The Crown Prince is Actually a Princess!

Murongci briefly said the matter, and Shen Zhiyan immediately guessed the intention of His Highness, "His Royal Highness wants to go to the mass grave?"

Qin Ruo thought that His Highness was just coming to discuss with Shen Zhiyan, but he didn't expect it to be like this. She hurriedly said: "His Royal Highness, it's late at night, it's not a good idea to go to the mass grave."

Murong Ci ignored her and said enthusiastically: "Let's go find those two corpses."

With new clues and breakthroughs, of course we have to investigate. Shen Zhiyan is too late to be happy, how could he refuse?

It's just that your Royal Highness's daughter, how can you go to the dirty and evil places like mass graves? If you run into something evil, what should you do?

"Don't persuade this palace, this palace has decided." Murongci resolutely said.

"His Royal Highness..." Qin Ruo wanted to persuade again, but was interrupted by Shen Zhiyan.

"Don't worry, I will protect Your Highness." Shen Zhiyan knew that, His Highness always said nothing.

"Qin Ruo, Ruyi is in the East Palace alone, and this palace is not at ease. You go back and pretend to sleep in the palace. What you used to do, what to do tonight, you know?" Murong Ci exhorted, patted Qin Ruo on the shoulder, "Later You ride back."

If Qin wants to speak and then stops, but with Shen Zhiyan accompanying His Highness, there should be nothing wrong with it.

Shen Zhiyan went back to change clothes, took a delicately shaped rosewood box, and then rode his horse to the mass grave.

The mass grave was ten miles away from the north gate, and the servant in the palace dragged the body out of the palace, and then dragged it to the mass grave with an ox cart. At this time, the northern city gate was closed, but he had the token of Dali Temple, and it was urgent to investigate the murder case, and the journey was unimpeded.

The dark blue night spread out like the best brocade, the sparse stars exude a bright light, the bright moon is bright, and the summer night is covered with hazy and blurred tulle.

The sound of dog barking came from afar, and the singing of birds made it even more quiet.

Upon arriving at the mass grave, Murongci and Shen Zhiyan tied the horse to a tree.

There are several trees nearby, with luxuriant foliage in summer, and the rustling sounds like ghost sighs when the night breeze passes.

Looking over, the uneven mass graves under the night look like a tomb that has been silent for a thousand years, gloomy and eerie, shrouded in the blue light fog, it is creepy. The two crows flew up suddenly and quacked.

Shen Zhiyan is a brave man, and his corpse is his team. The cemetery and mass graves are like his home. He is a little excited and motivated. Because he felt that the two people who died in the Spring Wuyuan might be the breakthrough point of what happened in the past few days.

Murongci has always been brave and careful, but the first time he witnessed the scene of bones, his scalp numb and hesitated.

The air was filled with a strong smell of rotting corpses, it was the smell of death, the smell of hell.

He opened the small box and took out two cloth towels, "This is something I specially made. I soak it in the exclusive secret potion for three days and three nights. It's fine to dig a grave for an autopsy or open a corpse. You must wear it too."

She took it and smelled a scent of **** vinegar, "How come there is the smell of **** vinegar?"

"I have **** vinegar in this secret recipe, as well as several medicinal materials."

With that, Shen Zhiyan covered his mouth and nose with a cloth towel, and then put on his thin gloves, "His Royal Highness, you stay here and wait for me."

Now that he is here, he is willing to go out, Murong resigned: "My palace will look for it with you, so it will be faster."

"His Royal Highness, be careful."

He picked up a thicker branch and handed it to her, "His Royal Highness, remember, don't touch it with your hands."

She nodded and saw him walking to the mass graves familiarly.

Fortunately, there is moonlight tonight, the moonlight pouring out like mercury, but it is not beautiful at all, it illuminates the yingying white bones and the rotting, disgusting bones.

She poked here and there with the branches, almost fainted by the rancid smell of the corpse.

"what--"

Hearing the exclamation of His Highness, Shen Zhiyan rushed over reflexively and asked in a panic: "His Royal Highness, what's the matter?"

To be honest, when he heard the voice of His Highness, he was really frightened.

Murong Ci grinned with horror, almost crying, "It seems...something has caught my palace's feet...is it a ghost hand?"

He bent over and shook his head and smiled, "His Royal Highness, don't be afraid, it's just a grassroots."

She breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt embarrassed again, "Is this palace too timid?"

"The first time your Highness came to this kind of place, there would be some... the first time I went to dig a grave, I was scared to death."

He comforted thoughtfully and smiled.

The moonlight stream flows in his elegant and delicate eyebrows, like a flower blooming quietly, unparalleled in style.

Such a handsome and handsome man, with a jade appearance, has a mysterious love for examining corpses, which can be called a community of contradictions.

Murongci was not so scared anymore, and the two continued to look for it.

"Zhiyan, there are two sacks here." She exclaimed happily, "This sacks has a royal mark, this is it."

"I'll open it and take a look." Shen Zhiyan cut open the sacks quickly, and it turned out to be two corpses.

Then, he dragged the two corpses to a flat place and let the corpses lie flat.

