The Crown Prince is Actually a Princess!

Murongci was injured and should rest more.

Shen Zhiyan knew that it was time to leave the palace and bid farewell to His Royal Highness and the royal king, and made an appointment to visit Xiaoyin's residence tomorrow morning.

After he left, Murongci looked at Murong Yu, his black and white eyes clearly wrote: Are you still going? Want to stay for supper?

Murong Yu was at ease, as if he was reluctant to leave the carved red sandalwood chair, as if he wanted to stay on it forever.

In fact, she admired his concentration and the city government. Rumors were flying in the womb and in the city on these days. The song was sung more and more fiercely. The storytellers of the restaurant and teahouse all talked about these things. Speculate more. The protagonist of these rumors was subject to speculation and discussion. However, he was calm, calm and calm. He was still alive and dead in an instant, and he was still surrendered to a hundred officials. He was still the iron-blooded regent who made his subjects frightened and famous all over the world.

The spies who followed him reported that he discussed the memorials as usual, reviewed the memorials as usual, and returned to the mansion as usual. It was exactly the same as before, without any change, as if nothing or anyone could affect him, as if Taishan collapsed before. A little moved.

What she didn't understand was that he really didn't care about that song, for those speculations and discussions?

She just didn't believe that he would not secretly send someone to investigate those suspicious cases and murder cases.

"My palace is exhausted, I have to go to rest, the prince is at his disposal."

She spoke coldly, and she didn't bother to pay attention to him as long as he wanted to sit.

He stood up, his posture was proud, and the spacious study room immediately became cramped, "His Royal Highness, going to Xiaoyin's residence tomorrow, although it is only one night, it is enough for his accomplices to destroy the clues that may be left behind."

"The prince wants to go now?" Murong Ci secretly thought, before Shen Zhiyan was there, why didn't he bring it up?

"The king is going now, but not going down under the temple. Feel free to."

Murong Yu walked out with heavy steps, walking like wind, as if sure she would follow.

She was really a little tangled, she didn't want to act alone with him, nor did she want to lose clues that might be discovered.

He did it on purpose!

Shen Zhiyan didn't say it when he was there, but only now!

That's disgusting.

Reluctantly, Murongci chose to seize the opportunity, drank the soup medicine sent by Ruyi in a hurry, and hurried to follow.

Standing outside the gate of the East Palace, Murong Yu was tall and tall, and he was surrounded by red light and shadow. The black gold-embroidered python robe gleamed with dark fire and became more mysterious.

"Let's go."

She was in a daze for a moment, regretting her decision a little, but she moved on.

In fact, they should go there on their shoulders, after all, the distance from the East Palace to the palace people's residence is not close. However, she has always liked to walk, and being carried too comfortably by others will wipe out the sense of crisis and willpower.

The entire palace was lit up with lanterns, brightly lit and magnificent, and the continuous palace seemed to be bathed in a sea of ​​bright lights.

The palace road is straight and straight, the left and right lights and shadows are flowing and rolling, and there is a long life at the foot, the shadow of the sword, the shadow of the sword, and the **** wind.

She is not alone, and he is not alone.

She was the thorn in his eyes, and he was her biggest obstacle, her opponent, but they walked on the same palace road, walking and killing each other.

Murongci suddenly felt unbelievable. There was such a day, such a night, she and Murong Yu were walking side by side in the palace, and there was no one in the palace around him.

She didn't squint, he walked steadily.

I don’t know what’s going on, walking, his gold-thread embroidered python pattern meets her silver-thread embroidered silk-colored vastness, under the breeze of summer night, black-colored vastness and ugly color The vast expanses collide, rub, entangle, separate, entangle again, blend with each other, separate and combine, separate and separate.

Just like a period of lingering love between men and women, from the budding of affection to lingering love and then to the old age, one's life will come to dusk.

Murong Yu's martial arts are so good that he can detect a little movement, and naturally he can detect their vastness.

A ghostly messenger, his big hand turned quietly under the cover of the vast expanse, as if looking for something.

Murongci was surprised to get too close, and moved two steps to the other side.

His hand was lost.

In my heart, there is a faint feeling of emptiness.

Xiaoyin followed the promotion to guard the Fengtian Temple, and did not live with other palace people, but lived with the promotion in a very remote narrow temple room.

Because there were only two of them, they were promoted to live in one room, and Xiao Yin lived in one room.

They asked the palace people, and finally found the two small rooms. When the promotion wasn't there, they entered Xiao Yin's room and lighted the kerosene lamp.

The room was neat and tidy, with a wooden bed, a low wardrobe, a wooden box, a small table and two stools, nothing more. There were thin quilts and pillows on the bed, neatly folded, and the small table was empty, not even the teapot.

"A man's place shouldn't be so clean and tidy, it seems that it has been cleaned up." Murong Ci opened the closet, and there were several sets of napkins and a quilt stacked inside, nothing more.

"We are late, and Xiao Yin's accomplices acted very quickly." Murong Yu pulled up the thin quilt and pillows on the bed, looking for signs that might be left behind, "Xiao Yin stabs you with a mortal heart, maybe he cleaned the house beforehand. , Destroy all relevant evidence."

Nothing.

They inspected it carefully, and then left.

The sky is endless, and the night is like dark blue silk extending to the sky, the stars are getting more and more, and the stars are shining.

Just like when they came, they walked along, speechless all the way, only the night breeze was blowing in their ears.

Murongci suddenly said, "It's late, isn't the prince going back to the house?"

