The Crown Prince is Actually a Princess!

Murongci has grown up in Jinxiuhe since he was young, and the things he saw and used were the best in the world.

Seeing this filthy, filthy, and dark **** on earth at this time, she felt a lot of emotions.

People have different backgrounds, different statuses, and different fortunes, creating all kinds of people. Therefore, poverty and wealth coexist, dirt and cleanness, and humbleness and dignity follow each other like a shadow. Therefore, some people are unwilling to fate and climb up for fame and fortune, unscrupulous and desperate.

Qin Ruo suggested: "His Royal Highness, it is better to ask the palace clerk to ask."

Murongci nodded in agreement, and after a while, Qin Ruo called for Madam Li, who was in charge of the palace.

The Spring Wuyuan is a gloomy and gloomy forgotten by the world, occasionally a palace person comes, and the person with the highest status is the palace person next to the concubine to ask questions. Today, there was the prince in person. Mother Li was surprised, happy and apprehensive. She lowered her head and did not dare to raise her eyes. Please move your Highness and go to the room where the servants and servants are resting. The servants shall do their best to serve."

"No need." His Royal Highness Qin Ruodai replied, holding the frame of the celebrity next to the prince, and asked high up, "I heard that someone died in the Spring Wuyuan a few days ago, is there such a thing?"

"The Spring Wuyuan is no better than the outside. People here are sick and dead." Grandma Li replied respectfully, without dripping water.

"Last night, a servant dragged two corpses out. Those two corpses..." Qin Ruo glanced at His Royal Highness and continued.

"His Royal Highness wants to ask about the Bai Cairen and Mo Guiren who were demoted as generals 20 years ago?" Grandma Li bowed her body, her face was low and she was very docile.

"Bai Cairen and Mo Guiren are the concubines that the emperor father once favored?" Murong Ci's cold gaze slowly swept across those walking corpses.

Those who were imprisoned found a man in Jinyi came, his hollow and dull eyes lit up a bit, with a sense of inquiry and a little unrealistic hope.

Grandma Li replied: "Return to your Majesty, Bai and Mo have indeed served your Majesty and have been locked up here for 20 years. Yesterday, two palace members found them dead in the backyard of Chunwuyuan, and how many dead. Day. When the servants learned of this, they immediately reported to the Internal Attendant Bureau. At dusk yesterday, several servants came to drag the corpse away."

Qin Ruo asked, "After a few days of death, why did I find out so late?"

Mother Li was speechless, her face filled with panic.

There is no need to explain, Murongci also understands that the people in the Spring Wuyuan are alive or dead, who cares?

People here don't care if they don't see someone for a few days. Most of them can guess that they are either dead or ill and can't get out of bed. Life is like a walking corpse; death is a lonely and desperate death.

Until the body is found, the palace will report it to the Internal Attendance Bureau to drag the body away.

Although this kind of thing is the usual practice of the Chunwu Academy, and the Internal Attendance Bureau will not question it at all, but at this time, in front of the prince, how dare Mother Li, who is in charge, tell the truth?

"Is there anything different here recently?" Murongci asked, seeing a person sitting in a simple mottled wheelchair being pushed out.

"Recently... Except for the death of Shuren Bai and Shuren Mo, nothing else has happened, as usual." Grandma Li replied.

The middle-aged woman in the wheelchair was wearing a gray-black robe that was washed white, and a long cloth towel of the same color covered her head and face. Only a clean forehead and a pair of black and white eyes were exposed. She was described as quite tidy, a broken well. The winter jasmine in full bloom is the white hibiscus swaying in the muddy mud.

Pushing the wheelchair was a woman about her age, dressed in a neat pony bun, her hair was jet-black, and she was also wearing a grey-black coarse cloth robe.

They seemed to sense that someone was watching them and turned their heads to look over.

Murong Ci felt that they were outliers of Chunwuyuan.

Isn’t it weird that the middle-aged woman wraps her head and face with a long cloth towel on such a hot day?

Their gazes are no different from those of others, and they are unlovable.

Seeing His Royal Highness staring at the two, Grandma Li quickly introduced: "His Royal Highness, the man in the wheelchair is An Gui who has been advancing for fifteen years. No, it is An An."

Qin Ruo asked, "Where is the person pushing the wheelchair?"

Madam Li said: "The person pushing the wheelchair...should be the maidservant brought in by the general manager of An."

Murongci had a bit of an impression of An Gui, but she was still young, and she heard the palace mention it a few years after the incident.

She was born, and the queen died in blood. The father wanted to entrust her to a certain concubine to raise her. However, after choosing to choose, he felt that the more than a dozen concubines in the harem were unreliable, so he raised her personally. During that time, An Gui often visited her while she was still in her infancy. Seeing that An Gui had taken her well, his father was quite close to him, so he spoiled An Gui many times.

When Murongci was three years old, she occasionally felt cold and had diarrhea. The father made a thorough investigation, and finally found An Gui. After the truth became clear, his father demoted An Gui to a commoner and entered the Chunwuyuan, never leaving Chunwuyuan.

She vaguely remembered that An Gui's maidservant was named Liu Mei.

At that time, An Guiren intended to murder her young and marry other concubines.

