The Crown Prince is Actually a Princess!

Murong Yu didn't like to take servants when he went out, only the dark guards secretly followed.

If it were not for sudden and immeasurable danger, the dark guard would not appear, this was his order.

The same is true for Murongci. He did not bring Qin Ruo when he went out of the palace this morning, alone.

Therefore, there is no one who has identified them at this moment.

Murong Yu took out a token from his arms and shook it in front of the conscientious servant, "Get out of the way!"

The golden light flashed, and the yaman was blinded by the flash, and only vaguely saw the token in gold on the black background, with a big word written on it: Yu.

People from the Royal Palace!

Looking at the tall and straight man wearing a black gold brocade robe, a purple jade crown on his head, and the extraordinary demeanor that is very different from that of all living beings, the yaman determined that the man was not small, his legs were frightened, and his face was full of life. Can be loved.

He couldn't afford to offend the ordinary guards of the Imperial Palace.

Murongci patted him on the shoulder, "Good job!"

The ya servant was stunned, dumbfounded by crying or laughing. The person who offended the Royal Mansion was still called a good one?

The two officials inspected the corpse lying on the ground, Murong Yu also squatted down, and Murong Ci walked to the other side and took a closer look.

The deceased was a woman of about thirty years old. Judging from the texture of the clothes she was wearing, her family was quite wealthy. However, her soaked clothes had many holes torn, and there were blood stains, a few wisps of blood remained on her beautiful face, and there were several obvious wounds.

Such death was like a female ghost, scaring those onlookers back a few steps.

A government officer was asking a middle-aged boatman. The boatman saw a person floating on the surface of the river not far in front, and he fished him up.

At this time, the people's comments came into Murongci's ears.

"This woman's face seems to be pecked at something, so many wounds, it's terrible."

"Is it a fish cannibal? Isn't there a song that has been sung these days? There is a fish cannibal in it."

"I think it's 80%. Look at her left hand, she was pecked with a piece of meat."

"There is such a terrible thing as fish cannibalism in the world! I don't know what kind of fish can eat people."

"It must be the water monster in Luohe, fish spirit!"

"It's scary!"

Murong Yu looked at the corpse, stood up and cast his eyes on Murongci.

She turned and stood under the willow tree, looking at the Luo River gurgling eastward. The river was clear and clear, and the sky and clouds looked like a glazed world, but it was stained with dirty and **** murders.

The water and wind brought the coldness, the willow branches swayed around her, and her pure and soft snow white was lined with emerald willows.

He stood beside her, and saw the shards of sunlight gleaming on her white porcelain face, gliding over her slender eyelashes.

"Roughly speaking, it looks like a fish cannibal." He lowered his voice, hoarse.

"We have to wait for the post-mortem to determine the cause of death." Murongci's heart was tight, and the cold air spread from the soles of his feet and quickly spread to the limbs.

If the deceased was really killed by a fish, then would the jade steal the country be fulfilled next?

It will be a disaster for the community, and it will never be restored.

Thinking of this, her legs were so weak that she could hardly stand up, and her brain hurt badly.

The head catcher from Jingzhao's Mansion arrived with Hao Zuo, and Hao Zuo immediately performed a preliminary post-mortem.

The water and wind sent cold, Murongci felt the icy cold, and his eyes were black...

Murong Yu was looking at Hao for an autopsy, and realizing that the prince beside him was falling down, he immediately embraced her with quick eyes and hands.

Why is the body in the arms so hot?

He touched her forehead, immediately hugged her sideways, squeezed out the crowd, and hurried to the carriage in stride.

With a high fever, His Highness didn't even know it.

On the carriage, he put her down, she woke up faintly, and saw him close at hand, her exquisite and cold facial features magnified in front of her eyes, she hurriedly sat down in a panic, her heart beating.

She seemed to be dizzy just now?

"His Royal Highness caught a cold and had a high fever, but he didn't even notice it?"

Murong Yu poured a cup of still warm tea and handed it to her lips to feed her, his tone seemed to be blameless.

Murong Ci silently took the tea cup and drank all of it. "Perhaps it was because of the rain this morning and not changing clothes in time, which caused the cold."

The brain hurts terribly, the limbs are sore and weak, and the nausea feels bouts, which is very uncomfortable.

The horse-drawn carriage drove swiftly.

Seeing her holding her arms and looking pale, he untied his robe, draped her thoughtfully, and wrapped her up.

Murongci accepted his kindness, although he was uncomfortable.

This black gold brocade robe was contaminated with his breath, it was a breath of agarwood and the masculine breath of a man in his prime, which smelled very well. She thought of the obsession of the dark night, the piercing pain, the steel knife-like running-in, the strong and powerful body, those humiliating postures...the nightmare entangled her, making her uneasy.

She could hardly restrain herself and threw the mysterious robe out.

However, finally restrained.

Murong Yu gently pulled Jinpao, "Is it still cold?"

"It's better." Her headache was a little dazed, and his words and deeds were full of spring water-like tenderness.

"You sleep for a while, when the king calls you."

"Ok."

She was really unwell, closing her eyes when she smelled the fragrance of his clothes, as if she was very tired.

He stared at her quietly, her face was quiet and pale, her slender eyelashes were covered with crow green, and the sky light that occasionally leaked through the car window glides across her surface like water, and it is fleeting.

The carriage bumps and she frowns occasionally, as if suffering from unspeakable pain.

