The Crown Prince is Actually a Princess!

The vast sky, the starry sky is shining, and the moon is like yarn.

The lights are brilliant, the light and shadow are blurred, and the palace is deep.

Run across the palace road, through the small flower garden, turn around the hand-picked verandah, and turn around the pavilions...

Murong Yu dragged her little hand almost across the entire palace, ran wildly for a long time, and finally rushed to Changqing's residence.

Murongci panted violently, his face flushed, his legs were soft, and he couldn't say a word.

"Are you ok?"

Seeing her look like this, he blamed himself a little bit. He was in a state of anxiety and didn't expect how his Highness's body could compare with himself.

She waved her hand, her throat was dry and uncomfortable, and her robe was wetted with sweat and pressed against her body.

If it were in the past, what is the point of running wildly this way? But today is special, she was injured and bleeding.

My legs are fluttering, why are they so soft?

Murong Yu held her with quick eyes and hands, and half his arms around her. When he encountered Wenxiang Nephrite again, his firm mind wavered again, leisurely.

At this time, many palace people gathered in the front yard, both men and women, whispering, all talking about Changqing's death.

With all eyes in full view, she hurriedly broke free, feeling her body warmer, "It's okay in my house."

Liu An came out of the room, saw them, and immediately walked over and bowed to salute, "The slave pays homage to His Royal Highness and the prince."

Murong Yu waved his hand to let him get up, "This king will go in and take a look." He resigned to Murong in a low voice, "Why don't your highness rest for a while?"

Murongci felt better and moved forward.

This courtyard is occupied by the palace members of the Internal Service Bureau. There are common shops and single rooms. Changqing lives in double rooms. His roommate Changqing is on duty tonight, so he is not here now.

Murong Yu walked in behind her, the room was neat and tidy, there were no signs of fighting, Chang Qing lay on the hardwood bed, quiet and peaceful, as if he had just fallen asleep. However, his face was blue-black, his lips were purplish, there was black blood at the corners of his mouth, and his fingers were black, which looked like signs of poisoning.

Murong Yu picked up the tea cup on the table, leaned close to his nose and smelled it, "It's arsenic."

"Chang Qing did not struggle or suffer when he died. It seems very peaceful. Various signs show that he died of poison." Murongci came to a conclusion, but Shen Zhiyan needs to be re-examined tomorrow to finalize the case.

"He should have committed suicide by taking poison." Murong Yu put down his tea cup, and Sen Leng's eyes swept across the corpse inch by inch.

"Why did Chang Qing kill himself by taking poison? Could it be that he guessed that sooner or later we would find Xiao Yin not purifying?"

"There are two possibilities for Changqing to commit suicide. One is that he knows he can't escape, and he can't get rid of the small bank assassination; second, he is dead, and the secrets he has guarded for more than ten years will not be made public."

"The secret he guards is related to Xiao Yin, what kind of secret is it?" Murong Ci pondered.

At this time, Chang Qing's roommate, Chang Qing, was brought back by Liu An's people.

Murong Yu asked him a few questions. He was trembling with fright, panicked and terrified. He steadily wiped his sweat while stammering to answer.

Although he and Changqing share the same room, he should know nothing about Changqing and didn't lie.

Murongci ordered the two guards: "Carry the corpse to the East Palace, put it with Xiaoyin's corpse, and protect it with ice."

Protect the body so that Shen Zhiyan can check it tomorrow.

Liu An picked up the dust to disperse the onlookers and temporarily sealed the dead room.

Murong Yu's eyes were dark, and he asked: "Manager Liu, Chang Qing is younger than you. You should know when he entered the palace and how he was a errand in the palace."

"The prince is really asking the right person." Liu An was holding the whisk, his dead white face was particularly awe-inspiring in the red light and shadow, "The minion personally picked him into the palace, when he was only seventeen or eighteen years old."

"Then he has been in the palace for twenty or thirty years. Where is Changqing's hometown? Are there any relatives in the family?" Murong Ci asked.

"Changqing’s hometown is... Gyeongju, yes, it’s Gyeongju." Liu An looked happy, and suddenly remembered something, "Yes, the minion remembered it. The group of people in Changqing back then was chosen by the minion. It happened that King Rui was also there. King Rui said that Changqing had quick hands and feet, and the man was clever, so the minion picked Changqing."

Murong Yu's deep eyes flickered, dark and unclear.

Liu An seemed to realize that he had said the wrong thing, and the panic flashed quickly, "The slave said the wrong thing, and the prince forgive me."

Murong Ci smiled and curled his lips. King Rui was her imperial brother, but he hadn't seen her since she was born.

King Rui and King Jing are taboos in the palace and court, no one can say.

In the years before she was born, Emperor Murong Cheng of the Yan Kingdom did not establish a prince, and the seven princes fought openly and secretly to fight each other for the position of the prince and put each other to death. Among them, the struggle between the three youngest King Rui and the old six King King was the most intense, and the central government was also divided into two camps, the Swiss King Party and the King King Party.

Nineteen years ago, King Rui and King Jing led troops into the palace under the name of King Qing and ended up shooting on the spot.

The rest of the princes, abandoned and disabled, the actions of the seven princes made Murongcheng heartbroken. He expelled the surviving prince from the palace and decreed that he would never return to Beijing. Since then, titles such as King Rui and King Jing have become taboos in the imperial palace and court.

