The Crown Prince is Actually a Princess!

Murong curled her lips mockingly, "The prince still spends some time disciplining Princess Duanrou so as not to run to the East Palace in two days."

He watched her leave, his eyebrows raised, and the gloom faded.

Back to the East Palace, Murong Ci changed clothes and ate dinner, and then left the East Palace from the secret road.

Because she received a secret letter from Rong Zhan.

Shuyuxuan is the most private and beautiful Pinming Manor in the city, with blue bricks and gray tiles, pavilions, and each elegant room is separated by a certain distance.

Rong Zhan had already made his tea, and when he saw Murongci opening the door, he got up to greet him.

The elegant rooms are very elegantly arranged, and the paintings and calligraphy on the walls and bonsai flowers create an elegant and far-reaching artistic conception.

Rong Zhan smiled hippiely and poured two cups of tea, "It's really weird this day, it's so amazing."

Murong Ci drank the tea, "I asked you to investigate, is there any result?"

"Owner, take your breath." His eyebrows were filled with a bright smile, "This Cherry Bi Luo is a must for Shu Yuxuan, try it soon."

"I'm not hungry, just say it."

"I sent out all the staff from the No. 1 Village in the world, and I didn't find out which households had disappeared or died, but there was an unexpected gain." He sold it off.

"What is it?" She was worried and glared at him.

"Five dogs died, and they died in a peculiar way. The blood was drained." Rong Zhan asked gossiping, "Owner, what are you investigating?"

"Dog blood..." Murongci's eyebrows furrowed tighter. Five dogs were killed and their blood drained. Is it related to the blood rain this morning?

If it is too coincidental, there must be a demon.

However, how to bring so much dog blood into the palace? How to make His Highness Qingyuan rain blood?

If someone is doing tricks in the Qingyuan Hall, how can they avoid the eyes and ears of the guards?

A series of mysteries stuck in her mind, and the more she thought about it, the more suspicious it became.

"The owner, the owner..." Rong Zhan screamed twice when he saw her in a daze.

"I'm okay." Murong resigned, picked up the cherry bi Luo and took a bite. The flavor was quite unique and delicious.

"The owner, has something happened in the palace recently?" He saw that she was out of her mind today, and felt that something big must have happened.

"Yeah." She suddenly thought of something, her eyes lit up, "Have you heard the songs sung by children in the capital these past two days?"

"Has the owner forgotten? The No. 1 village in the world collects capable people and strangers from all over the world. Among these capable people and strangers, there are those who know everything about the world, not to mention the things in Luoyang City." Rong Zhan was questioned by the owner. He was about to vomit blood, "The owner must have been overwhelmed for the past two days and will not notice for a while."

Murongci's thoughts were not on this, and he condensed his eyebrows: "That ballad should have been spread artificially. You send someone to find out where it came from."

He nodded, "I will send someone to investigate, but if the person behind the scenes is deliberately hidden, I believe it will not be easy to find. What happened in the palace, can I help?"

She thought for a moment, and her bright eyes flashed an urgent light, "It was raining early this morning, and the rain flowing from the eaves of the Qingyuan Hall was red, like a **** rain. Several servants witnessed them. Several servants looked at the roof of the temple. Nothing unusual."

Rong Zhan's smiling face became serious, "There is such a strange and absurd thing. Do you think this is man-made?"

Murong nodded, his eyes solemn, "What can I do to make His Highness Qingyuan rain blood?"

"This thing is strange and interesting. If I think of anything, I immediately tell the owner." He was a little excited. The steward of the world's number one villager doesn't have so much to do. He is extremely boring and has such weird and absurd things. Let him study and think, can he not get excited?

"There was a **** jade from the sky first, and then there was a blood rain from His Highness Qingyuan, which coincides with that ballad. I think that ballad has a foretelling effect. Maybe fish cannibalism will happen next?" She was holding a celadon teacup and tea. Her steamy heat misted in front of her, making her little face blurred and tranced.

"Owner, blood jade, blood rain, fish cannibalism, jade steals the country, that ballad should suggest a person." Rong Zhan is always a hippie smile, a rare seriousness at this time, and his eyes are incomparably sharp.

Murong Ci's mind was shocked, and his calm heart was full of waves.

It turned out that he also thought about it.

After the Blood Rain incident of His Highness Qingyuan, the ballad and the face of a person hovered in her mind.

The ballad clearly points to one person.

She didn't dare to think deeply, worried that it would become a **** reality, worried that the sky would fall, the sky would suddenly change, and the mountains and rivers would overturn, but she could do nothing and could not turn the tide.

Seeing the rapidly changing look of the village owner, Rong Zhan said sharply: "The village owner had thought about it a long time ago, but he didn't dare to think deeply. If this ballad really points to that person, then the person behind the scenes should warn you and the court that it is that person. Enemy?"

Murongci remained silent, holding the celadon teacup with his right hand quietly hard.

"The power of that person is already strong. If you want to fight against him, or you want to uproot him, it is tantamount to hitting a rock with an egg and killing yourself."

"At the moment, my strength is not enough to fight him, I will not act rashly." She put down the tea cup, her eyes cold.

"In the past two years, you have secretly contacted the important ministers of the DPRK and cultivated power, but the strength of those officials is not worth mentioning. If you can get the support of the four great families, you can still give it a try."

Did she not know? After five years of camping, perhaps even the ability to protect himself is not enough.

