I am the villain amulet

The spring is bright and sunny, even the air has a hint of warmth, the sun shines on the earth, keeping company with the dust.

"I've met Mrs. Shen."

Rong Shu was invited by the Queen to come to the palace today, but she didn't expect to meet Mu Sheng on the way: "Hello, Mr. Mu"

Mu Sheng was still wearing a moon-colored robe, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes. Today, Rong Shu discovered that there was a cinnabar mole between Mu Sheng's eyebrows, and his eyes were elegant, like an immortal saving all living beings.

Then Master Mu smiled faintly, and his eyes inadvertently saw the ring on her white jade-like hand, and a trace of ripples flashed across his eyes.

Mutually dependent?

Mu Sheng smiled, and even her smile was gentle: "Mrs. Shen, are you going to the Queen's place?"

Rong Shu looked at his smile and was also slightly infected, smiling and responded: "Yeah"

After saying this, Rong Shu said goodbye to Master Mu, but she didn't expect Mu Sheng to say to her softly, "Madam Shen, can you take me to the Palace of the Dead? Look at me, I accidentally got lost in directions once I entered this palace."

After hearing this, Rong Shu looked at him in confusion, but saw that he looked sincere and didn't seem to be faking it.

Rong Shu was silent for a moment, called Qiao'er behind him, then raised his eyes and said to Mu Sheng: "Qiao'er, take Master Mu to the Hall of the Dead. Master Mu, Qiao'er beside me will lead the way for you."

Mu Sheng's expression paused for a moment, then returned to normal and he thanked Rong Shu.

Mu Sheng looked at Rong Shu who was walking away, and felt disappointed when he thought of the unhesitating rejection just now.

But he felt even happier in his heart, and felt that she was such a unique woman.

Seeing Master Mu staring blankly at the princess's departing figure, Qiao'er called out softly, "Master Mu?"

"Hmm? Please, Qiaoer, lead the way for me." Mu Sheng came back to his senses and said with a faint smile.

As soon as Rong Shu arrived at the Queen's bedroom, she saw the Queen put down the things in her hands when she saw Rong Shu.

The Queen took off her elegant and luxurious clothes and put on a deep blue dress with her hair casually tied up. She waved at Rong Shu and said, "Rong Shu, come and look at my flowers."

Rong Shu walked closer and saw that the flower had not yet fully opened. The green leaves wrapped around the buds, and drops of water dripped down the buds, refreshing and cool in the sun.

"Mother, what is this?"

Luo Qingyi poured some water and then put down the kettle. "I found it in the Imperial Garden yesterday. I thought it looked nice, so I brought it here."

"Is this what the Queen called me here for?" Rong Shu looked at the milky white flower bud.

After the Queen washed her hands, she took Rong Shu's hand and walked into the palace: "You, don't you want to see me anymore?"

Rong Shu took a sip of tea and said, "Of course I thought so."

The Queen Mother saw that Rong Shu was alone today, and she didn't see the maid she usually saw, so she asked curiously: "Hey, where is the maid beside you? Why can't I see her today?"

"I met Master Mu on the way here. Master Mu was lost. He forgot how to get back to the Hall of Rebirth, so I called Qiao'er to take Master Mu back." Rong Shu said, looking at the Queen who had a curious look on her face.

This surprised the Empress, "Mr. Mu has been in the palace for half a month, how could he have forgotten the Hall of the Rebirth?"

Rong Shu shook her head. She had only met Mu Sheng a few times.

The Queen said with a smile: "It turns out that Master Mu is still such a confused person."

"Let me tell you, this Young Master Mu is of no ordinary background." The Queen sighed as she spoke.

Seeing Rong Shu's curious expression, he raised his eyebrows and said, "This Master Mu is the crown prince of Xiyun Country. He was sent to Daoguang Temple to be raised because he was sick all year round since he was a child."

After saying that, he took a sip of tea and continued, "After that, I stayed by Master Guiyi's side until I grew up and was influenced by Buddhism. I didn't like the world of intrigue and deception, so I followed Master Guiyi to study..."

The Daoguang Temple itself is a very prestigious place, not to mention Taoist Master Bai Yuguiyi.

"Then why didn't Mr. Mu shave his head like others?" This was what Rong Shu was quite curious about.

The Queen raised her eyebrows slightly, and then said: "It is said that Master Mu has not yet ended his worldly life."

It is said that Mr. Mu wanted to shave his head and enter Buddhism a few years ago, but he did not expect that Gui Yidao said that he was not yet finished with the worldly affairs and needed to end it before he could enter Daoguang Temple.

Whether true or false, no one knows the real truth.

Rong Shu nodded.

I didn’t expect that Mr. Mu had this identity.

And this room.

When Mu Sheng returned to the Hall of Rebirth, he thanked Qiao'er and said, "Thank you, Miss Qiao'er."

Seeing this panic, Qiao'er quickly said no thanks and said goodbye to Master Mu.

"Young Master." A servant walked out of the Hall of Rebirth, and seeing the young master staring at the palace in the distance in a daze, he called out softly.

Mu Sheng hummed, returned to the Hall of Rebirth and asked again: "Mu Yi, does Master like that tea set?"

"I like it. Taoist Guiyi also asked me to bring a message." Mu Yi said concisely and clearly, looking at the young master and said again.

Mu Yi said again after receiving a look from the young master: "Master Guiyi said that you should not be too obsessed."

Then he looked at the young master cautiously.

Taoist Priest Guiyi also said that the young master's family was in Nanyu Country, so they came.

A stunningly beautiful face flashed through Mu Sheng's mind, and he shook his head helplessly: "Master may be worrying too much."

Although he likes Rong Shu, it shouldn't turn into an obsession.

Mu Yi disagreed in his heart. Although the young master looked gentle and elegant, he was also a stubborn person. He just didn't realize his inner thoughts yet.

Cluster day.

Rong Shu took Qiao'er to buy new clothes. When they finished, they heard a commotion on the street.

Although Rong Shu was curious, he resisted the urge to leave. Just as he was about to leave, a group of people came out and pushed Rong Shu in.

"Madam!" When Qiao'er turned around, she did not see the princess, so she shouted anxiously.

Rong Shu followed the crowd and squeezed in. She brushed her hair and touched the veil on her face to see that it was still there. She breathed a sigh of relief and then looked around.

When I looked up, I saw a man pointing at the person opposite him angrily and saying, "This is the man who stole my folding fan!"

"Young Master, please don't accuse me wrongly. You said this folding fan is yours, so can you tell me what is on it?" Rong Shu followed the voice and was surprised. Isn't this Young Master Mu?

Opposite Rong Shu was Master Mu. No one was visible beside him. His clothes were a little disheveled, probably because he was pushed like her just now.

He looked calm and not panicky.

"Tsk, you stole it from me, so naturally you would read what's inside." The man said with disdain, "My fellow villagers, that folding fan is mine, but this guy is crying thief and trying to steal my heirloom!" Then his face changed slightly, and he said angrily with a sad look on his face.

Seeing that the people were skeptical after hearing what he heard, Mu Sheng's expression changed slightly.

"You, you shameless guy!" Mu Sheng pursed his lips, his face flushed, he was extremely angry.

After looking at it for a long time, Rong Shu roughly understood that the folding fan belonged to Master Mu, and the man who was really crying thief was the man opposite.

Seeing that he was dressed luxuriously, he didn't look like the kind of person who would cause trouble because of the folding fan in Master Mu's hand.

However, don't judge by appearance.

"I can prove that this young man is the owner of this folding fan." As he finished speaking, everyone looked at him sideways.