The Crown Prince is Actually a Princess!

Murongci has always known that Zhaohua is good at disguising and has perfect acting skills, so he asked cooperatively: "Emperor Sister, who is talking about you? What is talking about you?"

Murong Chang's hands wrung a silk paw and said pitifully, "Those palace men and concubines say children...arrogant and arrogant, wayward and rude, such a royal princess, which famous son would dare to marry home? It would be better to marry a royal princess. Marry a tigress and go home... They also said that the children might become an old girl and be dead in the palace..."

Murong Cifuhu, such exaggerated words, fortunately only the father would believe it.

"Bastard!" Murong Cheng pounded the bed angrily, blowing his beard and staring, "Those people dare to say that Zhaohua is...who is it? I punished them severely!"

"Father's anger should be calmed down, Father's prince should not be angry." Murong Chang said hastily, "Actually, what they said is right, the children are indeed arrogant and self-willed... Father should never punish them, otherwise the reputation of the children will be even worse. "

"Father, palace people, and concubines talk nonsense, all due to the fact that the emperor's sister did not give a marriage when she was seventeen years old." Murong resigned.

"Zhaohua, don't worry, I have already chosen a horse for you." Murong Cheng comforted.

"Father, if your son is to marry, you must marry a man who is fond of his son, who is both civil and martial artist, and has an outstanding temperament. Marry the best man in the DPRK." Murong Chang raised his chin, his face was flying, his face resembling the South China Sea. Pearl, Mingrun Yingran.

Murong Cheng smiled lowly, "So, do you already have someone you like?"

She lowered her eyes shyly, "Father..."

Murongci smiled, "Let me guess that the imperial sister's favorite person is the most beautiful in the dynasty, who is both civil and military, and has a good temperament... Apart from the imperial king, which man can be regarded as such a high praise?"

She squinted at Murong's words, and said shyly: "The prince brother is bad..."

If there is no denial, it is acquiescence.

Look at her soft cheeks smeared with a delicate pink, isn't it the main thing to say?

The smile on Murong Cheng's face disappeared without a trace, his brows frowned slightly, and his face was solemn.

Murong Ci secretly thought, could it be that his father didn't want to be his wife Murong Yu?

Murong Chang is the most adept at observing words and expressions, cleverly, and he also sees that there is something wrong with Emperor Father, "Emperor Father..."

"Zhaohua, the emperor must choose a civil and military manpower for you, which will definitely satisfy you." Murong Cheng's old voice was still somewhat majestic.

"But the emperor..." she said anxiously.

"I'm tired, you can retreat." His expression and voice became a little cold.

"Erchen retires." Murong Ci bowed.

No longer reconciled, Murong Chang didn't dare to defy openly, retreating and leaving.

After the two came out of the hall, Murong Chang grabbed Murongci's vast expanse and pleaded: "Prince elder brother, you want to help the courtier sister. Does the father... disapprove of the courtier sister marrying the imperial king?"

Murongci comforted: "Don't worry, this palace will help you. The father loves you the most, and he is naturally the most concerned about your marriage. As for the selection of the marrying horse... the father should have his own consideration. After a while, the son and the father will be better. This palace will find a way."

Murong Chang nodded before returning to Jinghong Hall.

On the way back to the East Palace, Qin Ruo asked inexplicably: "His Majesty, why doesn't your Majesty approve of Princess Zhaohua's marriage to the King? It stands to reason that your Majesty relies heavily on trusting the King, letting the King take charge of the government, and the Princess marrying the King, no Is it the most appropriate one?"

"My palace also feels strange."

Murong Ci was puzzled. In the civil and military dynasty, the father of the emperor trusted and valued Murong Yu most. Isn't the father of the princess marrying him the most beloved princess as it should be, and it's a matter of course?

Is it possible that the father is also worried like Fei Qiao?

Since you rely heavily on and trust Murong Yu, what are you worried about?

From this point of view, the father doesn’t fully trust Murong Yu? However, why did the father let Murong Yu take charge of the court? Is not this contradictory?

Halfway through the journey, Qin Ruo suddenly clutched her lower abdomen and bent down, "Ouch-"

"What's the matter?" Murongci asked with concern.

"The diarrhea three times this morning, the slave thought it was all right, but didn't expect..." Qin Ruo begged miserably, "The slave can't go to the hut first..."

"Go. Go back to the East Palace first, you go back by yourself."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Qin Ruo bent down and ran away.

Murongci shook his head and laughed, returning to the East Palace by himself.

Turning to a secluded palace road, her mind was startled, and a cold wind was blowing around her face.

A puff of silver light and the bright sunlight are shining in the distance, and the bright light is flowing and dazzling.

The silver light pierced swiftly like a poisonous snake, hitting his heart.

The dazzling sunlight poured down from the sky. In this scorching summer, she was forced into a cold sweat by the silver light. This assassination came abruptly, if she hadn't been equipped with martial arts, I'm afraid she would have been successful by the assassin.

She swiftly turned sideways to avoid, the sharp silver light that hadn't stabilized her body struck again.

After flashing four times in a row, she did not make a move, because the assassin did not have martial arts, but relied on brute force to assassinate.

This palace road is relatively secluded. Although there are guards on regular patrols, it is deserted and lonely at this time, accompanied by blazing sunlight.

The assassin made a fierce stabbing again, Murong Ci didn't want to expose the martial arts, and dodged again, only defending but not attacking.