Rong Zhan is worried about the fate and safety of the owner, but the court hasn't changed at the moment, but the waves are under the glacier, and he really has to guard against it.

He soothed: "Owner, the matter is the most important right now."

Murong Ci nodded, "I'll go back to the palace first."

"By the way, people from the Royal Palace come to ask if you have come back every day. Two visits each time are enough! Owner, you can't always avoid seeing you." Rong Zhan said sadly.

"What can he do? Let him check it out."

She curled her lips and sneered and left.

The carriage was already parked at the gate of Shu Yuxuan. She was about to walk over, but saw a carriage with a very ordinary decoration outside moving slowly to a halt.

The carriage seems to belong to the Imperial Palace.

She immediately lowered her head and walked towards the carriage in three steps and two steps.

"His Royal Highness."

A deep voice pierced the bright sunlight.

Murongci had to stop, and saw Murong Yu walking towards him, stepping on a beautiful place covered in golden sunlight.

After the rain, the sky is as bright as washing, azure blue like ocean, white clouds are long, like cotton wool being pulled and rolled by the wind of early summer.

"The prince manages everything every day, and he has free time to spend time at Shu Yuxuan?" She raised her eyebrows coldly.

"This king is just passing by, and when he sees His Royal Highness here, he will come over to say hello." Murong Yu said in a beautiful manner.

"At this hour, shouldn't the prince be in the palace to review the notes?"

"His Royal Highness is meeting friends at Shu Yuxuan?"

Murongci directly ignored his question and said, "It's getting late, and it's time for my palace to go back to the palace."

He watched her board the carriage, his thin lips curled up with pleasure.

When the carriage drove, he jumped into the carriage, and the carriage shook slightly. Murongci in the carriage felt the carriage shook, and then saw a person stooping in and sitting on the left side grandiosely.

She gathered her eyebrows, wishing to kick him down, "Does the prince find the carriage in this palace more comfortable?"

Murong Yu grasped the teapot on the low table and poured a cup of tea, "His Royal Highness carriage is inlaid with gold and jade, and there is a faint fragrance besides comfort. This king comes here with the fragrance."

Murong Ci's heart froze, and his eyebrows flicked, did he notice it? Found?

For a while, her back stiffened, and her fingers quietly clenched.

He sipped his tea leisurely, speechless for a moment.

The glare just under the sun was extremely stunning.

Today, His Royal Highness is wearing a white gauze and no embroidered robe. The pure white gauze under the sunshine is like a thousand mountains and falling snow, and it is thin and soft like white hibiscus. The white porcelain face is transparent and beautiful. With a slight peach blossom color, it is so delicate and beautiful that it is fascinating.

At this moment, it seemed that she was sitting there quietly, thoughtful, as if she was made of snow. Occasionally, the streamer came in from outside the window, flashing past her dark and slender eyelash plume, adding a bit of beauty.

Why did he feel more and more that His Royal Highness was too soft.

Murong Ci knew that he was looking at herself, and Murong Yu also knew that she was looking at herself.

"That song, what do your Highness think?" He said softly.

"The two things that happened right now are the first two things in the ballad. I wonder if the prince has any ideas?" She knew that he was testing herself and kicked the ball back to him.

"You and I thought of something." He narrowed his eyes, "It can be concluded that that ballad is directed at the palace."

"The prince thinks, can you find the source of the ballad?"

"Those who are willing to spread ballads will definitely not be found out."

"In other words, we are at a passive disadvantage, and we don't know the real intentions of the layout."

"If you can't find it, it doesn't mean you don't. The king will order someone to investigate this matter. Please pay attention to safety when your Highness is out and bring a few more people."

Murong Yu looked at him, seemingly concerned.

Murongci said indifferently: "Next time I will bring a few guards."

Because he also wants to enter the palace, he travels along the way. She was on pins and needles and wanted to drive him out of the car, but it was difficult to speak.

At this time, there was a noisy shout from outside: "Something happened... Something happened to Luohe... It's dead..."

Murong Yu looked out of the car window, and many people trot forward. He raised his voice: "Go to Luohe and see."

Murongci frowned, and Luohe had a life case. Could it be fish cannibalism?

There were many people on the street, and the carriage moved slowly, so they simply jumped out of the carriage. He took her slender wrist and hurried forward, "Don't go away."

She tried to shake her hand away, but he squeezed it tightly, and tried several times without breaking free.

Is he deliberate, or is he simply not wanting to be dispersed by the crowd?

However, isn't it weird and absurd for two big men to rush in the street holding hands like this?

The Luo River is the main river of Luoyang City. It passes through the south of the city. The scenery on both sides of the bank is beautiful, with weeping willows, boats, boats, and shops. It is a tourist attraction for scribes, tourists and ordinary people.

Under the willows by the river, many people gathered in a circle and talked a lot.

The four government officials from Jingzhao Mansion have arrived to protect the scene and the corpse in the circle.

"Go back, go back." A government officer yelled, "Yamen do things, don't get so close."

"Everyone said don't squeeze in, why are you..." Ya Ya saw a stern man squeezed in and scolded.

Murong Yu pulled Murong Ci and squeezed in, his face was covered with a thin layer of frost, and his eyes were sharp and sharp.

Seeing his magnificence, the yavier did not retreat but moved forward. He immediately stopped him and said fiercely, "Did you not hear what I said?"