Chapter 933: Wedding date

"Miss, if it were so easy to borrow a corpse, I would have replaced myself with a handsome young skin."
After Huang Laogui finished speaking, he stared at Mu Zi with a smile, as if he was watching his greatest achievement, and his mouth kept talking.
"Fortune...this kind of thing requires too much luck..." Huang Laogui sighed.
Mu Zi feels complicated.
At first, she had doubts, but now looking at Huang Laogui, she didn't want to ask anything.
It's really... I feel that even if I ask, the other party may not know the answer, and maybe they will fool her by talking nonsense.
...
When it was almost noon, Murong Cheng came back.
Huang Laogui should have been very jealous of him, hiding in his own house and did not show up, and Murong Cheng was in a good mood and did not bother him.
Mu Zi asked Murong Cheng what was going on in the news.
Murong Cheng smiled and said, "You asked the anonymous person? That's Huo Jun. When this kind of news comes out, with so many eyes watching, Huo Zheng has to weigh and weigh if he wants to find Huo Jun."
"You gave him the idea, right?" Mu Zi said.
Murong Cheng smiled and cupped her face: "You love me so much, thinking about me for everything."
Mu Zi blushed and slapped his hand away.
It was a joke, she knew that Murong Cheng was fighting with Huo Zheng.
In fact, I was a little unhappy.
All the while, the thing she minded the most was Murong Cheng's participation in these vortexes of fighting and killing and fighting for power.
Her steward thought she had a little white face.
Mu Zi really hoped that he had taken care of Xiao Bai Lian. At least he didn't have to worry about Xiao Bai Lian. He only needed to care about eating, drinking, and having fun every day, so that his life was plain and comfortable.
But thinking about the grievances between Murongcheng and Huo Zheng, Mu Zi felt that perhaps she should remain silent, and she has no right to interfere with the right and wrong.
In the following week, the Huo Patriarch suffered three assassinations. Everyone with a discerning eye knows that it is the hands of people inside the family.
Even if Huo Zheng didn't die, the general situation was gone.
Murong Cheng still stays at home with nothing to do every day, walking snakes and birds, living like a dude.
But Mu Zi knew that he was deliberately reassuring her. Because she woke up in the middle of the night, and she was empty around her, but when she waited until morning, she opened her eyes and found herself in his arms.
Mu Zi pretended not to know.
In a blink of an eye, it was August, when Mu Zening's wedding had arrived.
It is said that he and his wife have obtained the certificate and are hosting a banquet at home, which is regarded as a celebration.
Mu Zi received the invitation from Mu Yun.
In fact, she didn't want to go, but considering the influence of public opinion, she finally decided to go to the banquet.
Now she is the daughter of the president. If she does not go, she may be considered ungrateful, as if she has climbed into the president's father, and abandon her former relatives.
People are awesome, but Mu Zi thinks he can't be open-minded.
The day of the wedding banquet was overcast with clouds, the scorching sun was hidden by the accumulation of clouds, the air was hot and humid, and there was a tendency of heavy rain to come, so dull that there was no wind, and it made people feel depressed to breathe.
The sound of music in the banquet hall was melodious and ups and downs, and the guests looked at each other. Mu Yun was entertaining the guests with style, but the bride and groom were not seen for a long time.
However, today is not considered a formal ceremony, and it does not matter if the bride and groom show up later.
Mu Zi looked towards the darker sky outside, vaguely heard the muffled thunder in the distance.
She couldn't help but worry a little.
Maybe she can make up a reason to leave the meeting earlier, otherwise the road will be difficult to walk in the rainstorm.
Thinking about this, she turned her head, looked for Mu Yun's figure in the crowd, and said hello to Mu Yun before leaving.
There were too many people in the banquet hall, and I didn't find it for a while. I glanced at Mu Ling standing on the stairs.
Mu Ling's face was white, and he walked down the stairs very slowly, looking dazed, as if he was greatly frightened.
Mu Zi was suspicious, looking down, but seeing Mu Ling's hands full of blood.