She squatted aside and stared at the two faces, "I don't know them in the palace, I don't know if it is a maid or a concubine who has been relegated to a commoner."

He began an autopsy, starting from the head. "The deceased was about forty years old. Judging from the corpse spots, he should have been dead for about four days... There was no injury on his body. The fatal injury was a three-inch neck wound. The deceased His face and body were scary white because the blood was drained."

"This is the same too?" Murong Ci asked another corpse.

"The same fatal wound." Shen Zhiyan inspected the limbs of the corpse, and then said, "The wounds between the two deceased's necks are thin and long. It can be seen that the murderer was skillful in committing crimes, clean and neat, and killed with a single knife."

"Hey, the thumb and index finger of this hand are tightly pinched, which is a bit weird." She saw the hand curled up at her feet, and did not touch him, following his instructions.

"Let me see." He picked up the hand and faced the milky moon.

The curled shape of that hand is weird, especially the thumb and index finger, which seems to be pinching something.

He looked carefully, pinched something lightly, then put down his hand, "It's a piece of hair."

Murongci raised his eyebrows in surprise, "The deceased still held this hair after he died for so long. Perhaps this hair belonged to the murderer, and he obtained it from the murderer when he was dying."

"Although I have found something, a single piece of hair seems useless."

Shen Zhiyan was extremely disappointed, put this hair in a silk paw, and then wrapped it up.

Then he took a closer look, except for the fatal wound and the hair, nothing else.

The loose wind gusts, and the crow screams sternly.

They beat their horses back to the city, and Shen Zhiyan sent His Royal Highness to the gate of the East Palace. Murongci watched him leave before turning his horse's head and galloping in the other direction.

After returning to the East Palace, she lay down when she was about to be ugly after bathing and changing clothes. Xu was exhausted and fell asleep for a while.

On the second day, she did not get up until almost noon.

After using the meal, she took out the hair and found that most of it was silver.

So, the murderer of the two unnamed female dead was an elderly person or gray hair.

"His Royal Highness, where does this hair come from?" His Royal Highness has been staring at the tiny hair with curiosity.

"Naturally it was the result of two hours of hard work last night and Lord Shen." Qin Ruo speculated astutely, "His Royal Highness, was this hair found on the body?"

"Qin Ruo, accompany this palace to the Spring Wuyuan." Murong Ci put away the hair, ordered Ruyi to put it away, and then walked outside.

Qin Ruo hurriedly followed and persuaded: "The place in the Spring Wuyuan is filthy and filthy, so your Royal Highness's daughters should not go, just a trip to the minion."

Murongci raised his eyebrows, "I've been to the mass graves, is there any place I can't go to in this palace?"

Shen Zhiyan said that when investigating murders, you must do it yourself, trusting only your own eyes, because even at the same murder scene, everyone sees them differently, and some are even different from the sky.

If you see what others haven't found, then that is often the key to solving a murder case.

When walking around in the palace, if the place is far away, the prince would have to sit on his shoulders. However, she likes to walk on her own, often being carried by others, she will become lazier and lazier, and she will lose the joy of hiking. As a prince, she likes to do it herself.

Chunwuyuan is a large courtyard with a lot of simple houses-compared with the magnificence and majesty of other palaces, the difference is heaven and hell.

Murongci stood one foot in front of the Spring Wuyuan, looking at the heavy mottled door with the vermilion lacquer falling.

Qin Ruo's voice is faint, "Crossing this threshold is to enter another world, heaven and hell, light and darkness."

Mu Qingci strode in, and the summer wind blew his face, mixed with a pungent musty and decayed smell, so strong that it enveloped people and almost suffocated.

Qin Ruo waved vigorously with his sleeves, but he couldn't get away at all, as if the air here was so dirty and dirty.

In desperation, she took out the Sipa and handed it to her Royal Highness, who asked her to cover her mouth and nose.

"No need."

Murongci walked in slowly, facing a wide-open hall, but it was in disrepair for a long time, and there were mottled traces of wind and rain erosion and age corrosion, and it was covered with spider webs. However, this hall is a refuge for the people inside, a place where they meet every day.

The corridor was full of people, who seemed to be enjoying the shade.

Those women who are old or young are wearing dirty and shabby clothes, and their faces are unkempt. It is estimated that the mud on their faces can be rubbed off several layers, hiding their original features. Some people have pimples on their faces and hands, and they feel sick when they see it; some people keep scratching and their bodies are covered with lice; some people slap a cockroach to death and put it in their mouths.

Qin Ruo felt that his stomach was churning badly, and frowned, "His Royal Highness, it's better to go out first."

Murongci's face turned pale, and his internal organs turned overwhelming, as if an acid current was eager to rush out. However, she restrained.

Here is hell.

People here can be said to no longer exist in this world. They have no hope, no light, and no future; they live with lice and flies all day long, they can’t eat or wear warm, like walking corpses; they have only dark days, only sickness, and endless despair; they are forgotten by the world, even a drop of dust Rather, even using words like humble to them is a luxury.

Their eyes are hollow, their faces are devastated, and their worn-out clothes are like a shroud, about to wrap them into the abyss of darkness.