Ugly Beauty: The Second Miss Waste

Chapter 93 Who Are You?

Murong Yu's expression was indistinguishable, and he couldn't see any emotion.

"This king has his own reasons, you don't have to ask!" Murong Yu said this to Duan Lang, standing with his hands behind his back beside the desk.

Duanlang secretly sighed, what he was afraid of was that the prince's unusual feelings for Mu Qingcheng would turn into love in the end.

But following the prince for more than ten years, except for that person, the prince really has never cared about anyone.

I am also worrying blindly, but now that Mu Qingcheng has come to this palace, I don't know if it is a good thing or a bad thing, let's go and see!
Haoyue Xuan.

Qingcheng was lazily lying on the concubine Xiang's chair. There was an incense burner on the table in the room. The smoke was lingering and spread out in the room. stand up.

The door was ajar, and a corner of the purple clothes outside gradually became clear, and the door was pushed open to enter.

Seeing Qingcheng who was sleeping soundly, her brows were furrowed together, she was really relieved to be able to sleep so peacefully.

Murong Yu was originally dealing with some things in Mingyue Pavilion, but he was always upset, and walked all the way here unconsciously, wanting to see what Qingcheng was doing.

What he didn't expect to see was her sleeping soundly. Compared with the cold and sharpness during the day, she was a little softer at this time.

The veil on her face has been removed, and the scars on her face have disappeared, but the left side of her face is still covered with red marks, but Murong Yu feels that she is not so ugly anymore.

Murong Yu was taken aback by the realization that popped up in his heart, and hurriedly left Qingcheng's room with a dark face.

As soon as Murong Yu stepped out of the room, Qingcheng's eyes suddenly opened, and there was no trace of sleepiness in his eyes.

As early as when Murong Yu approached this room, Qingcheng had already noticed the sound of footsteps waking up, but she was really not in the mood to fight him today. Whenever she was in a bad mood, Qingcheng just wanted to be alone, and did nothing. I don't want to.

Qingcheng closed her eyes again and continued to sleep.

This sleep lasted all afternoon, until Die Er came to bring her food at dinner time, and then slowly opened her eyes.

The sky outside seemed to be dark, and the camphor trees in the courtyard outside had overgrown branches and leaves, blocking the light.

The shadows of the branches and leaves were reflected on the door frame, and pieces of swaying shadows floated.

Die'er put down the food, looked at Qingcheng, her eyes changed several times, her face was troubled, and she hesitated to speak.

"Tell me something!" Qingcheng couldn't see her like this, and obviously wanted to tell her on purpose.

Die'er twisted the pink handkerchief in her hand, and said cautiously: "Princess, my lord went to Miss Ziling to spend the night tonight."

Qingcheng drooped her eyelids, Zi Ling, she had heard of it, Murong Yu's favorite concubine, Murong Yu who was known as a ghost Rakshasa, was usually not close to women, but she only tolerated this Zi Ling.

"What's none of my business? You don't need to tell me about this kind of thing in the future." Qingcheng's tone of indifference and even a little disgust made Die'er unexpected.

When the concubine married into the palace that day, she was solely responsible for sending her to the new house, and saw the divorce letter that the prince had already prepared thrown out of his sleeve.

In the new house, she couldn't cry, with a mournful face, she knelt down and begged the prince not to abandon her, and expressed her longing for her for so many years. She was present at that time, and she couldn't help but feel pity in her heart. She really sympathized with this woman.

But the lord was so determined to divorce her, and asked people to send her back to the prime minister's mansion that night, and made people watch that she was not allowed to commit suicide. If she committed suicide, she would have to wait until after returning.

I have to say that the prince is indeed too heartless, but since the prince is their master, no matter what the prince does, they have no reason to comment and can only obey.

But looking at it now, the concubine's love for the prince is gone, not a ten-thousandth of what it was back then.

Die'er could not help but sigh a few times, the world is impermanent, a woman's love is wiped out, and it is only a distance of divorce.

"Die'er is going down, the princess is waiting for you." Die'er arranged the food, then exited the room respectfully, and closed the door carefully.

Looking at the empty room and the strange environment, Qingcheng still ate as usual.

The environment never needs to get used to. Although there is a moment of strangeness, Qingcheng can also adjust her mood in the fastest time to make this strange environment familiar to a writer.

She has no home, and it can be said that any place is her home.

Looking at the delicate delicacies on the sandalwood table, Qingcheng picked up the chopsticks and tasted the same delicacies. It seemed that he had a good appetite.

Murong Yu pushed open the door of Qingcheng's room, and what he saw was her eating dinner gracefully.

"Aren't you afraid that this king will poison you to death?" Murong Yu saw that she was eating so happily, and she was not at all on guard, so she deliberately asked this question, trying to scare her.

The four words that Die'er reported to him just now have nothing to do with me, so he went straight to Haoyuexuan with an impulse in his heart.

Originally, there was only a wall between Haoyue Pavilion and Mingyue Pavilion, and it was for the convenience of the prince and princess getting together.

He hurried over with an unknown gloom, and when he saw Qingcheng eating so comfortably, his gloom intensified a bit.

Alluring eyes are a piece of luxurious purple, Murong Yu's hair is tied with a topaz crown, and the two hanging headbands are half covered by the hair.

The eyebrows are serious and gloomy.

"Poison me to death? It also depends on whether you have the ability." Qingcheng retorted and smiled contemptuously, not paying attention to Murong Yu at all.

Murong Yu was not angry, but stared at her carefully, his eyes were full of scrutiny and inquiry.

After a long time, he finally asked her, "Who are you?"

The sound was deep and thick, like the sound of an ancient bell striking.

Qingcheng glanced at him with great interest, since she already doubted her identity?
"Who am I, Mu Qingcheng, isn't your lord too forgetful?" Of course Qingcheng would not tell her that this body has changed, so he can guess it. No matter what, he can't prove that she is not Mu Qingcheng.

Murong Yu obviously didn't believe it. On the day of his wedding, Mu Qingcheng only left him with an ugly, cowardly and incompetent impression.

As a result, when we met in the next few times, she behaved completely differently from the day of the wedding, and it was hard to imagine that this was a person.

However, how can a person change so fast and change so much.

"Then what ulterior purpose did you pretend to be for so many years?" After thinking about it, Murong Yu could only attribute all this to Mu Qingcheng's disguising himself from the beginning, so he asked Qingcheng this question, his brows furrowed, Li Mou stared straight at Qingcheng, waiting for her answer.

Qingcheng didn't expect him to suspect the other side so quickly, his eyelashes trembled a few times, and Qingcheng seriously replied to Murong Yu: "There is an ulterior purpose? There really is! If I say that I am hiding my edge until it gets worse Kill those who harmed me, such as Lin Yazhu, do you believe it?"
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