The Crown Prince is Actually a Princess!

Murongci guessed a bit of the mentality of these young talents that both worship and awe Murong Yu. Murong Yu was only thirty years old, and he was an extremely powerful minister, dominating the government, and his power was overwhelming, but it was not just those who wanted to gain fame and wealth. An idol role model for young talents who have moved the world?

Murong Yu has been in the military since he was a child, and became famous in the first world war when he was young. He commanded the three armies at the age of twenty. He became the first person in the Northern Yan Dynasty court at the age of twenty-five. Move the world. Who doesn’t worship such an iron-blooded legend and such a high-quality idol? Who is not in awe?

For Beiyan, he was a legendary God of War who defended his family and the country, never failed, and had tactical tactics like gods.

For other countries, he is a war demon who frightens the enemy army and kills the enemy's soldiers with cunning and poisonous horror.

In the past five years, how many talented but inferior talented people have used him as a model for inspiration. How many disciples have thrown aside the dull and raised their fighting spirit and vowed to become the second man of the king...In short, there are so many rumors related to Murong Yu from the people. , And even released many versions, which meet the needs of all kinds of people.

Today, thirty-six young talents saw the rumored regent coming to Wuying Hall. In addition to worshiping and awe, they were excited and motivated as if they were assisted by gods. They believed that with the presence of the regent, they would definitely perform extraordinary and be favored by His Majesty and Princess Zhaohua.

As soon as Murong Yu arrived, there was no more seat for He Guang, Shangshu of the Ministry of Etiquette—it was bound to be handed over to the regent.

He Guang was trembling, his legs trembled, and he was in a cold sweat.

The imperial king will not come to the scene for no reason. It must be his majesty that the prince will not be assured that the prince will conduct the essay examination with him, and let the imperial king come to supervise and sit on the scene.

Thinking of this, the sweat on He Guang's back soaked his robe again and again.

Murong Yu took his seat, and his light as feather gaze flicked over Murong's face, like a layer of dust.

He pressed his hand and said loudly: "You all answer well to repay God's favor. Master He, let's get started."

Murong gave him an annoyed look, and didn't bother to say anything.

As soon as he came, she, the prince, the supervisor of the selection and competition, became a celadon decoration, only neglected.

No matter, if he likes to show up, let him show up, show enough.

He Guang announced: "This essay is the first test of Princess Zhaohua's consort. Your answer sheets will be handed over to your majesty for review. It is clear at a glance. The test is limited to the hour of a stick of incense. You should pay attention to the time. "

After that, he motioned to Zuo Shilang to light incense, and the young talents began to grind their ink and get ready.

In fact, long before they entered the venue, the in-house attendant had prepared the short case and the Four Treasures of the study, and had researched all the ink.

He Guang said "Let's start", and thirty-six young talents began to work hard.

Without squinting his eyes, Murong glanced at whether the people participating in the literary examination in the hall behaved differently.

Although this is not as rigorous as the scientific and palace examinations, if you cheat in this royal competition, you will not only lose your face and harm your family's reputation, but your majesty will surely condemn it. However, she believes that they will not be so stupid to cheat.

What made her depressed was that the test questions for the literary test had already been set, and for the two test questions, they only needed to choose one to answer.

Just before coming to Wuyingdian, she learned from He Guang that one of the exam questions had been changed and replaced with an exam question issued by the king, and that his Majesty agreed to change it.

It is undeniable that by comparison, Murong Yu's exam questions are a little bit more difficult than those of the father, and they can better measure the true learning, insight and courage.

The hall was silent, only the cries from outside the hall and the light sounds of someone serving or putting tea.

Murong Yu looked at He Guang and winked.

He Guang understood, went down and walked with a few subordinates such as the left and right servants, reminding those young talents with different looks to be safe and not to do anything disappointing, otherwise they would be sent out of the Wuying Palace and not allowed to participate in tomorrow. The martial arts test.

Murong Ci saw that Murong Yu hadn't "cared for" himself - he hadn't looked at her after he came in, and he was quite relieved, and gradually relaxed a little.

Suddenly, he turned his eyes around, his eyes as cold as the frost of late autumn.

Her heart jumped suddenly, feeling that his eyes were not only cool, but it was simply cold and cold, killing people invisible, as if she had done something to apologize to him.

Didn't you do something?

She remembered the instigation a few days ago, but in fact, it can't be called an abetment, but can only be said to be a guide for her sister-if the raw rice fails to cook mature rice, then the combination of false and real, so that he cannot argue for himself.

His eyes and ears are all over the palace, and he must have heard that Zhaohua has been to the East Palace.

She does feel a little guilty, but so what? That's her own sister. It's impossible for her to help others instead of helping her sister.

So she glared at him with righteousness and righteousness, her chest tall, her abdomen tucked, and her head held up-what is done is done, what can you do?

Murong Yu's face was faint, his slender fingers writing on the case.

Although he looked upside down, Murong Ci recognized it at a glance. What he wrote was: Your Royal Highness is really a brother and sister.

She blinked brightly, opened her lips and said silently: That is natural.

He pondered it for a while, and then continued to write on the case where the water character had been killed: Your Highness will just recognize it.

