. She opened the curtain and looked at Dingshan Temple getting further and further away, and the smile on her face gradually faded.
She felt that someone was looking at her, and when she looked at her, it was Dugu Liancheng. At some point, he also lifted up the car curtain, and saw all her actions in his eyes, as if he was keeping a secret.
Mu Ci didn't delve into what his expression meant. He just put down the car curtain and found a place to lie down.
Along the way, she fell into a deep sleep, unaware of the passage of time.
In the early morning of the next day, they returned to the palace.
It is said that Dugu Liancheng stayed at Wushou Palace that night.
The news of Lord Long Live's return to the palace quickly spread throughout the harem, and everyone rushed to tell each other. As a result, all the harem concubines felt that there was hope.
Mu Ci still has regrets.
She failed to place incense sticks in front of the late emperor's tomb on the anniversary of his death, so she returned to the palace. This meant that her trip out of the palace was in vain and Sizhu was seriously injured.
On August 23, Dugu Liancheng called Mu Ci to Yanfu Palace as soon as he came to court.
After that, Mu Ci would not be allowed to leave. No matter what he did, Mu Ci would be allowed to stand where he could see him.
Mu Ci didn't know what Dugu Liancheng had planned at first, but later she realized that Dugu Liancheng had made up his mind not to give her the opportunity to pay homage to the late emperor.
He was afraid that he had forgotten that the late emperor was also his relative and his elder brother.
Why does he need to watch her every move like a thief?
In fact, as long as you have the intention to pay homage and keep your thoughts in mind, it does not have to be expressed in form.
Dugu Liancheng kept Mu Ci by his side because he actually wanted to test Mu Ci's reaction.
Throughout the day, Mu Ci would eat when she needed to and take a nap when she needed to. There was nothing wrong with it. He even wondered if she had forgotten that today was the death anniversary of the late emperor.
At night, he deliberately ordered Mu Ci to stay with him and continued to test her reaction, but Mu Ci didn't say anything.
For a moment, he felt that he had too much heart.
She had always been cold-hearted, so how could she always remember the deceased person?
"Mu Ci, will you give me whatever I want?" Dugu Liancheng played with Mu Ci's delicate fingers.
He didn't know whether it was because all his daughters' hands were so beautiful, or whether it was just hers who never got tired of looking at them.