Murongci didn't expect that Chang Qing would have a relationship with the vanishing King Rui.

"The Internal Servant Bureau has a record of Changqing, why don't you send someone to fetch it?" Liu An suggested with a guilty conscience.

"No need. This king personally goes to the Internal Attendant Bureau." Murong Yu looked at His Royal Highness and winked.

"Mr. Liu, you can handle the matter here." Murong's resignation rushed forward.

"Send your Royal Highness to the prince, and to the prince." Liu An's bowed body slowly rose, Sen Bai's face cold and stern in the dim shadow.

When the two big Buddhas arrived, the Ministry of Internal Affairs was shocked and almost messed up.

Fortunately, the royal king and prince came here not to take people, but to find records.

The Internal Servant Bureau did not dare to neglect, many people searched together, and soon found the record about Changqing.

Murong Yu and Murong Ci read it briefly and brought the book back to the East Palace. Although the records in the book were few words, they all knew the contents.

In the dead of night, the palace lanterns gradually went out, and the guards on guard passed by from time to time.

They walked slowly under the sky full of stars, the moon swaying like a veil.

Murong Yu suddenly said, "His Royal Highness thinks that Chang Qing might be killed?"

"If Changqing were poisoned and killed, he would not lie on the bed so peacefully and his clothes would not be so neat." Murong Ci carefully recalled the situation at the time.

"The murderer did not persecute Changqing, nor did he poison him. The murderer just went to meet Changqing, said something to him, put down the arsenic, and then left. This king thinks this is a possibility." His warm voice was dark. The silent night flows, with a different kind of dark charm and charm. "The reason why Chang Qing willingly took poison to commit suicide is that perhaps the murderer was kind to Chang Qing, perhaps Chang Qing wanted to protect the murderer, or Chang Qing knew the murderer’s secret. Only death can keep this. secret."

She had to admire his speculation and brains, this kind of possibility is not impossible.

The truth, only Chang Qing knows.

She sighed, "This clue is broken again."

Murong Yu walked very slowly, his deep eyes piercing the light in the dark night, "Perhaps we can infer some of the facts from some clues. When Liu An was seventeen or eighteen years old in the Qing Dynasty, he met King So Qiao Rui. The dignified prince, who is so favored by His Majesty, praised a humble hairy boy, isn't it strange in itself?"

Murongci was suddenly shocked, why didn't he think of it?

"Changqing is one of Ruiwang's eyes and ears inserted in the palace." She said flatly.

"It is very likely. In the past, King Rui and King Jing were killed. His Majesty ordered a strict investigation to check all the palace members. Half of the palace members were either killed or expelled from the palace. However, there are always one or two fish that slip through the net. Changqing may It's the fish that slipped through the net."

"Changqing adopted Xiaoyin, and Xiaoyin's life experience is a mystery, then is Xiaoyin related to King Rui?"

This speculation and hypothesis were so bold that she took a breath of air.

Murong Yu said: "Xiao Yin first lays out the blood jade from Fengtian Temple, then assassinates you with a mortal heart, and then commits suicide by taking poison. Perhaps he committed suicide to protect his party, most likely to protect the people behind the scenes."

Murongci was shocked when he heard it, and the air-conditioning came from all directions, and his hands and feet suddenly became cold.

Pull out a small thread, you can pull out a string.

Xiao Yin may be related to King Rui, so the person behind the scenes he protects is most likely the remnant of King Rui?

Where is the remnant of Rui Wang hiding? What is the attempt?

The whole layout points to Yu Wang Murong Yu, why does Rui Wang Yu Nie point to him?

Thinking of this, she was startled to feel sweaty and chill on her back.

Tonight, Murong Yulai stayed in the East Palace and took her to inspect Xiaoyin’s residence. Then so many things happened. They ran to most of the palace together, spent the middle of the night clarifying the mystery and making bold assumptions. , Presumption... She had doubted his intentions and intentions, and felt that he was going to remove herself from the strange suspicious cases that had happened recently.

Now, with these speculations, he pointed the finger at Rui Wang Yu Yi, making her more sure of his hidden intentions.

However, his bold speculation is not entirely impossible.

"This is just the king's speculation, let's take a look at the results of Shen Zhiyan's autopsy tomorrow."

Murong Yu's dark eyes narrowed coldly, and the starlight fell in his eyes, like a dazzling, mysterious and deep abyss that would swallow people.

Murong Ci peeked at him sideways, and he happened to turn his head too, his eyes collided, her heart was a little flustered, and she immediately turned her head back.

I don’t know what’s going on, it’s dark in front of my eyes, a little bit of starlight, a little bit of redness is gone... the sky is spinning, it's dizzy...

When he noticed the abnormality, she was almost falling to the ground.

Iron arms picked up and took her in his arms, he called in a deep voice: "Your Highness... Your Highness..."

She leaned on him softly, her eyes closed, her face was as pale as paper under the starlight, her lips were so white, not half bloody.

The bandaged wound on her left arm bleeds, and her robe is dyed red. She fainted after trying to bleed a lot.

Murong Yu beat her up and hugged her, and hurried to the East Palace.