Mu Cen sneered, pushed the door in, changed his clothes, and soon left the house with He Xiang. But he Xiang saw Mu Cen''s cold look, and some of them were afraid to speak, so he followed Mu Cen step by step.

    The streets of Kyoto are still bustling, not changed by this incident.

    Mu Cen walked calmly on the street, as if he had not come to the busy market for a long time. He was interested in everything. He just looked around, and occasionally stayed in front of some vendors, as if he was choosing what he liked.

    He Xiang didn''t speak in the whole process, so he followed.

    However, Mu CEN is very clear that among the people who come and go in the market, there are also Li Shiyuan''s people, who are dressed in the clothes of ordinary people, looking for suspicious people in the market.

    Therefore, it is impossible for mu Cen to go to the shop. He still has to go to the teahouse as planned and wait for manager Wang.

    Along the way, Mu Cen seems to be looking at his favorite shop, but his sharp eyes are looking at all kinds of people around him.

    From the moment of leaving the palace to arriving at the teahouse, there were at least eight or nine people around Li Shiyuan.

    Looking at their eyes as usual, but with a trace of deep, as if to explore what.

    Until Muchen walks into the teahouse.

    When the teahouse people saw Mu Cen, they were more enthusiastic: "Miss mu, I haven''t seen you for a long time. Still the same? "

    The shopkeeper came out in person to greet him and said with a smile, which was very flattering.

    Everyone in the teahouse knows that Mu CEN is a frequent guest of the teahouse.

    Mu Cen smile: "according to the previous to."

    The shopkeeper leads the way and takes Mu Cen to the private room on the second floor. When Mu Cen goes upstairs, he suddenly stops and looks at the storyteller in the lobby of the teahouse. He seems to be fascinated.

    "If Miss Mu is interested in Ji''er''s storytelling, I''ll give you a private room so that you can listen clearly in the private room." The shopkeeper knows how to recognize people''s eyes and says it quickly.

    Mu Cen nodded: "that''s it."

    Then Mu Cen didn''t stop, turned and walked towards the private room, the look of his eyes became more and more thoughtful.

    Soon, the shopkeeper took Mu Cen into the private room, and the door of the private room closed quietly.

    Mu Cen''s position can be seen that the master is talking about storytelling. His voice is full of cadence. He is talking about some folk unofficial history. The people in the front hall are even more interested.

    This is the feature of big week.

    There are storytellers in every teahouse.

    And a lot of grapevine news comes from here, and it can spread all over Kyoto as soon as possible.

    Mu Cen''s palm played with the teacup. For a long time, Mu Cen picked up the teacup and smelled it. He drank it slowly and it was cold.

    She twisted her eyebrows and set the cup aside, never touching it again.

    Outside the private room, there was a knock on the door. Manager Wang''s voice said, "Miss, it''s me."

    "Come in." Mu Cen answered.

    Soon, the figure of manager Wang appeared in the private room. Mu Cen nodded and said nothing. Instead, he changed the clean tea, made a pot of tea and filled it for manager Wang.

    Then, Mu Cen said: "these days, I''ve worked hard, manager Wang."

    "What a slave should do." Shopkeeper Wang is very respectful.

    The conversation between them was very simple. Shopkeeper Wang only said about the recent situation of the shop: "everything in the shop is running well, and there are no suspicious people. Instead, the people from the East Palace came in person."

    "Oh?" Mu Cen picked an eyebrow to take a look, and then filled the empty teacup.

    "He said that he was ordered by the prince to make a set of wedding clothes." Shopkeeper Wang explained, "the slave said it was important, so the slave had to discuss with the embroidery girls before he could agree. So it''s been pushed for a while. "

    "When did it happen?" Mu Cen put down his cup and asked.

    Shopkeeper Wang thought about it and gave the right time: "it was yesterday."

    "Yesterday?" Mu Cen repeated a sentence, and then, she did not speak, as if thinking about something.

    Shopkeeper Wang did not dare to interrupt Mu Cen, so he stood in front of him, quietly.

    For a long time, Mu Cen looked up at shopkeeper Wang: "if the people from Donggong come back, they should take this matter down, but all the details must be reported to me truthfully every day, and I can only go on the next step when I make a decision."

    "Yes." Shopkeeper Wang didn''t ask much.

    Mu Cen nodded.

    Mu Cen can guess this.

    The East Palace sent someone to ask for a wedding dress.

    I''m afraid Li Shiyuan is trying to please himself. Now the xiuniang in the palace can''t compare with the xiuniang in the embroidery room. Li Shiyuan also tried his best to please Mu Cen.

    If there is no such deep hatred, Mu Cen knows that many young girls will not be moved in the face of such a situation, and Mu Zhihua is the best example, as well as her previous life.

    However, Mu Cen has his own decision.

    You know, the rules in the deep palace, once you accidentally hit the thunder, you can give your life away at any time. Li family''s Xifu is the envy of everyone.

    But in this deep palace, if you marry into the East Palace, it''s not your own decision. Naturally, it''s up to the Empress Dowager and the queen to decide. Li Shiyuan sent this dress to please, not to be used when he entered the palace.

    Mu Cen promised to come down, naturally useful.

    Since the embroidery house became famous, Dazhou was full of people who wanted to get the clothes. Mu Zhihua was one of them, but mu Cen strictly refused to tailor the clothes for mu Zhihua.

    I can imagine how gloomy Mu Zhi''s mood is.

    And now——

    Mu Cen smiles. Deep in the bottom of his eyes, he sweeps by and disappears quickly.

    Then, Mu Cen slowly looked at shopkeeper Wang: "shopkeeper Wang, I have something you want to do for me."

    "Go ahead, miss." Shopkeeper Wang didn''t refuse. He accepted it neatly.

    Mu Cen took out a piece of paper from the wide sleeve, and then handed it to manager Wang''s hand. But his eyes didn''t change. He said faintly: "the content of this paper, you help me spread it to the major teahouses in Kyoto, and ask the master to say it word for word according to the content of the paper. As for how to polish, I think you know better than me. "

    Shopkeeper Wang took a look at the contents of the note, his face changed slightly, but he soon calmed down: "I''ll do it, I''ll do it now."

    "Don''t be quick, step by step, don''t get into trouble, don''t let people find out who opened the mouth first. Within half a month, it will spread all over Kyoto. " Mu Cen explained it carefully.

    "Yes." Shopkeeper Wang responded cautiously.

    How can a human spirit like manager Wang not understand the priority of this matter. But he didn''t ask one more question.

    Mu Cen nodded.