Since Emperor Duanmu had a heart to please Mu Mansion, they accepted it with peace of mind.
Afterwards, the ambitions were staggered, and it was inevitable to please the compliments. Today, the two people of Mu Zhonghun's grandfather and grandson have taken up the scenery and become the focus of the entire banquet.
In the middle of the banquet, Mu Rufeng couldn't stand the atmosphere and came out for a short break.
The night breeze was floating, bringing the slightest coolness, and the Cangyu Palace under the moonlight revealed a layer of haziness. Mu Rufeng dressed in white, standing on the viewing bridge, his eyes immersed in the lake.
The lotus blossoms bloom in the night, the fragrance is overflowing, and the white petals are holy in the moonlit night, looking beautiful and elegant.
"Who are you?" Suddenly, a cold voice sounded, and when Mu Rufeng recovered, he saw that Duan Mulin was standing less than a meter behind him.
The knife-like outline was taut, and the deep black eyes flashed with stern look, staring at her, as if to penetrate her.
The opposite Mu Rufeng couldn't help but curl her lips, her eyes were cold.
"Is His Royal Highness Lin being too lenient? Who am I and what to do with you?" Not to mention that the two have dissolved their marriage contract, even if it has not been dismissed, he has no right to intervene.
Zeng Jin's Mu Rufeng was indirectly killed by him, and now, he questioned himself in such a tone, heh, if others are selling his face, she won't be admired.
"You're not Mu Rufeng!" Duan Mulin approached, covering Mu Rufeng with his tall body, and he was sure.
The strong masculine breath is tangy, with an aggressive, eagle-like eyes, sharp and cold, and like a deep pool, as if to involve her.
Mu Rufeng couldn't help frowning, his body could not be avoided, and he was forced to be confined in a small space.
The distance between the two is very close, close enough to hear each other's breathing.
"Yes, I am not Mu Rufeng. The former Mu Rufeng of Zeng Jin died as early as the moment he fell in the lake." Mu Rufeng looked directly at Duan Mulin, his expression was calm, and his voice was very weak, but it made me feel The irony and sadness in her voice.
The silly girl of Zeng Jin died the moment she sank to the bottom of the lake.
He loved the man in front of him so madly, but was framed as having an affair with other men, even because of his appearance and the body of waste, he was inferior and cowardly, living in his own world.
Such a naive and pure, but sad and helpless girl disappeared forever.
"Are you blaming me?" Duan Mulin suffocated his heart, and suddenly felt that the girl in front of him had an indescribable sadness. The bright eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of dust, revealing sadness and helplessness.
"Stay away from me, you don't bother with Mu Rufeng who was Zeng Jin, you can't afford to climb high for me now!" Mu Rufeng suddenly pushed away Duan Mulin who was confining him.
That voice, cold and cold, indifferent and disdainful, like a heavy hammer, hit Duanmu Lin's heart hard.
Duan Mulin shook his whole body and looked towards Mu Rufeng. Those cold eyes were contemptuous and disgusting, full of impatience.
"After you and me, the well water won't offend the river water!" Mu Rufeng glanced at him indifferently for the last time, then turned and walked towards the hall.
Duan Mulin stood on the spot, like an evil god, releasing chills all over his body.
The sharp eyes of an eagle were firmly locked behind Mu Rufeng, and the emotions in his eyes were surging and ups and downs, like a storm brewing, terrifying and frightening.