The daily life of the devil's wife

Chapter 115 A Generation of Empresses (2)

In the crowd, the deposed prince Chu Yan hid himself in it, and waited quietly for the storyteller to finish telling the story before he strode forward.

"Good job." Raising his hand, Chu Yan threw a diamond in front of the storyteller, turned and left.

The storyteller put the diamond into his pocket in a hurry, his eyes glowed with excitement.

For a while, the assassination of the emperor by Jun Moli, the fourth daughter of the Ruan family, was widely spread in the imperial capital.

When the housekeeper of the Mu family reported this matter to the Mu family and his son, Mu Zicai raised a smug smile: "Father, what did I say, Jun Moli is far more promising than Ruan Lingyan? , you should have agreed to my marriage with her in the first place."

"This woman, you can marry as soon as you want!"

A strange and lazy voice exploded above his head.

The Mu family father and son were slightly taken aback, turned their heads to look around, but found that there was no one else in the front hall except them and the housekeeper.

Thinking it was an auditory hallucination, Mu Zhengtian withdrew his gaze and looked at his son with a reproachful face: "She is trying to usurp the throne. If you marry her, our whole family will have to be buried with her!"

"The winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit. Father, how would you know whether she, Jun Moli, was beheaded by all the officials, or ascended the throne and became a generation of empress."

"This……"

"Of course it's the Empress." The lazy voice sounded again.

This time, the Mu family and his son heard it very clearly.

Xunsheng raised his eyes, and saw a man in fiery red clothes sitting lazily on the beams of the roof.

Seeing that they had discovered him, the man smiled charmingly, and his body fluttered to the ground like catkins.

Seeing a stranger breaking in, Mu Zhengtian was slightly startled, and raised his hand to point at the tip of his nose: "You... who are you, and how did you break into my Mu Mansion?"

"Who is this seat?" The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, but his smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes: "Why, don't you even know your ancestors?"

Hearing the word "ancestor", Mu Ziqian sneered.

After he looked Mo Ran up and down a few times, he immediately recognized him as the strange man who was following Jun Moli on Fenglin Mountain.

Although they don't know who he is, it is absolutely impossible for them to be the ancestor of their Mu family.

Could this man open his eyes and talk nonsense while his father was an idiot?
Glancing at him with disdain, Mu Zicai turned to look at his father.

Sure enough, Mu Zhengtian blushed when he heard that Mo Ran claimed to be the ancestor of the Mu family: "Nonsense, my ancestor of the Mu family has long been..."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly stopped.

Thinking of what happened in the ancestral hall not long ago, Mu Zhengtian's eyes, which were originally full of anger, immediately softened a little.

"You...how can you prove...prove that you are really the ancestor...ancestor of the Mu family?"

Unexpectedly, Mu Zhengtian suddenly changed the subject, Mu Zijin's eyes widened in surprise, and he looked at his father in disbelief.

For so many years, he has always felt that Mu Zhengtian is a shrewd person, but now why...

Could it be that he has other plans?
Frowning slightly, before he could figure out what Mu Zhengtian was thinking, that lazy and charming voice came again: "That night, the Mu family's ancestral hall..."

Mo Ran's words can only be clicked, but Mu Zhengtian has already reacted, and knelt on the ground with a plop: "Greetings...greetings to the ancestors."

"Father, are you confused? He looks younger than me. How could he be the ancestor of our Mu family?"

"Bastard, I'm more conscious than you right now."

(End of this chapter)