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Mu Sheng was startled, and immediately replied: I saw that the beautiful jade worn by Your Majesty is gentle, so I took another look.Very frank and sincere.Meng Xiuyi glanced at her, and asked casually: I remember that your father is also an imperial physician, and Qing has such medical skills, which can be said to be a family tradition.

Mu Sheng's heart skipped a beat, she didn't know much about old doctor Bo, but fortunately Uncle Fan nagged and always liked to mention it, she cautiously said: Yes.

His father's death was caused by the concubine Zhao of the late emperor, fortunately, he was finally cleared afterwards.He died for the concubine, and the concubine treated him differently. She also took care of you, right?Meng Xiuyi said lightly.

Mu Sheng's heart turned cold, and all vigilance was raised, His Majesty is testing her!The emperor was suspicious, as long as she knew about it, His Majesty had checked her twice, and this time he actually came to check on her personally.Mu Sheng felt that the scorching sun was too hot, and her back was soaked with sweat.Meng Xiuyi was still waiting for her answer, Mu Sheng took a breath, and replied: As far as I know, the death of the family lord was due to being involved in the secret affairs of the former emperor and noble concubine. After paying a thousand gold to bury my father, there will be no relationship with the Bo family, let alone care for the subordinates.

The emperor's sharp gaze softened for a moment, and he said with a smile: "It turned out to be the noble concubine, but I forgot."

Mu Sheng forced a smile and said: Your Majesty is busy, how can I remember such trivial things.

Meng Xiuyi smiled, that extremely handsome smile made the sun and the moon pale, her eyes flowed like spring water, and quietly fell on Mu Sheng's body, Mu Sheng's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, she instinctively felt danger, and once I couldn't help the urge to retreat, so I could only endure it desperately.Meng Xiuyi looked at the corners of her tightly pursed mouth, with panic in his eyes.Suddenly, she felt that although this official uniform was a bit dull, it had a kind of beauty of restraint and lust. It would be a pity if someone like this was sent to approach her.

When I was young, I didn't like to be restrained, and I liked to wander around. Once, I met my father outside the palace. At that time, my father was accompanied by a cute little girl named Yuxue. She was very bold and fearless. Thinking about it now, that little girl was You, do you remember this?

In Mu Sheng's mind, there seemed to be a snow mountain collapsing, how did she know about it?Is it true, or did His Majesty fabricate it to trap her?If it is true, what is the situation? If it is false, why does His Majesty try so hard to test it?

Meng Xiuyi's eyes that were as bright as pearls and jade were extremely gentle, looking at Mu Sheng was like looking at her beloved one.Just like that, exactly like that person, obviously flustered to the extreme, but trying to pretend to be calm and composed on his face.If this continues, even if she is indeed a spy sent by someone, she will be reluctant to kill her.How could there be such a similar temperament person in this world, who would appear in front of her in such a weak and helpless appearance, asking for her protection, I'm afraid it was all calculated!

She checked for many days but couldn't find anything, so she had to try it herself.Thinking of how a lowly spy dared to imitate that person's temperament and behavior, she was filled with anger, wishing to tear her to pieces immediately to vent her anger!

The power of the Son of Heaven was overwhelming like a mountain, and Mu Sheng felt the fierce killing intent, she clenched the corner of her clothes, and kept searching for a solution in her mind, what does Your Majesty want to hear?What does she suspect?At this time, we must not show weakness. According to His Majesty's temperament, there may be a chance to carry it over with strength. If you show weakness and beg for mercy, you will definitely die without a place to die!

Mu Sheng swallowed her saliva, her tone was as usual: Is there any?I can't remember it, but I was slow and reticent when I was young. If your majesty saw a lively girl, I'm afraid it was not a humble minister.Uncle Fan said that she had been taciturn since she was a child, and she didn't like talking.

Meng Xiuyi raised his chin slightly, and his tone was calm: According to you, I remember wrong again?

Mu Sheng was silent, her palms were dripping with cold sweat, she whispered: Maybe it is

The palace people and guards were waiting in the distance, no one knew what happened here, but as long as the emperor shouted, countless people would fly to wait for the edict.Mu Sheng felt scared and powerless. She couldn't figure out what went wrong and made His Majesty feel threatened. If she died again, at His Majesty's hands, she would not be able to rest in peace. Think about that kind of It feels like it's more soul-destroying than dying at the hands of the father.

Mu Sheng hung her head in silence, her thin neck was exposed, pale and weak, making people unable to help but kill and destroy.

Meng Xiuyi looked at her, and suddenly struck out, pinching her chin without mercy, forcing her to raise her head.Mu Sheng was flustered, so he could only look at her, trying his best to make himself look honest and have nothing to hide.But obviously, the emperor is not so perfunctory.Meng Xiuyi lowered his head and put it close to her ear, the warm moisture hit her round earball, Mu Sheng couldn't help trembling slightly, the whole ear was dyed a beautiful crimson color.However, the emperor's words poured down like a basin of ice water, making her face turn pale.

Meng Xiuyi said: "Pei Zhao

☆、Chapter 12

The word Pei Zhao was bitten out, and the tone was indescribably cold.

Your Majesty, did you recognize her?Mu Sheng couldn't pretend to be calm anymore, and disbelief suddenly covered her face.She turned her head slowly and looked at the emperor. Those deep eyes were as cold as sharp ice knives, without any tenderness or joy.