The Crown Prince is Actually a Princess!

The heavy air in the study seemed to freeze, and Ruyi sent another two cups of hot tea, waiting outside.

The sunlight shining in from the window sill illuminates half of the study, half cloudy and half sunny, half dull and half colorful.

The place where they were was was dim, and they saw that the place was bright and bright, and the dust was flying, and it was shining.

In the silence, Murongci suddenly said: "Leave aside the Zhao Bi case for now. The only clues that can be checked now are these two gray hairs."

Shen Zhiyan pondered for a while before saying, "I'll go to the Spring Wuyuan."

"My palace will go with you."

"Also."

The two hurriedly ate lunch before heading to Chunwuyuan.

Since the prince's departure, Madam Li, the magistrate of the Spring Wuyuan, felt worried that the prince would come again, so she gritted her teeth and ordered the palace to clean the entire Spring Wuyuan thoroughly. If the prince comes again and sees everything as clean as new, he may be in a good mood and will remove her from the Spring Wuyuan.

She had been in the Spring Wuyuan for twenty years. She still had some pursuits in life. Gradually, she became like those hopeless people, living like a walking dead, waiting for death here.

When the prince led the people to come again, she couldn't help but admire herself, she was too prescient.

The Spring Wuyuan has a brand new look. She has a better face, and smiled and said: "What is the order of the prince, the servants and maids are waiting to be sent."

"Have you cleaned the Chunwu Courtyard?" Murongci felt that the air was much fresher, and the smell that would faint people dissipated.

"After His Royal Highness left yesterday, the slave servant felt very worried and cleaned up with the palace people inside and out. Why don't the slave servant lead His Royal Highness to look around?" Madam Li smiled flatly, and took His Highness around to prove her. It's not superficial work.

"Alright." Murongci winked at Shen Zhiyan.

"This lord is..." Mother Li raised her eyes and glanced at Shen Zhiyan.

"Master Shen, Shaoqing of Dali Temple." Murongci introduced.

"The slaves pay respects to Lord Shen." Madam Li was a little flustered, and Dali Temple took the torture case for trial. Dali Temple Shaoqing came to the Spring Wuyuan specifically for the deaths of the Bai Shuren and the Mo Shuren.

Those two common people died when they died, and they caused trouble for her.

If this matter involves her, can this errand be kept? Maybe even his life is gone.

Thinking of this, Mother Li's back was sweaty.

Fresh after the rain, the sun is dazzling, and the dampness from the early morning rain has dried up.

This is the time when the sun is the hottest, the heat is sweltering and dry, and most people sit under the eaves of the hall to enjoy the cool. Some people scratched their bodies, some leaned against the wall to doze off, some talked in low voices, some looked at the two well-dressed strangers...

Shen Zhiyan and Murongci walked slowly, their eyes swept over their heads.

Although some of them have gray hair, they are old and rickety. I believe they have no ability to commit crimes.

After looking around, they walked to the backyard.

Madam Li enthusiastically introduced, "Outside the courtyard wall is the palace road, and afterwards it is the palace wall."

There were three shops in the backyard. They walked around and found no one with gray hair.

"Mrs. Li, you can go ahead, my palace and Lord Shen will go everywhere." Murong Ci said coldly.

"If your Royal Highness has something to do, just tell the servants. The servants retire." Madam Li retired respectfully.

Murongci and Shen Zhiyan looked at each other and walked through the shophouse to the backyard.

The backyard is small, with two pine trees, two laurel trees and a few towering old trees planted. The towering old trees are luxuriant, and the green cover is like an umbrella, and the green shade is extremely cool.

There was a rustle in the wind, and a chill was born.

There seemed to be a gloomy air curling up.

There are people under the towering ancient trees.

A middle-aged woman was sitting in the wheelchair, and one person pushed the wheelchair behind.

It was An Guiren and her close servant Liu Mei.

As Murongci saw yesterday, An Gui was wearing a gray-black cloth robe, with a long cloth scarf of the same color covering his head and face.

They noticed the movement and turned to look.

Murongci and Shen Zhiyan walked over, and she asked indifferently: "Are you An Guiren?"

"The old man is not An Guiren, but An ordinary person." An Guiren's voice is very low, rough and hoarse.

"An Shuren has been in Chunwuyuan for twenty years." Shen Zhiyan's elegant face was filled with a breezy smile.

"It's been twenty years." The close servant Liu Mei replied, "The two nobles are..."

As he was about to show his identity, Murongci preemptively said: "We are the palace members of the East Palace, come here to see. If you have any needs, just tell us."

An Guiren's eyes were half squinted, "Look at your robes, they don't look like the servants of the East Palace."

Shen Zhiyan smiled cynically, "An Shuren is really eye-catching. In fact, we are not in the palace, but we beg His Royal Highness for help and let us come to Chunwuyuan to see."

Liu Mei's face eased, "This Spring Wuyuan is isolated from the world, it's a **** on earth, isn't it a waste of time for the nobles to come here?"

Murongci stared at the neat and clean Angui. She didn't use powder or daisy, her forehead was smooth, her eyes were dark and deep like a thousand-year-old well, and her brows were withered, as if she could see through the mundane world, the yin and yang of life and death, and only this calm and calm time remained. .