Today, seeing each other on such a scorching summer day, is An Gui full of hatred?

Murong looked at An Gui from a distance, and saw peace and quiet in those black and clear eyes, and no conflict with the world.

In a dirty place, it is rare to live such a clean and decent life.

"Take this palace to the rooms of the White and Mo uncles." Murong Ci said coldly.

"His Royal Highness, you also know that the Spring Wuyuan is no better than the palace outside... Your Royal Highness is noble and precious, and you really can't go to such a dirty place." Madam Li persuaded embarrassedly. Is Your Highness's brain pumped today?

When I arrived at Chunwu Courtyard, it was already a groundbreaking ground, and my Highness even had to enter the inner courtyard to see where he lived.

The inner courtyard of Chunwuyuan has three large shops, one of which can accommodate 20 to 30 people. The chaotic, dirty, dirty, and foul air filled with strong musty smell is terribly dirty.

Whenever someone dies, Madam Li will tell the palace staff to clean up, but the palace people are afraid of contracting a strange disease, and are too lazy, and just clean up briefly.

The horrible scene was seen by His Highness, and she, the housekeeper, could not be guilty.

"The slave servant will go down and take a look at the palace." Qin Ruo winked at His Royal Highness, the environment in the inner court was even more terrifying, and it was not for people with the status of His Highness to enter.

"My palace personally enter. You all follow." Murong Ci led the way.

Grandma Li, one head and two adults, secretly prayed to God: Your Highness, don't commit crimes!

The Bai Shuren and Mo Shuren lived in the second common room, and Murongci stood at the door, fainted by the strong smell of nose.

The strange smell mixed with the smell of musty, the smell of human garbage and the rancid smell of food hovered here for a long time. The three walls of the general shop are stone kangs, and a straw mat is a berth. Louses, cockroaches and rats can be seen everywhere, a beam of sunlight leaks from the roof tiles, and dirt and dust particles fly freely.

Chaos, dirty, dirty, filth all over the floor.

The kennel is also several times stronger than here.

Murongci frowned deeply, Qin Ruo couldn't help covering her mouth and nose with a veil, and Grandma Heng Li glanced at it.

Madam Li was shocked, her limbs trembled with guilty conscience, "The slave maid will tell the palace staff to clean up... The slave maid will never dare to be lazy again... I beg your Highness for mercy."

She chattered endlessly for mercy, Murong couldn't help but feel annoyed, "Where are the bunks for the Bai Shuren and Mo Shuren?"

It finally came in handy, and Mother Li went out and walked in neatly and pointed to the two empty bunks.

Qin Ruo reminded: "His Royal Highness, beware."

Murong Ci walked in, covered his mouth and nose with a silk paw, and looked at the two bunks.

The gray-black sheets were piled on the straw mats, covered with ashes, and there was a red lacquer mottled old make-up on the wall. The make-up was empty. It must have been robbed by the people here. . Apart from this, there is nothing else.

She looked closely, and she didn't see the dark red blood or anything.

Qin Ruo took a wooden stick and stirred up the shabby quilt, but there was still nothing.

Standing in front of the stone kang, Murongci raised his hand to signal Qin Ruo.

Qin Ruo pinched a long hair from under the thin quilt, just like the gray hair he got yesterday.

And the white generals and Mo generals have black hair.

Finally, Grandma Li respectfully sent away the prince, and the tight string finally slackened.

A pair of eyes hidden in a dark corner stared at the prince and disappeared from the palace road.

These eyes squinted darkly.

Back in the East Palace, Qin Ruo saw that His Highness had been in a daze in the study for half an hour, and couldn't help asking: "His Royal Highness, what have you found?"

"Bai Shuren and Mo Shuren should have been picked up from the bed by the murderer in the middle of the night, and then drained of blood." Murong Ci stared at the two similar gray hairs on the Sipa, his eyes condensed brightly.

"The murderer was from the Spring Wuyuan?"

"should be."

"Does the deaths of Bai Shuren and Mo Shuren have anything to do with what happened in the past few days?" Qin Ruo became more confused as he thought about it.

Murongci did not answer her question, staring at the two gray-haired eyes that were as clear as a cold spring in the mountains.

...

The palace under the curtain of night is like a huge beast dormant in a false sleep, everything is quiet, like death.

Boom rumble-boom rumble-

Shocking thunder rolled from the horizon, and thunderbolt slashed from the sky, spreading teeth and claws like branches, flashing slyly.

The dark world instantly blew violent winds, and thunder continued to bombard, as if to awaken the dead world, and the thunderbolt of rage seemed to tear the sky apart.

Not long after, raindrops poured down like fried beans, and the heavy rain struck, crackling.

There was some movement in the huge palace. Some people got up and closed the windows, some turned over and continued to sleep, and some hid in the corner shivering.

This thunderstorm lasted for more than an hour, and the sky was bright, and the palace staff rose to serve the master.

An attendant was walking briskly in the drizzle under the umbrella of the palace, and hurried to send the rose dew that the concubine Xiao Gui asked for to the Qingluan Palace.

Suddenly, the servant stopped and stared at the Xinyi tree on the left side of the palace road.

"what--"

The waiter screamed in horror, and his scream pierced the hastily silky rain.