The Crown Prince is Actually a Princess!

As the setting sun melts gold, thousands of feet of cloud brocade silk are spread out in the western sky, and it is like a section of brilliant red cloud brocade silk left by the fairy in the sky, which is brilliant and magnificent, and the atmosphere is full of magnificence.

The golden and purple glow enveloped the palace, and the glazed tiles were brilliant and majestic.

Murongci and Shen Zhiyan came out of the study, and when they saw Ruyi rushing in, they asked, "What's the matter?"

Ruyi's face was full of worry, and he whispered: "The royal king is here, waiting for your majesty in the hall."

Murong Ci frowned slightly, what is he doing?

Ruyi asked again: "His Royal Highness, the royal king is here, do you want to pass on food?"

Just now, Murongci saw Ribo Xishan, and if Qin didn't come back so quickly, he ordered Ruyi to pass a meal and invited Shen Zhiyan to have a meal with him, and waited for Qin Ruo to return.

"Pass the meal."

Murongci motioned to Shen Zhiyan and stepped into the hall together.

In the hall, Murong Yu was sitting on a carved chair. Because of the golden and purple afterglow of the setting sun outside the hall, the hall looked gloomy. He was shrouded in shadows. What kind of look is that snow face. I don’t know what he looks like. Slowly emerged in the dark mist.

Shen Zhiyan bowed and said: "The next official pays homage to the prince."

Murong Yu got up and didn't look at him. He cast an indifferent gaze on her face, "I heard that Your Royal Highness was assassinated and injured. Your Majesty will take a look at His Highness's injuries."

"The prince is interested. It's okay in this palace, it's nothing more than the skin trauma." Murongci said coldly, "The sky will be dark, won't the prince return to the house?"

"Shen Shaoqing is investigating the case?" Murong Yuyun asked calmly. The implication is that he hasn't left the palace yet, why is this king anxious?

"I have something to discuss with Zhiyan." She looked at him frankly, and ordered to chase away guests frankly: Donggong doesn't welcome you.

Shen Zhiyan laughed aside, feeling that his cheeks were about to cramp.

He always felt that Yuwang's words and deeds were a bit weird, but he couldn't say anything weird.

It was like now, he felt that Yuwang's dark pupils seemed to swallow him, and he felt a faint sour smell floating in the air.

This feeling is inexplicable, unpredictable, but very real.

"His Royal Highness, it's better for me to enter the palace again tomorrow morning."

Although he will not change himself because of someone's emotions, it is always bad for the sky to stay in the East Palace.

Murongci smiled at him, "Qin Ruo will be back soon."

This smile is just like the first rays of glow in the morning sun, magnificent and magnificent.

For the first time, Murong Yu felt that Shen Zhiyan was very eye-catching. Why did His Highness smile so brightly and joyfully at him?

And when she faced herself, she was either tense, cold, nonchalant.

Ruyi brought a group of palace people to the main hall with dinner, but didn't dare to go in and waited aside.

The scent of dinner curled out, drifting into the hall with the evening breeze.

Murongci immediately had a bad premonition that Ruyi came at an untimely time, this guy wouldn't... will it.

as predicted--

"Shen Shaoqing is going to accompany His Highness to dinner in the East Palace? This king is already hungry, so let's eat something casually in the East Palace."

Murong Yu's beautiful scenery Jiyuedao, looking at her with interest, his eyes seemed to be smiling and evil, full of evil.

The corners of her lips twitched, "The prince appreciates his face, and this palace can't ask for it, because I am afraid that the food in the East Palace is not suitable for the prince.

He said boldly: "This king is not like some official children, since he was young, he has grown up in splendid piles, he eats finely, and he wears softly. There are fragrant cars and soft sedan chairs when he goes out, and his bones are all soft."

Shen Zhiyan felt that if he was not wrong, the prince would blame Sang Huai for himself?

Murongci's eyes twitched, and the noble and glamorous regent would ridicule others for being so low-end?

"The prince has been in the army since he was a child, and he has trained himself with iron bones, admired by his officials, and has always been fascinated by the iron blood and sand of the border army." He smiled with a degree, and his smile was shallow, and the jade tree was shining like the moon and the wind.

"Ruyi, cloth food." Murong Ci instructed coldly.

Ruyi brought a group of palace maidens in one file, and soon filled the dining table with a plate of delicious dishes.

After that, Ruyi and the two palace ladies prepared three bowls of rice, placed silver chopsticks, and stood back a few steps.

When the three of them were seated, Murong said with a smile: "Master, knowing words, you don't need to be polite."

This "Zhiyan" was as crisp and gentle as the one just now, and Murong Yu felt particularly harsh in his ears.

Shen Zhiyan took a sip of the hibiscus soup and exclaimed with a smile: "This hibiscus soup has a great flavor."

Murong Yu held a bowl of white rice and stared at Shen Shaoqing, who was smiling, his brows were as cold as frost.

Shen Zhiyan immediately jumped from the bright spring day to the rustling late autumn, bowing his head and picking up rice.

Murong Ci scooped three spoons of soup and placed it in front of him, "Zhiyan, taste this bijian soup."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

He took a sip, flattered, praised and sighed, and then glanced at the man next to him without a trace.

Murong Yu handed her the white porcelain bowl, but did not speak, just looked at her.

"What to do?" She guessed his intentions somewhat, but asked deliberately.

"Bijiangeng." He said in a low voice, the simple three words simply and neatly.

As the setting sun fell, there was only a ray of clouds in the western sky, and the entire palace was shrouded in a dark blue sky.

