The Crown Prince is Actually a Princess!

"Is he stupid?"

Ruyi and Qinruo looked at each other, then looked at His Royal Highness.

In the dimness, Xiao Yin's delicate eyebrows slowly converged, staring at a certain place, his eyes calm and void, and the corners of his lips with a mysterious smile.

Murong asked unhurriedly: "How did you arrange the blood jade from the heavens in the Fengtian Hall? Where did the blood jade come from? Where did so many human blood come from?"

"Do you want to know?" His eyebrows were stunned, that was the triumphant and self-confidence of the successful strategy. "That day, the consecration cleaned the Fengtian Temple as usual. I took advantage of his carelessness and ran out quickly, poured the blood jade into the blood, and then Run back again. And the priest thought that I had been wiping the floor in another temple room and never went out."

"Indeed, it doesn't take much time to set up that round. Where did the blood jade and human blood come from? Where did you hide the blood jade and human blood before?" she asked.

"His Royal Highness is so smart, how can you not think of it?"

Xiao Yin seemed to be reluctant to answer, looked at a certain place and smiled softly, as if he had accomplished something without any regrets.

At this time, someone knocked on the door outside, followed by Shen Zhiyan's clear voice: "Your Highness, it's me."

Qin Ruo went to open the door, he walked in, panting, showing that he had come all the way.

He glanced at Xiao Yin and was slightly surprised, "Isn't he just the little servant of Fengtian Hall? Why did he assassinate His Royal Highness?"

Murongci repeated Xiao Yin's confession, Shen Zhiyan thought, the elegant Junrong was as bright as jade in the dim shadow, "He doesn't seem to want to say where the blood jade and human blood came from."

She nodded, "My palace feels so too..."

"His Royal Highness, he committed suicide!"

Qin Ruo screamed and rushed to break Xiao Yin's mouth, but it was too late.

The dark red poisonous blood flowed out of the corner of Xiao Yin's mouth, and part of it flowed into the throat and into the viscera.

Shen Zhiyan immediately stepped forward to check, and regretfully said: "He has already hidden the poison in his teeth."

"My palace always feels that he assassinates this palace with a heart of death." Murongci's mo jade-like eyes are shining brightly, "One, he has no martial arts, and only relies on brute force to assassinate this palace; second , He should have inquired about the whereabouts of the palace in advance and stayed there waiting for rabbits; third, he had been an errand in the palace for many years, and he should know that assassinating the palace in that place could easily be captured by the guards on the spot, and he also knew that in the palace It is very difficult to assassinate this palace."

"From this point of view, he did assassinate His Royal Highness with a mortal heart." He was puzzled. "Why did he assassinate His Highness?"

With that said, he inspected Xiao Yin's body, carefully inspecting it from the head.

Murongci watched from the side, his gaze fell on Xiao Yin, and he swept it inch by inch.

Suddenly, her gaze condensed, she reached into his sleeve and took out a piece of hair.

Qin Ruo puzzled: "This hair is half silver-white, Xiao Yin is so young and her hair is jet-black, how can she have silver-white hair in his sleeves?"

"This silver-white hair is very similar to the gray hair on the corpse and bed of the white common man and Mo Shuren." Murong Ci held the hair high, thoughtful.

"It looks alike." Shen Zhiyan continued to examine Xiaoyin's body, but nothing else was found. "Xiaoyin is a mystery, and it is said to be enshrined in the temple for promotion."

They returned to the East Palace, and not long after they were promoted to the guards.

The assassination of the prince in the palace has spread throughout the palace, and the promotion to the inaccessible Fengtian Temple has also heard about it. Now that the prince is summoned, there must be no fruit to eat. Maybe his head is about to move. He is so frightened that he is so frightened that he scolds the little **** Xiaoyin for influencing him.

He knelt with a "plop", burst into tears, and shouted miserably: "His Majesty Mingjian, the slave really doesn't know anything. That little **** Xiaoyin should stab His Highness in a different place, but the slave is really true. do not know anything……"

He was prostrate on the ground, snotting and tearing, as if he had been wronged by God, even more wrong than Dou E.

"boom!"

Shen Zhiyan shot the case abruptly, and his body trembled so scared that he didn't dare to speak again.

Murongci coldly asked, "Does Xiao Yin live with you?"

The promotion answered "yes", and Shen Zhiyan asked again: "You and Xiaoyin are together every day. How can you not know what he does?"

The promotion knelt on the ground with his arms resting on the palace bricks, trembling all over, and stammered: "Although the minion is with Xiao Yin every day...but he is the same as usual. The minion asks him to do what he does. ... There is nothing wrong with it... The minion really doesn't know why he assassinated His Royal Highness... If the minion sees any signs, the minion will definitely twist him to the bottom of the palace..."

"If you think about it, what's so unusual about Xiaoyin these days?" Murongci was troubled by his motionless yelling voice.

"You'd better think about it carefully before answering, otherwise Your Highness will never be merciless." Shen Zhiyan picked up the tea cup and smiled coldly.

From the perspective of promotion, his sneer was a bloodthirsty and cold wicked smile. The promotion seemed to have seen himself dying under the torture, so he lowered his head to think about it.

Suddenly, he raised his head in surprise, hitting Shen Zhiyan's "gentle" gaze, and immediately lowered his head, "The minion and Xiao Yin lived in the same room. One night, the minion woke up, and when he came back he saw Xiao Yin coming back from outside. At that time, the minion thought He also went to the hut, so he didn’t think too much. Thinking about it now, the direction he came back was not the direction of the hut."