Murong Yu stretched out her hand fascinatingly, trying to smooth her frowning brows, but froze in the air.

Suddenly, the carriage shook violently, and then came to a halt as if it braked sharply.

Murongci woke up from the confusion, and at the same time fell forward. Fortunately, he swiftly strode quickly and copied her in his arms, and then sat next to where she had been sitting.

She panted violently, frightened, she lay down in his arms, her pale little face faintly revealing a peach-like pink, delicate and soft, and sultry.

"What's the matter?" Murong Yu asked displeasedly.

"There was a small pit just now, the little one didn't notice, and then a child rushed out from the street, the little one could only rein in a hurry." The coachman replied.

"Be careful." Murong Yu exhorted, his face glowing with air-conditioning.

"My house is all right."

Murongci, who was hugged by the trap, had blood flowing rapidly in his limbs, and he broke free in a panic.

He noticed that the prince in his arms was getting hotter, like a ball of fire, so he let go of her, but he still sat beside her.

He noticed her cheeks floating with a bright color, peach cheeks and pink lips, and she was fascinated for a while.

She felt the blazing gaze, her heart beat faster, she was nervous and restless, and her brain hurt even more.

Will he see that she is a woman disguised as a man? Will you find that the woman that night is her?

"Are you almost at the gate of the palace?" she asked, diverting his attention.

"not yet."

"The palace will squint for a while." Murong Ci closed his eyes and suppressed his chaotic thoughts.

Even if he was suspicious, so what? The appearance is totally different, she just refuses to admit it.

The carriage finally stopped, and Murong Yu helped her down. She saw the three big golden characters "Royal Palace" on the plaque, and she couldn't help but feel angry.

Didn't you say to send her back to the East Palace?

"My palace is going back to the East Palace."

She turned around coldly, and he pulled her out of the carriage forcibly, then lifted her sideways.

Murong's whole body trembled with resignation, and said angrily: "Let down my palace!"

"So many people are watching, it's better for your Highness to be quiet. Does your Highness not want to learn about the murder case in Luohe today?"

Murong Yu walked towards the mansion gate in a stride.

She bit her lip fiercely and stopped speaking.

He was right, from the Imperial Palace to Jingzhao Palace is indeed relatively close.

From the mansion gate to the wing room, his feelings were the same as before, and the prince in his arms was more like a 28-year-old woman, soft as water.

It was like the delicate flowers of spring blooming in his arms on a mysterious moonlit night.

Murong was so angry that he vomited blood, struggling several times to think about it, but to no avail.

Damn Yuwang, too domineering.

Along the way, the servants of the Imperial Palace were either dumbfounded, or their eyes and jaws were almost falling off.

Yes, when the regent was holding the prince and swaggered all the way, could this strange scene not be eye-catching?

However, with his thunderous skills, the servants of the palace at most chewed their tongues in the palace, and did not dare to spread it out.

It wasn't until he was lying on the bed that Murongci's heart fell back to his original position and he was relieved.

Two maidservants came in and waited on them, and Murong Yu left.

The imperial palace was equipped with a government doctor, who soon came to diagnose and treat the pulse, and after prescribed the prescription, he withdrew.

After taking the soup medicine and slept, the maidservant brought the millet porridge, and Murongci ate the millet porridge, sweating all over, and feeling less uncomfortable.

"Is the prince in the house?" she asked the maidservant.

"The prince has been in the study since he came back." The maidservant replied.

"My palace go to the study."

"His Royal Highness, the prince has ordered you to rest more."

Murongci ignored the maid's persuasion at all, and walked out without hesitation.

The maid chased up in a panic, and shouted: "Your Highness... Your Highness..."

Murong Ci walked quickly, leaving the courtyard and heading straight to the mansion gate. Suddenly, she stopped, and was taken aback for a while before moving on.

Not far in front, Murong Yu walked in a heavy step.

In early summer, the wind is blowing and the flowers are in full bloom.

The green leaves are fascinating, and the strange flowers are unparalleled, transforming into a splendid background.

In the background of this luxuriant flower, that handsome face like a jade carving is as cold as thin ice, and that figure comes as clear as thick ink, which makes it impossible to ignore.

Meet on a narrow road.

"His Royal Highness won't be able to rest, where are we going?" Murong Yu asked in a deep voice.

"My palace is better, it's time to go back to the East Palace." Murong said coldly, "Thank you, the lord for taking care of it."

"His Royal Highness doesn't want to know the inside story of Luohe's murder case?"

"The prince knows?"

"Let's go." He turned and left, walking in a hurry.

She hurriedly followed, "Where to go?"

However, he did not answer, and came straight to the gate of the mansion. The carriage was already waiting at the gate.

In fact, Murongci hurriedly left the Imperial Mansion to find Shen Zhiyan, and then went to Jingzhao Mansion to examine the dead woman. Since Murong Yu wanted to take her there, she naturally wouldn't refuse.

Not long after, arrived at Dali Temple.

She asked in surprise: "What do you come to Dali Temple for?"

Murong Yu still didn't answer, and walked inside after getting out of the carriage.

She hurriedly followed, and suddenly thought, could it be that he asked Dali Temple to accept the murder case of Luohe?

When the officials of Dali Temple saw the regent and the prince coming, they greeted them and led them inside.

Gu Huai and Shen Zhiyan were in the morgue when they heard the announcement and hurriedly went out to the door to greet them, "Well, see the prince, and see the prince."

Shen Zhiyan thought silently, how could His Highness be with the royal king?