Chapter 85

But mu Cen did not put the curtain, so that such a picture would not pollute his eyes.

And cleaning up the slaves who followed him was a warning to Chen Zhirong.

Next time, the paper will become a sharp blade, pointing to Chen Zhirong's neck. This is also to prevent future trouble.

After all, no matter how careful you are, there will be accidents. Mu CEN is absolutely not allowed in such a time, the slightest deviation.

After Mu Cen finished a cup of tea, there was a knock on the door outside the private room, and the voice of manager Wang came: "Miss, it's me."

"Come in." Mu Cen answered.

Shopkeeper Wang was allowed to push the door.

Mu Cen had long expected that Chen Zhirong would let people follow him, so manager Wang changed his place and went directly to the teahouse to meet him. This teahouse is also under the name of Mu Zhanxiao, which is naturally a safe place. With the people coming and going, it will not cause any doubt.

After Mu Cen nodded, he asked faintly, "what's the noise outside?"

Shopkeeper Wang said: "someone is dead. The situation is unclear. The officials are here. "

Mu Cen's voice, and directly brought the topic in the past, what she wanted was to know if the slave was dead. In addition, Mu Cen's mood did not have any ups and downs.

Shopkeeper Wang followed Mu Cen for a while, but he knew something about Mu Cen's temper. Knowing that Mu Cen didn't want to talk about it again, he immediately changed the topic.

Shopkeeper Wang carefully told mucen the progress of the shop.

Mu Cen listened quietly, and occasionally looked up at manager Wang, but the questions he asked seemed sharp, which made the standing manager Wang sweat.

This kind of feeling only appears when facing Li Shiyuan.

The 16-year-old girl in front of her made shopkeeper Wang shudder.

He admired and feared Muchen. He admired Muchen for organizing everything in the shortest time and making people follow her sincerely. Fear is mu Cen that thin eyebrow eye in, suddenly wring out of time, is unspeakable ruthless.

As if the next second, you will be in this kind of eyes, scared all over cold sweat.

Dare not neglect for a moment.

Until Mu Cen asked, manager Wang really had the feeling of collapse, subconsciously waved his hand to wipe the sweat between his forehead, and immediately sat down seriously.

"Miss --" shopkeeper Wang calmed down, "can the fourth Highness's contacts get through these imperial relatives in Kyoto over there in the rouge powder shop, but don't you have any requirements in the embroidery room?"

"Let the embroidery girls work first according to my requirements, as for business..." Mu Cen was quiet, "after the Zhongyuan Festival, naturally came."

Shopkeeper Wang was stunned. He didn't know what to do.

At first, there was not much difference between the embroidery room and the shop. They didn't open their doors very much. Sometimes, when someone came, they were sent away.

Now who dares to come?

But mu Cen can swear to say these words?

But shopkeeper Wang didn't doubt Mu Cen's words. He immediately replied respectfully: "I know."

Mu Cen nodded, but he was smiling at manager Wang: "thank you."

"That's what a slave should do." Shopkeeper Wang nodded.

Then, shopkeeper Wang no longer faces Mu Cen and quietly leaves the private room. Mu Cen picks up the tea cup on the table, but finds that the tea is cold. Instead of touching it, she puts it down, opens the curtain again and looks out of the window.

The chaos outside the window has long been cleaned up, and the body of the former dead slave has been removed. The crowd of onlookers dispersed.

Mu Cen looked for a while, the lower eyebrow eyes of low astringency hide deep meaning.

After shopkeeper Wang left, he Xiang came in with a feeling of shock: "Miss, the person who died before was a servant of the palace, and the people in the Yamen didn't dare to deal with it. They told the Lord that they had gone."

Mu Cen said: "I know."

"Are you not curious?" He Xiang continued to say, "that's the people of the side imperial concubine. How could the people of the side imperial concubine be killed suddenly in the market. It's not that I slapped her in the face. I heard from the people below that when the Yamen came to the door, the prince's face was ugly

Mu Cen still sat quietly until he Xiang finished, then looked up at He Xiang: "does this matter have anything to do with us?"

"No He Xiang immediately shook his head.

"Since it doesn't matter, why do we have to ask more about it Mu Cen put down his cup and stood up.

He Xiang thought it was the same. She nodded, stood up immediately and followed Mu Cen out.

When he walked out of the teahouse, he Xiang asked, "Miss, are you going back to the house?"

"No Mu Cen answered.

But mu Cen didn't explain much. He walked quickly in the streets of Beijing, as if he was very familiar with everything like this.

He Xiang didn't ask much, and some of them followed Mu Cen with difficulty.

She felt that Mu Cen's foot distance was too fast. Those gold ladies had to waste a lot of energy when they took a step, and Mu Cen's walking could almost be described as walking like flying.

Mu Cen seems to have noticed, and his pace slows down. He looks at He Xiang with a smile: "tired?"

"It's the lady who's walking too fast." He Xiang looked at Mu Cen wrongly, "people who don't know think Miss has practiced peerless lightness skill."

Mu Cen scraped the tip of the nose of the lotus fragrance: "I can't be sure that it is."

"The young lady was teased." He Xiang is a little embarrassed.

Mu Cen didn't say anything, but his pace slowed down, and he Xiang didn't work hard. When Mu Cen stopped, he Xiang couldn't say a word. Just looking at Mu Cen, she thought Mu Cen was crazy.

"Miss, this is not where you should be." He Xiang said in a hurry, "if this place is known by the people in the palace, don't say that the side imperial concubine will not let you go. Neither the old lady nor the prince will let you go."

What are these things.

This is the most famous brothel in Kyoto - Wangxiang building.

It's not very different from other teahouses in appearance. It's quiet during the day, but once it's at night, it's brightly lit. It's definitely the busiest place in Kyoto.

Who hasn't been here.

And the Wangxiang building can't come in without silver. There are many rules in Wangxiang building. Almost all the guests are famous people in Kyoto.

Don't say Mu Cen can't get in.

Even if Mu Cen goes in, if he offends anyone carelessly, he will be really fed up.

People here can't afford to offend.

It's going to be a big deal. You can imagine Mu Cen's fate.