"After sending you back to the Eastern Palace, this king will leave the palace again." Murong Yu's snow-colored handsome face flashed with stars, and suddenly brightened. "By the way, has Shen Shaoqing ever tested whether Xiao Yin really cleansed her body?"

"Why did the prince bring up this matter?" Her cheeks were slightly hot, her whole body was cool, and her whole body suddenly heated up. "Zhiyan didn't check this."

"Where is Xiao Yin's body?"

"In the East Palace."

Murong Yu walked like flying, Murong Ci quickly followed.

The stabbing of the small bank was not trivial, so she ordered the palace staff to temporarily place Xiao Yin's body in the most remote room of the East Palace. In this hot summer, the corpse is easy to decay. According to Shen Zhiyan's instructions, the palace man put the corpse in a coffin with some ice cubes in the coffin.

When they rushed to the temple room, the guards guarding outside saw them and saluted them immediately.

Knowing that the prince and the royal king were going to examine the corpse, they immediately took the lamp and opened the coffin lid.

"Let's see if Xiao Yin has really cleansed his body." Murong Yu ordered the guards.

"what?"

A guard was stunned, and a guard was stunned in shock. It's unlucky enough to guard the corpse. Now you want them to touch the corpse? It will be unlucky for a whole year!

Murong Ciqing said coldly: "Do you want the royal king to do it himself?"

The two guards immediately came forward, no longer hesitating for a while-angering the king, there must be no good fruit!

Murong Yu's face was cold, without a word, and his scalp numb when he saw him.

They trembled their arms to untie Xiao Yin's trouser belt, and pulled the trousers down...

Murongci quietly turned his head, not watching this scene.

Murong Yu slanted his lips, adding another piece of evidence to the guess in his heart.

"Ah!" The two guards exclaimed, "My lord, your Royal Highness, Xiao Yin really has no purification."

"Xiao Yin does not have a clean body." Murong Yu held the kerosene lamp close to the coffin and took a picture of the inside of the coffin.

The two left the temple room, and the dim and shaky light and shadow stretched their silhouettes long.

Murong asked incomprehensibly: "Why did the prince guess that Xiao Yin did not purify?"

Neither Shen Zhiyan nor she thought of this, but Murong Yu actually thought of it. How could he think of this?

"It's just intuition, this king is not sure whether Xiao Yin has been purified." In the dim shadow, Murong Yu's pupils became brighter and darker. "It seems that Chang Qing has hidden something."

"It shouldn't be too late, order someone to get someone." She made a decisive decision.

"This king will order someone to take Changqing into custody. It's not early, and we will try again tomorrow." The hall was close at hand, and he stopped quietly, "His Royal Highness rest early."

"There are many dreams in the night, it is better to interrogate overnight."

Immediately, Murongci ordered the guards to apprehend Changqing.

...

The study was brightly lit, Ruyi brought two cups of tea, and then stepped back.

This time, Murongci took the lead in occupying his own position, sitting in front of the bookcase, and flipping through a book casually.

However, how can it be possible to see such a big Buddha here?

Murong Yu drank his tea, put aside the tea cup, and walked behind her—behind the bookcase was a whole wall of bookshelves. Maybe he was looking for a book to read.

She could not tolerate completely exposing her back to her opponent, and it was also shocking.

So she seemed to be sitting on the tip of a needle, restless, and living like years.

"Master, Chang Qing didn't clean up Xiao Yin, was it negligent, or did it deliberately? Is Xiao Yin's life suspicious?" She found a topic, broke the dull atmosphere, and attracted him to the front.

"Xiao Yin's life experience is indeed suspicious, perhaps not as simple as Chang Qing said." Murong Yu held a book in his hand, with long legs raised, sitting in the corner of the book case, facing her.

Murongci was so depressed that he vomited blood, and finally let him leave the bookshelf, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

She thoughtfully said: "If Xiaoyin's life experience is not the case, then Changqing has deliberately concealed it. Is Changqing an accomplice? Is Changqing involved in these mysteries?"

He stared at her condescendingly, "There will be results soon."

In the warm red light, her jade face was as clear as snow woven, and her bright eyes were like the icy morning dew on the lotus leaf in midsummer, bright and clear, and the stream of dark red light and shadow flickered.

He was fascinated, staring fixedly at those eyes that could illuminate the soul.

Murongci saw his eyes change, as if being scalded by the flames, his cheeks were hot, and he looked down in embarrassment.

I remembered that night when I kissed him in the Qingyuan Hall and in front of the dragon couch, I remembered the dampness and heat, the entangled lips and the breath, I remembered that he held her tightly as if to melt her in the arms, I remembered that With the faint **** aura, she couldn't help but feel relieved, somehow her muscles and bones were soft, and her whole body was hot and steaming.

However, she soon woke up, staring at the words in the book with her eyes wide open.

Murong Yu found that her face, snow neck and ears were strangely red, as if a candle shadow shook her red, like a summer fire, like a beautiful summer flower, tempting people in a silent place.

At this moment, his heart swayed and he couldn't help himself.

At this time, the guard came back and reported: "My lord, your lord, Chang Qing is dead, he died in his residence."

Murong Yu and Murong Ci looked at each other, what a coincidence!

"Go and see."

He immediately got up and walked out, and she hurried away.

He wasn't used to sitting on his shoulders either. Walking in the palace was on foot. At this moment, he rushed out of the East Palace, suddenly thinking that there was His Royal Highness behind, so he stopped.

Murongci is a woman, and his arm is injured, how can he catch up?

She caught up with him panting, and before she could breathe, he grabbed her little hand and walked forward like enclaves.