It seemed that Xiao Yin was really weird, Murong Ci asked, "When is this?"

"Just three or four days before the occurrence of blood jade from heaven in Fengtian Hall." The promotion replied.

"If you think about it, what was unusual about him when he came back from outside?" she asked again.

"The slave think about it..." He lowered his eyes with a guilty conscience. "Because it was the night, the slave was confused and didn't see very clearly... By the way, the slave remembered it, and the slave lay down and went to sleep. He heard a slight sob. The sound, yes, it should be a cry. Because the next day, the minion saw Xiao Yin's eyes swollen like walnuts. At that time, the minion thought it was the sound of the wind outside."

Shen Zhiyan looked at each other with His Royal Highness, and then asked: "Do you know when Xiao Yin entered the palace? Which palace did he work at first? Where is his hometown? Who else is in the family?"

The promotion was embarrassing and frightened. "The slave only knew that Xiaoyin was assigned to Fengtian Hall for three years because of a crime. As for his hometown and relatives, the slave really didn't know."

Murongci asked Qin Ruo to take him out. It was not difficult to dig out Xiao Yin's bottom. The Internal Service Bureau should have a record.

Immediately, Qin Ruo went to the Internal Service Bureau to retrieve the files.

Murongci came to the study and placed the three hairs on the bookcase.

At this time, the oblique sunlight was shining on the book case, her small hands and a piece of bright wrist were bathed in the sunlight, slender, delicate, like a jade, the already snow-white complexion looked like transparent glass in the sunlight, graceful and beautiful.

Shen Zhiyan was originally looking at the three hairs, and suddenly noticed the catkin and the bright arm, and couldn't help but stare.

This is a superb jade carving.

It is impossible for the best old jade craftsman in the world to carve such a flawless treasure.

This is a gift from heaven!

No matter how slender and feminine a man is, it is impossible for a man to have such a hand.

He seemed to be fascinated, staring at the jade hand blankly, his mind excited.

"Zhiyan..."

Murongci screamed and found that his eyes were straight and his stunning eyes fell on his hands.

She suddenly realized something, moved her mind, dropped her hand calmly, and said loudly, "Zhiyan."

Shen Zhiyan finally recovered, embarrassed and embarrassed, a red cloud floated on Yubai's cheeks.

"What Xiaoyin said, he poured human blood and blood jade in front of Fengtian Hall while he was not paying attention to his promotion. It should be credible." The place where he was standing happened to be half-yin and half-yang, half as shining as beautiful jade. The half is as dark as midnight, just like his temperament, clear and gentle, but funny and joyful. When the autopsy and the case were judged, it looked different, serious and rigorous, and it was a community of contradictions. "If someone else is carrying so many human blood and blood Walking in the palace, people will definitely be seen, and will be interrogated by guards."

"He didn't tell where the human blood and blood jade came from, he should be to protect the accomplices." Murongci went on to analyze, "With his ability, it is impossible to sneak into the Spring Wuyuan to kill the Bai Shuren and Mo Shuren. Bring out the human blood. Therefore, he is not the murderer of the Bai Shuren and Mo Shuren."

"Bai Shuren and Mo Shuren have gray hair on their bodies, and Xiaoyin's sleeves also have gray hair. Then, Xiaoyin should have an accomplice to murder someone to get blood, and then give him human blood and blood jade." Shen Zhiyan Tao.

She nodded, then, who would Xiao Yin's accomplice be?

...

In the Yan State Palace, the emperor usually handled government affairs and received ministers in the study room. The imperial king took over the affairs of the court, and naturally he also went to the study to criticize the book. However, in order to avoid unnecessary speculation, Murong Yu did not sit on the court case, but branched a book case on the east side of the hall.

Finally, he finished approving today's memorial, drank a cup of Chinese tea, stood up and stretched.

The dark guard came in without a shadow, and there was no sound, "Lord."

"Is there news about the West Qin State?" Murong Yu asked in a deep voice, a wave of waves arose in his deep eyes.

"The spies lurking in the Western Qin Kingdom reported back, and there is no trace." Wuying bowed his head.

A touch of disappointment flashed from Murong Yu's deep eyes, "This king wants you to visit the ancient country of Jialan secretly. Is there any progress?"

Wuying said: "Subordinates and others have been secretly visiting, but there is no clue."

Murong Yu said in a low voice, "Continue to investigate. What happened recently in the palace, you sent someone to follow up secretly, but what did you find out?"

"No clues can be found." Wuying frowned. "It is strange to say that the people behind the arrangements of these things are clever and extremely concealed, leaving no clues."

"What did the Prince and Dali Temple find?"

"These days, the prince and Shen Shaoqing often investigate the case together and want to make some progress. The subordinates dare not get too close, so it is not clear what they found."

Murong Yu nodded, and walked back silently, followed by Xiaoyingzi, who was sent by Liu An, the chief of the housekeeper.

Xiaoyingzi's voice was high-pitched and soft, "Report to the prince, today the prince was assassinated and injured in the palace."

"Oh?" Murong Yu pressed his eyebrows slightly, "Is the prince seriously injured? Has anyone caught an assassin?"

"The assassin was caught on the spot. The minion didn't witness it with his own eyes. The governor said that His Royal Highness's injuries were not serious." Xiaoyingzi replied.

As soon as the words landed, he felt a profound wind swept in front of him—a black wind, and the golden python flew into the air.

The study room was empty, and he was the only one left.