This assassin was dressed in a crimson robe and was a servant!

She reached out to grab the black cloth on the assassin's face, the assassin seemed to be taken aback, and waved fiercely—

The silver light flicked across, hissed, and the robe and flesh and blood were torn apart.

With a pain in his left arm, Murong Ci stepped back quickly and saw the four guards rushing towards them, rushing towards them, screaming: "There is an assassin! Save this palace!"

The assassin saw the four guards rushing over and hurried away.

However, he didn't run far, was surrounded by a few guards on the other side, and was arrested.

Murongci ignored the wound on his left arm and stared at the assassin coldly, "Tear off the black cloth on his face!"

The guard tore off, and the assassin appeared, a young servant with a clean face, red lips and white skin.

With two long swords resting on her neck, the assassin couldn't move, staring at her bitterly, without the slightest fear.

She remembers this face, where did she see it?

correct! Fengtian Temple! Enshrine promotion and Xiaoyin!

The assassin is Xiao Yin!

Murongci ordered: "Bring him to the East Palace, and this Palace will interrogate him personally!"

...

The East Palace, the sleeping hall.

Murongci sat on the side of the bed, and the imperial doctor bandaged the wound on her left arm. The wound was not deep, it was a bit long, bleeding a lot, and the robe was stained red.

Ruyi stood aside, pained for the master, and worried to death.

The imperial physician finally bandaged, and told Ruyi to send a maid to fetch the medicine before leaving.

"Qin Ruo, how can you leave Your Highness? Your Highness was assassinated and injured. Can you feel good about it? Can you sleep at night?"

Ruyi chattering about Qin Ruo, Qin Ruo stood aside and lowered his head, without rebuttal, as if he had done something wrong and was willing to be punished.

Murongci was also a bit unbearable, "Okay, it was an accident. At that time, Qin Ruo had abdominal pain, can I ask her to hold back to the East Palace and go to the hut? How can I hold it back? There is nothing wrong with the palace, a little skin trauma. Well, it will be fine in a few days."

"His Royal Highness is a precious daughter, and skin trauma is also a major event. Injury to His Highness is the failure of the servant to take care of it." Ruyi made up the bed and placed a soft pillow, "His Royal Highness rested well. I can't go out these few days. Qin Ruo, if you do the assassination. Your Royal Highness's assassin is not a servant, but someone with a high level of martial arts. Then your Highness...you can't apologize for a million deaths."

"Master Ruyi's lesson is that the younger one will learn the lesson, so let's not take it as an example." Qin Ruo made a living and aggrieved little daughter-in-law.

Murongci laughed out loud, "Okay, don't talk about it."

Ruyi assisted His Royal Highness to lie down, "Your Highness quickly lie down, and the slave and maid will bring me the soup later."

Murongci looked at Qin Ruo sadly: This palace is not a three-year-old child, let alone severely injured, as that?

"My palace is hungry, Ruyi, let's pass a meal."

"okay."

Ruyi took the lead, Qin Ruo and Murong Ci smiled bitterly at each other.

After lunch, Qin Ruo and Ruyi accompanied her to interrogate the assassin.

There is no cell in the East Palace, so Xiaoyin was taken into a small room and guarded by heavy soldiers.

The room was dim, Xiao Yin sat on a chair, and the chair was tightly tied with twine.

When the door was pushed open, a ray of sunlight came in. He slowly raised his head, and the person standing against the light, unable to see his face, was covered in bright sunlight, surrounded by a faint golden glow.

Xiao Yin seemed to recognize who the person was, struggling fiercely, her delicate eyebrows twisted, filled with monstrous hatred, "I want to kill you! I want to kill you!"

The two guards immediately stepped forward and slapped heavily before he was quieter.

Murongci waved for them to retreat, Ruyi closed the door, and the room suddenly dimmed.

"Why assassinate this palace?" Murongci's long body was jade, and in the dim shadow, a pink face was like white porcelain, bright and moisturized.

"Because you deserve to die." Xiaoyin lifted his chin slightly, his facial features twisted and deformed, and it was terrifying in the dim light, "I want to send you to see King Yama."

"Be honest!" Qin Ruo shouted coldly.

"Who instructed you to assassinate this palace?" Murong Ci asked again, patience.

"Guess." He sneered sneerly, a trace of triumph in the corner of his eyes.

"My palace guessed that the person who instigated you was related to the blood jade from the Fengtian Temple."

"How did you know?"

Xiao Yin opened his eyes wide in surprise, but it quickly became clear, "You are the one who blamed me."

Murongci asked calmly, "You did the blood jade from heaven?"

He laughed grimly, triumphantly, "So what?"

"Why do you do this? Who instigated you?"

"Moonlight, shining Ditang, blood and jade. Moonlight, shining Ditang, rain all over the sky. Moonlight, shining Ditang, fish cannibals. Moonlight, shining Ditang, jade steals the country." Sing, raise your head, as if looking at the gods.

"His Royal Highness, why does he sing this ballad?" Qin Ruo asked in surprise.

"Did the imperial king instruct you?" Murong Ci's eyes were cold.

"I did it all, hahaha..." He laughed loudly, raised his head and laughed frantically, "The sky has changed...Heaven descends from the sky to the wise man... Yan Guo saved... Why don't I die? It is their glory for those people to die for the wise and powerful new monarch..."