The Crown Prince is Actually a Princess!

After the conclusion of Wang Zheng's case, the family members and young talents went out of the palace, and He Guang, the Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, ordered the subordinates and servants to clean up the Wenhua Hall.

In a blink of an eye, people were almost gone, Shen Zhiyan’s elegant eyebrows were covered with a brilliant smile, “His Royal Highness has solved the murder case and arrested the real culprit in just an hour. The Dali Temple and the Criminal Ministry’s homicide case file is like a sea, and there is no arrest at all. In such a fast case, His Royal Highness can be said to be unprecedented and no one to come after. He is a master of judgment in the world, and he is admired and admired."

Murong Ci was very useful in his heart, but he didn't change his face and rolled his eyes.

Murong Chang chuckled, "Shen Shaoqing, your flattering skills have become more proficient."

He explained solemnly, but still smiled, "Princess, what Weichen said is from the bottom of his heart."

"You are a hero who has rarely seen a case in Dali Temple for decades. Will you be detrimental to the prince brother this time?" She jokes playfully, glaring affectionately at the side Murong. Yu, I hope he can give him a serious look, just one look, she is satisfied.

"How come? Your Royal Highness is incomparably intelligent, and Wei Chen is originally his follower. How can Wei Chen's little skill in carving insects be compared with His Highness?" Shen Zhiyan laughed.

Murong Chang smiled and quietly turned to look at Murong Yu.

Murong Yu looked at the vast sky covered with clouds, his sword eyebrows condensed slightly, his eyes were far away, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The wind washed away unscrupulously, becoming more and more fierce, and curled up his black coat embroidered with python patterns, hunting and flying, pouting.

Murong Ci couldn't hold the sneer from the corner of his lips, and someone was pretending again.

"By the way, Zhiyan, didn't you say you want to watch the competition? Why did you come after it was over?"

"Dali Temple was delayed in a bit of an emergency, but didn't I come in time?" Shen Zhiyan's smile swayed in the wind.

"It looks like it's going to rain this day." Murong Chang happily said, "Prince brother, Shen Shaoqing, prince, it is better to go to the Jinghong Hall of the palace to have a meal. The palace has already ordered the palace staff to prepare a meal."

How could Murongci not know the thoughts of the emperor sister? So he said: "The imperial sister Sheng Yi Quan, it is better to obey the order in this palace. Lord, Zhiyan, let's go together."

Shen Zhiyan is proficient in autopsy, good at observing words and colors, and his eyesight is also very precise.

Seeing Princess Zhaohua looking at Yuwang from time to time, with affectionate, shy and tender eyes, she knew that she really liked Yuwang. He also guessed that His Royal Highness intends to promote Princess Zhaohua and Yuwang, so he smiled and said: "Weichen thank you princess for your kindness, weichen is not welcome."

Murong Yu retracted his gaze, his eyes slanted slightly towards Murong Ci, slanted slightly, icy and frightening, "The princess's good intentions, this king's heart leads."

After all, he strode forward.

The violent wind swept the black hair behind his head, and it flew like a thought.

The chill radiated from the back of Xuan'ang's shoulders made people feel hairy.

Murong Chang watched him leave, watched him sit on his shoulders and leave, his brows pressed low, pink lips pressed high, anger rolled in his body.

"His Royal Highness, are you still going..." Shen Zhiyan asked in a low voice.

"Shut up." Murongci lowered his voice and cast a roll of eyes, and then said, "Emperor sister, it's going to rain soon, so it's better to go to Jinghong Hall to harass another day. The king...maybe a lot of memorials and government affairs are waiting. He handles the decision, another day."

"Chenmei is one step ahead." Murong Chang hurried forward, choked with his voice.

Murongci understood that although Murong Yu's indifference and refusal made her very angry, the saddest thing was still sad.

Shen Zhiyan pretended to sigh: "Flowers are deliberate, and water is ruthless."

Murongci glared at him, then sat on his shoulders and returned to the Eastern Palace.

He walked with him and asked, "His Royal Highness, Tang Cangtian should be beheaded, right? Where is Concubine Rong? Will your Majesty..."

She closed her eyes and rested her mind, "I don't even know this palace."

Concubine Rong is the daughter of the Rong Guo Gong Rong family, and the power of the Rong family in the dynasty cannot be underestimated. Whether the father will be scrupulous is hard to say.

However, whether Concubine Rong is alive or dead, Concubine Rong will never be in the harem again.

...

This torrential rain came and went quickly, and the dampness quickly disappeared as soon as the sun came out.

The deaths of Fan Xiaowen and Wang Zheng cast a shadow over the consortium recruitment competition, and some family members even persuaded their children to withdraw from the competition.

If you can become a royal horseman and enjoy a lifetime of glory and wealth, it is naturally excellent. However, compared with life, life is naturally more important. What glory and wealth can you enjoy when you die?

But at the end of the martial arts test the next day, all the twelve young talents who were promoted were all.

The final match was still in front of the Palace of Wenhua, and many ministers and family members came to watch this crucial battle.

It is still a three-person team. The four winners will combine the literary examinations to select the top three from the emperor and Murong Yu. Finally, Princess Zhaohua and the emperor will select a satisfactory consort from the top three.