The eyes of those in the hall were filled with despair, silence and waiting to die, but in the eyes of An Gui, Murongci saw calmness.

Isn't it weird?

"The Spring Wuyuan is a terrible tomb. How many people have buried their youth and blood and tears of hope. The two nobles should leave as soon as possible."

An Guiren’s voice was hoarse and cool, like a venomous snake crawling up from the soles of his feet, and the cold air rushed into his back, making it creepy.

Murongci put his right hand on her knee and asked, "Are Guiren An's legs...abandoned?"

Liu Mei's eyebrows were stained with a slight anger, "It's not because of His Royal Highness..."

"Liu Mei." An Gui said in a low voice, preventing the maidservant from speaking. Her eyes, as deep as an ancient well, dissolve the desolation and silence of life. "This is my life, and I can't blame anyone."

"I heard that An Gui was beaten to the Chunwu Courtyard in the past." Shen Zhiyan said Qingyi, "An Gui must have suffered a lot in the past ten years."

"Human being in this world is originally a hard practice, bitterness or sweetness, sadness or joy, they all disappear in a flash."

An Gui people's voice is indifferent, and their calm brows are filled with the misery and extinction of this life.

The sunlight leaking from the luxuriant branches and leaves reflected on her pale eyebrows a ray of brilliance, like a dilapidated and rotting white brocade depicting the beautiful scenery of the world, but the white brocade that is about to rot cannot bear the weight of the gorgeousness. The splendor of, on the contrary sets off the desolation and loneliness of the eyebrows deep into the bone marrow and thorough soul.

However, still calm.

Unparalleled calmness.

Amazing calmness.

These thoughts were only momentary, Murong Ci looked at her quietly, a lot of playfulness.

"The two nobles do it yourself."

There is no need for An honorable person to signal, Liu Mei understands it, and pushes the master to leave.

Shen Zhiyan watched them into the room and whispered: "His Royal Highness thinks An Gui is weird?"

Murong nodded, "I can't tell the truth. Her legs are dead, it's impossible to come out and do evil."

He looked around in the backyard, then walked to the courtyard wall.

The courtyard wall is an earthen wall, about half a foot high, which makes it easy to jump over. Over the courtyard wall is the palace road, and the high palace wall is close at hand.

"It couldn't be more convenient to get in and out of the palace from here. Even if there are three guards nearby, people with extraordinary accomplishments can be unconscious." He analyzed.

"It's convenient for the murderers who killed the Bai Shuren and Mo Shuren to get in and out from here." Murong Ci looked at the palace wall thoughtfully.

This time, no suspicious culprit was found.

Back in the East Palace, the two talked for a while, and Shen Zhi said goodbye to leave.

An Guiren's eyebrows were imprinted in her mind, lingering for a long time.

...

Not long after returning from Chunwuyuan, Murongci felt dizzy, so he went to lie down, but he didn't expect it to burn again.

Originally, she hadn't broken the roots of the wind and cold, and she was tired from running around for a few days. This morning, she got caught in the rain and the wind again. Without changing clothes in time, she fell ill again.

Illness comes like a mountain, and it goes like a thread.

She lay on the bed, frozen like a stern cold for a while, and hot like a doggium for a while, intertwined with ice and fire, and painful.

After taking the decoction, I was sweating profusely, and only after waking up did I feel better.

The summer night was as silent as ink overturned.

She was sweating all over, and she was really uncomfortable. She wanted to sleep but couldn't sleep, so she ordered Ruyi to prepare hot water for a bath.

After the bath, she was refreshed, but she sneezed steadily.

Ruyi hurriedly waited for her to put on the mid-single, then put on the jade cloak, and then went back to the sleeping hall.

"His Royal Highness, the minion is going to bring the soup medicine."

Ruyi said, but saw that His Highness stopped, as if seeing a ghost. Followed His Highness’s eyes suspiciously, and gasped——

There are people in the sleeping hall!

The man standing in front of the case with a book and reading it is the regent!

Ruyi was flustered, and after thinking about it, she didn't seem to say anything, she didn't reveal the slightest information that His Royal Highness is a woman.

Murong Ci stared at Murong Yu steadily, with various thoughts intertwined in his heart, his small face turned white and turned green in a flash, green and white, white and green...

Murong Yu put down the booklet and said in a low voice, "Get down."

Ruyi glanced at His Royal Highness, bowed and retired: Your Highness, please ask for more blessings.

There were only two lamps and candles lit in the sleeping hall, and the light was dim. He stood there, the golden python pattern of the golden robe bloomed with fierce golden light, as if he was about to rush out and swallow people.

He looked at her, his brows were unwavering.

The mountains, rivers, and the beautiful scenery of the world are all in those eyes.

He was cold and beautiful, and he grew a pair of eyes that seemed to swallow the world. Xiang is born from the heart, and the eyes are the windows of the soul. From these deep, cold black eyes, she saw his heart-ambitious.

What is he here for?

This is her east palace. He comes in and out freely, and enters her bedroom grandiosely, no one will report.

Do the guards and palace people eat shit?

If he wanted to kill her and steal the country, then she would have died silently.