She raised her eyebrows disdainfully, and turned her head to look away, so what?

He suddenly laughed, and his deep eyes glowed like a black jade, unpredictable.

Boom boom boom.

Tap the counter three times with your finger.

Murongci turned his head to look at him, and he opened his thin pink lips and said silently.

The mouth flaps, although it is very slow, but because it is a bit long, it is elusive.

She froze for a long time before she figured it out. What he said was: When will your Highness be bound by herself, she can't blame this king.

What does he mean by this? Be a cocoon?

After thinking about it for a while, she still didn't understand what he wanted to warn her.

All the young talents were struggling to write and answer seriously, and the hall was so quiet that even the small voices of taking paper were so clear.

Murongci felt that life was like years, but they felt that time flew by, and the hour of a stick of incense had already passed halfway.

Suddenly, there was a bang in the silence, a dull sound.

But the young talent who saw the fifth short case in the left column lay down on his side, breathing quickly and panting violently.

The other talents all looked at the man in surprise, not knowing why.

He Guang and other members of the Ministry of Rites rushed over immediately, and Murong Ci and Murong Yu walked over at the same time, "What happened?"

But seeing the young talent lying on the ground with desperate eyes, panting violently, it seemed that it was very difficult for him to breathe, it was difficult for him to breathe fresh air, and there was a sound of **** ho **** ho ho, like the next moment. You will die because you can't breathe, which is very scary.

Murongci had seen patients with similar symptoms, which seemed to be asthmatic.

"Quickly go to the hospital for a doctor." Murong Yu ordered decisively.

"You take two servants." The situation was urgent, and He Guang instructed your servant.

"It's better to take him to the side hall first, and the test will proceed as usual." Murong Ci suggested.

With the imperial king here, He Guang looked at him subconsciously, and when he nodded slightly, he ordered several servants to carry the sick person to the side hall.

However, just as a few servants were about to do it, the short-breathing, sweating weapon suddenly stopped moving, lying quietly, lifeless.

He Guang trembled his hands to detect his breath, his old face was pale and his short beard trembled, "My lord, your lord, this..."

Murong Yu quickly probed his breath and announced a terrible fact, "I'm out of breath."

The whole hall was in an uproar.

The young talents couldn't help feeling scared, and they started talking in twos and threes.

Murongci was a little dazed, just like this, a living person died?

"The test continues, Master He, watch it here."

Murong Yu slapped his hands twice, and a black shadow emerged from nowhere, and flashed over respectfully.

The black shadow is his shadow guard ghost, he ordered the ghost to supervise the competition here instead of him, and then took a look at her and headed to the side hall.

The corpse was taken away, and Murong Ci followed.

...

In just half a cup of tea, the good-spirited young man passed away so young.

Partial palace, Murongci felt that life is impermanent, misfortune and good fortune are unpredictable, life and death are on the line, often just between a thought.

The person who died was Fan Xiaowen, the eldest son of Fan Xueshi of the Hanlin Academy.

If he didn't come to participate in the literary examination today, would he not die?

Fan Xueshi of the Imperial Academy is a recognized literary magnate, his eldest son inherited court training and family education, and moved to the capital at the age of seven with a good academic name. Because he suffered from asthma since he was a child, he avoided a lot of avoidance, and he would have asthma attacks if he didn't pay attention to it. Therefore, although he is very talented and personable, he did not enter the officialdom.

As soon as the news of Princess Zhaohua’s recruitment of horses was spread, some people joked that Fan Xiaowen must have won the first prize in the literary examination.

But never thought that he died at the competition site.

The Physician Li hurried over, and after saluting the royal king and the prince, he immediately went to inspect the patients who had died.

"My lord, my lord, Lord Fan died because of an attack of asthma." The doctor Li bowed and said.

"From the onset of asthma to the death of anger, it took only half a cup of tea time. Why did he die so soon? Besides, he answered politely. Why did he suddenly have an attack of asthma?" Murong Ci walked over and asked Fan. Xiaowen's death was a little doubtful.

"His Royal Highness, Fan Gongzi's asthma attack should be caused by the trigger, but Weichen does not know what the trigger is. At that time, the Weichen was not there, and he did not personally witness the appearance of Fan Gongzi when he had the attack. Weichen did not dare to assert. However, this time he whipped up The symptoms are onset, it should be menacing." He replied cautiously.

"Incentives? Are you talking about, what incentives can trigger the onset of asthma?"

"Or the seasonal solar terms change, and people suffering from asthma must pay great attention to avoid catching the cold; or are tired, over-thinking, emotionally uncomfortable; or have a peculiar smell, and dust mites, pollen, feathers, and moths. External stimuli, such as cotton wool, scum from cats and dogs, are all triggers."

Murong nodded, suddenly remembering something, and rushed out.

Murong Yu walked sternly, lingering over his body like a high pressure on the mountain, "Fan Gongzi's death, is there really no suspiciousness?"

The doctor Li's mind was tense, as if he could not bear the other party's scorching gaze, he lowered his head and said: "Back to the prince, the lower psychiatrist has concluded that Lord Fan died of an attack of asthma, and the attack was fierce, and it took a moment. went."