The hall is dim, and palace people are holding lanterns, and the palace lanterns painted with phoenix tail bamboo emit dim red light and shadow.

His handsome face was cold, with a few flashes of red light, which seemed to add a bit of warmth.

Murongci put the entire Bijiangeng in the middle, meaning he would scoop it up by himself.

Shen Zhiyan lowered his head and drank the soup, did not dare to raise his head, did not dare to make the slightest noise, feeling that the dinner was getting tasteless.

Can Rumang's back feel good?

No, it's a thorn on his chest.

Murong Yu's eyes darkened a bit, he took two spoons of Bijian Geng and drank it gracefully.

"Brother Prince...Brother Prince..."

A voice that was as crisp as a silver bell came from afar, and the sound came first before anyone arrived.

In the palace, only Princess Zhaohua was called Huan Murongci.

In the blink of an eye, Murong Chang rushed over, carrying a veil on the ground like a gust of wind, out of breath. Because of her rushing, her double blushes fluttered, and there were two gorgeous peach yao floating in the air, the color was charming and charming.

"Prince brother, prince..."

She stared at Murong Yu, and suddenly felt that she was so reckless, so she lowered her head shyly, and the pinkish color of her soft cheeks became deeper.

Murongci knowingly asked: "Emperor sister, are you here now, do you have anything to do?"

How can she not know Zhaohua's thoughts?

When Xu Shizhaohua learned that Murong Yu had come to the East Palace to "visit the sick", she also ran happily, just to be able to be "statutely" with him under the same roof.

"I heard... that the prince's brother was assassinated and was injured, and the courtier sister came to visit the prince's elder brother..." Murong Chang's obsessive gaze finally moved away from him, and he was relieved, putting on the royal princess's dignified and noble demeanor. Asked softly, "Prince brother, your injury is okay."

"My palace is okay." Murong Ci smiled slightly.

"It smells so good. The prince brother, the minister sister hasn't eaten yet, can we eat together?"

Murong Chang asked politely, if it were the past, she would have sat down unceremoniously.

Now that Murong Yu is here, she will naturally assume the image of a reserved noble, generous and decent princess.

When Shen Zhiyan saw her talking, his coquettish gaze swung towards the imperial king, guessing something.

Murong nodded, and Murong Yu ate leisurely, graceful and charming, and everything that happened around him had no effect on him.

Murong Chang sat beside him, and the palace people quickly added a bowl of chopsticks for her.

Murongci and Shen Zhiyan looked at each other, and they understood each other's eyes.

Although Murong Yu didn't look at them, he swept away from the corner of his eyes and saw their eye contact.

For some reason, I suddenly felt that these meals tasted like chewing wax.

Murong Chang's gaze was basically on his face, just like brown sugar, he was the only one in his beautiful eyes, and he was completely absent from eating.

"Prince, who is the assassin who assassinated the prince's brother?" She asked softly, her voice so soft as to drip water.

"The princess should ask your prince brother." Murong Yu replied indifferently, his voice as deep and mellow as ever.

She seemed to have heard this charming voice for the first time, watching his beautiful eyes resemble the stars in the night sky, the stars were shining, and pink bubbles appeared.

Murongci and Shen Zhiyan looked at each other again, very speechless.

Shouldn’t this question be asked to the person involved?

"Master, why did that assassin assassinate the prince brother?"

Murong Chang blinked his beautiful watery eyes and smiled too sweetly.

Murongci and Shen Zhiyan's lips twitched wildly, and then silently grilled rice.

Murong Yu did not answer, but his slender fingers picked up the white porcelain bowl and drank the soup.

"Lord, is the assassin assassinating the prince's brother, isn't the palace not peaceful? Will something happen to the Jinghong Hall in this palace? Will there be assassins also assassinating this palace?" Murong Chang's long eyelashes curled up like butterfly wings. Fanned, soft and moving, "It's dark, can the prince send this palace back to Jinghong Hall later?"

"This king will send a few more guards to **** the princess back." Murong Yu was not angry, her beautiful and handsome face was like a snowy plum blossoming in the dimly light and shadowy snow.

"This Bijiangengong is my favorite, Lord, eat more."

She took his white porcelain bowl, poured all the remaining Bijian Geng into the bowl, and then handed it to him, smiling brightly, "Master, eat."

Murong Yu took the white porcelain bowl, but stood up and placed it in front of Murong Ci, Shen Lang said: "Your Royal Highness eats less, eat these."

Shen Zhiyan touched his nose with his index finger, and Murong calmly said: "My palace is full. Sister, you might as well eat it."

The bowl that Murong Yu has eaten can only be eaten by ghosts!

Murong Chang's pretty face filled with sweet smiles finally changed, pursing red lips, unhappy.

Because he actually gave her heart to others!

Even if the "other" is her prince brother, it won't work!

However, for the sake of the prince's brother giving her, she doesn't care!

Besides, this is the bowl that the royal king has used. Isn't it just right to have his saliva?

Thinking of this, she picked up the white porcelain bowl and drank Bijian Geng in small sips, as if this was the best delicacy in the world, a thousand-year-old dew bestowed by the immortal world. You must taste it carefully and aftertaste carefully to live up to the satisfaction.

Shen Zhiyan lowered his head unbearably, ignoring her exaggerated performance.

Murongci held her forehead speechlessly, and suddenly felt thorns coming from the opposite side. She quietly lifted her eyes and saw Murong Yu's eyes pierce her forehead like a sharp sword.