Murong Ci thought that Murong Yu would not come, but he did not expect him to come halfway through the competition.

Murong Chang came to watch the competition happily and tenderly, but did not see him, and suddenly turned into a frost-beaten eggplant, listless. Those young talents were only using those tricks. The more she watched, the more bored she got, and her body slowly slid down, her head tilted, and she fell asleep.

Suddenly I heard Yuan Xiu saying in her ear "The King" is coming. She seemed to have been given a shot of a cardiotonic, and immediately straightened up, posing in the most graceful and charming manner, and unconsciously touched the bun with her right hand to see if the bun was not. When he got messed up, he asked Yuan Xiu behind him: "How about this palace? Is the hair messed up? Where's the clothes?"

But her gaze was staring at the man who walked down, she curled her lips and smiled, showing her noble elegance.

Yuan Xiu whispered: "The princess is fine."

Murong Chang looked at him ecstatically, no matter when, no matter where he was, he was so radiant and majestic, his words and actions were full of charming heart and soul, dizzying strange charm. , She will never tire of it.

Murong Yu stepped onto the jade steps dressed in colorful sunlight and sat down in his own carved chair.

She turned to stare at him, unable to look away.

Murongci could feel the blazing gaze of the emperor's sister, shrugging his shoulders unbearably, goose bumps all over the place.

So in the next competition, she became a riddled arrow target, shot through by the eyes of the imperial sister time and time again. She even wanted to change positions with Huangmei several times, but she also knew that Murong Yu would definitely kill her.

In the end, the four winners were Gong Junhao, Rong Qingting, Yang Pengfei and Gu Shaoqian.

Some people are happy and some are sad, but there is only one consort, and others are destined to be disappointed.

He Guang, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, reported to Murong Yu and Murong Ci the final results of the consortium recruiting contest, fearing that they would be singled out.

Murong Yu took the list of winners, sat on his shoulders and left.

Murong Chang was thinking hard about how to invite him to Jinghong Hall. He saw him go and hurried to catch up. But after a few steps, she stopped, her delicate brows lingering with sadness.

"Emperor sister, I still want to drive a little bit." Murong Ci persuaded.

"No, the minister sister will never give up halfway!" Murong Chang raised his right hand and slowly fisted, "I have never failed to get what the palace wants."

Looking at her firm belief and the cold light bursting out of her beautiful eyes, Murongci couldn't help but be shocked.

She had never seen such a fierce look of the imperial sister.

What she couldn't tell was whether the imperial sister's affection for Murong Yu would not be obtained and wanted to conquer more, or if she was moved by the true affection, she would never be able to do more without him in this life? What would the emperor sister do?

...

That night, Concubine Rong hung herself in the sleeping hall, and Murong resigned to see that she was indeed hung herself. There is no doubt.

However, Tang Cangtian and his servant Xiaoyongzi who killed Wang Zheng were sentenced to death after Qiu.

On this day, Murongci received a message from his servant and went to Qingyuan Hall.

On the palace road, she saw Murong Yu also heading to the Qingyuan Hall, and he also received a message from the servant.

Qin Ruo consciously fell behind, ten feet away from the master.

Murongci's hand was placed behind his back three times, but Qin Ruo still didn't see Qin Ruo catch up.

She doesn't want to walk side by side with Murong Yu, okay?

"It's time to make a decision. Your majesty and the princess must be worried." Murong Yu said in a low voice.

"Which prince does the prince think is the most civil and military, suitable for Zhaohua?" She asked casually, thinking that Zhaohua would see him later, somehow sad.

"Gong Junhao and Rong Qingting are both outstanding men, who can be trusted for life."

"I'm afraid that in Zhaohua's heart, no one is as good as the one he likes."

She regretted as soon as the words were spoken, what did she do before him? What should I do to provoke him?

Sure enough, Murong Yu turned his head to look at her, his cold gaze seemed to be piercing, "His Royal Highness is very concerned about the princess's marriage, and everything is for the princess's sake."

Murongci sneered dryly, "Zhaohua is the imperial sister of the palace, blood is thicker than water."

He coolly said: "This king would like to advise you, Your Highness, it's better to ask for more blessings."

She remembered Wu Shi's proposal to go to Jinghong Hall for a meal that day to help Zhaohua, and suddenly felt guilty, "Thank you, Lord, for your suggestion."

The dignified regent, a war demon who is frightened by foreign soldiers and civilians, do you want to be so stingy? There is no one to remember such little things for so long.

"This king seems to hear someone scolding this king." Murong Yu walked forward without squinting.

"Is there?" Her heart jumped, and a lot of cold sweat broke out on her back. "What do you call the prince?"

"The king is stingy and narrow-minded."

"Who dares to scold the prince, don't you want to die?"

"There are people who are as bold as the sky and scold this king in front of him." He turned his head to look at her meaningfully.

Murongci rubbed his nose and looked away. Doesn't that mean she?

He was "heard" by scolding him in his heart. Does this man have such great insight?

She complained fiercely, and suddenly found that she had turned to a lonely palace road-she didn't pay attention to the way forward, and stupidly followed him to a secluded place.

She stopped immediately, "Go wrong."

Murong Yu slowed down, holding her wrist with his big hand, "Go a lot faster from here, take a shortcut."